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[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]The too-thin man came to the town of Burlingame, just like he had before. Quiet, unnoticed, a shadow. When he left, certainly no one noticed.

Because everyone was dead.

Well, everyone but a little girl, and her sad, hungry mutt of a dog. The little girl, Punkin, and her little dog, Prince, wandered into Jessie's Prarie one day, looking scared and sad and just plain miserable.

The town's-folk took her in like on of their own, treating her like a communal daughter. They didn't ask questions, or care.

Until the Old Man found out.

The Old Man had lived in Jessie's Prarie longer than anyone knew. In fact, it was speculated he knew the Jessie the place was named for. He was related to nobody and a friend to just as many. He was a bitter, sour-faced old man, always ready to dish out advice.

He found out about Punkin, and assaulted her with questions. When she finally broke down, she told them a story they'd always want to forget.

The too-thin man, the Outsider, had come to town one afternoon and when he left everyone was dead, except Punkin and Prince. And she remembered how someone had come to town 6 days earlier, a haggard man by the name of Tom, who had lived in Dark Score until the too-thin man came there. And he spoke of an equally haggard woman, Sally, who came from Eclipse Lake.

Three towns the too-thin man had gone to, and three towns that were dead.

Now he would come to Jessie's Prarie.

In 5 days (she'd already been there one) he would come and everyone would die. The townsfolk laughed, just as they had in Burlingame. And in Dark Score. And in Eclipse Lake. All the people laughed, and now they laughed no more.

She warned them that there would be signs, though. Fist the glass would get smoky, then the weather would turn so hot you couldn't stand it. The well water would smell funny, dogs would turn against their masters, and the sky would turn dark at 6: 06 on the day just before.

All of it happened, just as she said.

The townsfolk decided they wouldn't end up like the others. They would fight. But who could? The sherrif was one, his deputy another, and perhaps the bar-owner and the shop-keep at the corner of Main and 6th, but who else?

So they sent out a call, on the 4th day, just in case, and the next day the messanger came back with three men from the big city to the south, biggest in the county.

The three men from the big city, the Sherrif, the Deputy, the Bak Keep, and the Shop Owner just maybe. Seven men against...how did they put it...oh yeah, Death himself.[/COLOR]

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(Note: You get my seal of approval if you know the novel that inspired this story).

It's the night of the 6th day, and you are one of the townsfolk. I need the three men, the Sherrif, the Deputy, and Punkin. All others are optional, and it shall start once those rolls are filled. This takes place in the cowboy days, and in the Great Midwest. No Samurai, no magicians, no kung-fu. Street brawls, revolvers, and good old-fashioned common sense shall fight the too-thin man. But can it win? That's up to you.

Name: Something old-fashioned and american.
Age: Punkin is a little girl, the Thrre Men are younger, and the other men are older. Other character can be whatever you want, within reason.
Gender: Male or Female
Weapon: The 5 key men all have weapons, Punkin doesn't. Women won't have standard weapons, but can wield things like a cooking knife or frying pan (this is the Cowboy days, and few women were liberated)
Appearance: As I said, old-fashioned style.
Personality: Standard
Bio: Punkin's is kind of given, but you can get creative.

Here I am.

Name: The Too-Thin Man
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Weapon: Unknown
Appearance: As his name implies, he's far too thin, on the verge of emaciated. His face is usually hidden by a broad-brimmed black cowboy hat. Beneath the shadows it is thin, tired, with sunken eyes and a thin nose like a butter knife. It's lips are thin and cracked, usually split in a feral grin, revealing yellowed teeth and golden fillings in the back. His hair is a pale, pale shade of white-blonde, almost to the point of invisibility. He wears straight black slacks, a fine white shirt and a black jacket, with a bolo tie (a skull brooch, of course.) He carries with his a briefcase, with a cow's jawbone for the handle and tanned leather outside.
Personality: The Too-Thin Man is mysterious, a perfect enigma. He's usually calm and maliciously joyful, taking pleasure in the horrific fear his prescence inspires.
Bio: Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is known of his past, other than the horrific record of his appearances. Wherever he goes, the people die. All but one, to spread the terrible message.

