Liars, Cheaters, and The Undead

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Halloweens is upon is my friends! And you all thought I left the RP community of this forum didn't you? No, I'm back and I got a new RP for you. It's time for a ghoulish spin off to one of my most successful RP's. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you. Liars, Cheaters, and The Undead!

RULES
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*Powers are off limits.
*Being feral is perfectly fine.
*No god modding at all
*Two characters only please
*This is a zombie western themed RP, use western clothing and weaponry.
*The year is 1898 set in the borders of Texas and Louisianan where marsh land and deserts mix.
*Have a good time

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Name:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Clothing:
Weaponry: Nothing OP please
Extra:
Bio

[Farewell]

Name: Zaida Valdis (Z for short) however her outlaw name is Nightcrawler.
Age: 26 (looks younger)
Sex: female
Species: Monster
Appearance: Grey, dark grey, and tan brown pelt.
Clothing: White button up blouse, a weathersby vest, black pants which her white shirt is tucked in (when her vest is off), black boots almost to her knees. Top it off with gloves, hat, a holsters.
Weapons: Remington dual revolvers, and a Winchester rifle.
Extra:
Bio: An outlaw, Anti-Hero. Zaida hasn't been seen for quite some time.

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(I would also like to point out that your characters from the original RP can be remade in this. And the relationships and knowledge of other people can stay)

[SadDubwool]

Name:Jeremy Boone


Age:29


Sex:Male


Species:Crow


Clothing:Black three piece suit, with white undershirt blue vest and bowtid


Weapons:1873 El patron


Bio:As a quick recap, Jeremy is a snake oil salesman... Or was atleast, he sold a strage paste that could cure "anything" while thw only thing it cured was constipation (If ingested) or making you look like an idiot (If used cosmetically) Hes hasn't been seen around for a while now, and has only just returned to the scene

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Name: Oswald Stowe
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species:Bearded Vulture
Clothing: Savvy Merchant Outfit
Weapons: Colt Single Action Navy Revolver
Extra: None
Bio: Oswald bit the dust at the hands of his famous younger brother 'The Renegade' He was shot down and was buried near the old Stowe farm. Once the Apocalypse began Oswald rose from the grave but unlike the other undead, he was still sane. He may not be able to make coherent sentences and the only thing you can hear coming from his mouth is the occasional, "Arghh" But other than that he can still understand things and shoot a gun.

[Razuel]

Name: Razuel Dracon

Age: 9

Species: Western Feral Dragling

Gender: Male

Clothing: A chain collar with muzzle attached to it, and a set of leather mitts.

Weaponry: Sharp metal cutting claws, and a strong bite

Extra: although Raz has no supernatural powers, his soulstone is still on his chest.

Bio: Raz was born into slavery, but escaped his captivity with a multitude of scars and cuts. Eventually a caravan picked him up and kept him barely alive so he wouldn't run away, so that they could sell him off for a pretty penny.




Height- Head to tail : 3ft
Height- Shoulder to ground : 2ft
Weight : 170 lbs

[Naval]

Name: Rasha Sliver
Bandit name: Muerto
Age: 24
Species: Albino Gator
Gender: Male
Clothing:a Mariachi band outfit, with worker gloves, a duster, and a skull mask that has a snout.
Weaponry: A sturdy bull whip, and a sawed off double barrel.
Extra: Is a half dead, so unless he provokes the undead. They don't bother him. But being as such, he has most zombie like traits.


Bio: He was a bandit with a grudge against a old sheriff who back stabbed him and left him for dead. But when he saw the light, it's all faded, and his heart beat with cold blood. And as such he took it on himself to snuff out the after alife he wants. Along with bringing a few people with him.

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(Begin)


The ground around the earth shakes rapidly. Rabbits and birds fled the area. The undead have risen and people around the West have turned into flesh eating crazies. At the Stowe ranch it's deserted.  All the Stowe have passed away and sitting near the property was a grave. It was a normal grave all it had on it was the words.


'Rest in Piece Oswald Stowe.'


A arm rose from the ground and the earth around the grave began to cave in. A body pulled itself out. It's right eye was open and his one good eye glew orange. It was Oswald. He was no longer alive though. He roared once he got out of the ground and surveyed the area.


he coughed and tried to speak to hinself, "Grrrraaah." His face contorted into a starge confused look. He then pulled his revolver out and limped away

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*Jeremy was riding his trail back to the small town, he noticed a VERY large flock of birds pass above him as he passed the stowe ranch*

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Oswald just walked down the field aimlessly, he thought to himself, "God I feel terrible..."

[Farewell]

Zaida's fur and clothes were dirtied with blood and grime, as she had been fighting to survive this undead nightmare. She snarled to the smell of rotten flesh in the air, groans of the undead. As the monstress rode through the west, she brought her attention towards the Stowe's ranch as the flock flew past. She decided to stop by the ranch, in hopes to find something useful.
She dismounted war once she was close enough and drew her revolver. 'Seems like it's been deserted...' She stopped upon a grave and shook her head and ears leaned back, showing just a bit of sympathy. She took her hat off and placed it on her chest. "Ah, I remember when I received the sad news.. Rest in piece Mr.Stowe, sorry I couldn't attend the funer-" she paused and kneeled down, noticing now that the grave was empty. The monstress looked around cautiously. "You poor bastard..." She whispered.

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Oswald stopped and turned his head slowly behind him, he saw Zaida and he began limping towards her, "Aarrrg. Graaaaaaghh" He moaned as he slowly made his way towards her. His revolver was still and his hands and he walked like a normal anthro, but he had a slight limp.

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*Jeremy watched from the distance*"What the hell is that person doing?..."*He said as he cleaned his Revolver*

[Farewell]

Zaida quickly looked at the dead vulture that limped towards her. With a huff she slowly got to her feet aiming her revolver to Oswald, waiting for him to get closer so it would be easier to put him back in the grave.

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Oswald stopped in his place, he snarled and pulled his revolver up. He aimed it at her and tried to speak, "Grraaaghr." He mumbled.