The Roles--
Billy Watson-Marcus_Beuford
James Tills-Guess?
Big City 3-
Sherrif David Graves-ReFlux
Deputy Shane "Left Hook" Wenton-Shinmaru
Punkin-Mai Minase
Too-Thin Man-ULX
Sandra Willow-callmegoddess04

Have fun.

-ULX[/SIZE]

[Venge]

Yay! Something original again!

Name: Billy Watson
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Weapon: Pump action shot gun, 2 revolvers
Personality: Gritty, hard-core, "loves the ladies" type of guy, but cannot resist a fight whether it concerns him or not. He'll jump in for kicks. But sometimes he is the sweet type who is nice, but that happens...when he is drunk.
Bio: Living on a farm as a kid until 14 and then becoming a farm hand of an old antique gun collector, Billy became great with guns and has a wealth of knowledge about farming and guns. After he left when the farm owner died, Billy inherited his fortune since Billy was the only person the farm owner had left. Billy sold some of the guns and bought himself a shotgun and two revolvers. He loved to get dirty and was always fighting as a kid, so he loves fighting as an adult. He went to Jessie's Prarie when he heard that someone was coming to attack the town. He could't resist it, so he followed.

[Skye]

[b]Name:[/b] Sandra Willow
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Weapon:[/b] Metal spatula, iron frying pan (fists, but most don't know she can fight)
[b]Appearance:[/b] Willow is feminine, to say the least. Still, though, she has a firm, toned body. She has silky, waist length, straight strawberry blonde hair, with an amber tint. Her eyes are bright green, and her skin is lightly tanned. She wears a soft, light cotten summer dress in a light yellow, with a high collar. If she has to work in the feilds, she wears straight legged jeans, and a long sleeved button-up shirt. Willow wears soft slippers when in a dress, and sturdy leather boots when not. Her hair is usually in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, but braids it for spcial occasions.
[b]Personality:[/b] Usually a sweet 'gal' but has a quick temper to flare, and if you get in her way when she's mad, she could tear you limb from misbegotten limb. She always has a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
[b]Bio:[/b] Sandra, called Willow, grew up on a farm. She is used to hard labor, and hates the city. She hates it when women don't stand up for themselves, and hates those fancy ball gowns they wear. Her father doted on her and her brother, Daniel. Her mother was sweet, but passed away from luekemia when Willow and Daniel were just 10 and 8. Their father never re-married. Willow is used to rallying cows, horses, and sheep. She is also adept at cooking, sewing, washing(womanly chores). She's lived near Jessie's Prairies her whole life. Her fathers name is Michael, and she has three dogs, Micky, Trouble, and Vice. There are plenty pups around, but they get sold every year. Plenty of cats around, and the dogs and cats know each other. The only ones that are permanent(were raised from birth) is Catzy, Snowball, Dander, and Chick.

[Che]

[font=Comic Sans MS][size=1][color=teal]It sounds real cool! I'll try it! ^__^[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Comic Sans MS][size=1][color=teal]Name: Punkin.
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Weapon: Nothing
Appearance: wavy blonde hair that goes down to her shoulders, deep blue eyes, and dark red dress. She's an average heright for her age, but she's fairly skinny.
Personality: Shy, rarely speaks to anyone without beng spoken to. Very honest/trustworthy and she has her moments with bravery.[/color][/size][/font]
[font=Comic Sans MS][size=1][color=teal]Bio: Her parents, friends, and whole community died when a man had came to her city. She was left all alone with her dog, Prince. They wandered away from the ruins of their past home, and after a few days finally reached Jessie's Prarie. Then the Old Man came and started asking questions. After her story was told, she warned everyone about what would happen. Though they laughed at her story, the city people took up arms and readied themselves for the Too-Thin Man.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Comic Sans MS][size=1][color=teal]Whoa. That was REALLY detailed...considering [i]my[/i] post quality.
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[Zen]

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Sounds Cool.

[B]Name:[/B] Sheriff David Graves

[B]Age:[/B] 43

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Weapon:[/B]

[B]Winchester Pump Action Shot Gun[/B]
[B]Bowie Knife[/B]
[B]Colt 45 Long[/B]

[B]Appearence:[/B]

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[B]Personality:[/B]

Cold, Wise Cracking, and Unforgiving. Sheriff Graves is not a man to play around with or to be taken likely. He has been roughened by age and is tough as a bucket of nails dressed in a leather pancho. He is silent most of the time, but will say things that get to the point when needed. Most are afraid of him other than his Deputy. But he never really wanted it to be that way. Its just like that.

[B]Biography:[/B]

Jessie's Prarie used to be a lawless place, filled with outlaws and scum of all sorts. This mainly due to a corrupt and lazy sheriff. The town was hell to live in... That is until a young and tough man named David "Graveyard" Graves came into town, and rid the place of its 'bad influences' with his trusty Wenchester and Bowie Knife. He gained respect that day, and became the towns new Sheriff by unanimous situation.

The homeless and lonely wanderer gladly took the positition and found happiness in the small and now prospering town, even taking a wife. David was a happy man, and protected the town with his trusted deputy. But then a mess of trouble happened when David left town to visit his brother in another town. When he returned, he found that his wife and deputy had been murdered by an Outlaw named "Silver Bullet" Bill.

Inraged, David quickly killed "Silver Bullet" Bill and returned the town of Jessie's Prarie to peace. But David was never the same again. He countiued to age and became a loner once again. He became introverted and mean spirited. He reluctantly took another deputy, and he's the only freind he has at the moment, but not even that could change him back to the warm hearted sheriff the town once knew. He lost his sense of purpose as outlaws and such began to avoid the town and David began to smoke excessively and drink heavily. He continued to age, and he hid his talent with a rifle and knife from the town for it was not needed anymore.

But now, as the prophocy of Death's coming has been set true, David regained his confidence and purpose of being slightly. He actually hopes for the coming of the "Thing". Polishing his old, dusty Wenchester, and sharpening his dull bowie knife, David awaits what is sure to be a fight to die for...

Hope thats good. Notice, he's based around Clint Eastwood in most ways! Why fix whats not broken I say.[/color][/size]

[Shiguru]

Cool premise. The West was cool indeed.

Name: Deputy Shane "Left Hook" Wenton

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Weapon: Winchester rifle, Fists, silver colt revolver.

Appearance: Tall, lanky and missing something women call a fashion sense. He wears just about anything he can find. He has dark brown eyes and jet black hair from being half-mexican. He wears worn down boots and a large cowboy hat that has seen better days.

Biography: Born in Houston, Shane was the daughter of a Mexican mother and White father who owned a farm near the Mexican border. Shane lived a humble life under them as his father taught him to be an expert shot with a rifle and a decent one with a reel gun.

When he was 16 Shane got interested in bare knuckle boxing. His father and mother protested as they cared for him too much, but he did it anyway. His speed and power as well as his set-ups made him arguably the best bare-knuckle fighter in Texas. His left hook was so powerful and quick he got the nickname for the ring.

While in a northern city his family was killed by Pancho Villa's forces... and he decided to move to Jessie's Prarie. When he got there he was one of the first to befriend David Graves and eventually became his deputy.

[Guess?]

[size=1][size=2]Name: [color=seagreen]James Tills[/color]
Age: [color=seagreen]23[/color]
Gender: [color=seagreen]Male
[/color]Weapon: [color=seagreen]Winchester Lever-Action Rifle, 2 6-shot revolvers[/color]
Appearance: [color=seagreen]Dirty brown cowboy hat, light brown hair, clean shaven. Blue shirt, blue denim pants. Cowboy boots with spurs. Large duster. Bullet belt around waist.[/color]
Personality: [color=seagreen]Kind, polite, friendly. Likes to help people. [/color]
Bio:[/size] [/size][size=2][color=seagreen]When James was 8, his mom died when she was taken captive by bandits. After that his father became a drunk, then later killed himself. James was 11 when this happened, and was forced to work to live. He found work on a ranch doing easy things like dishes and cleaning. But as he got older, James wanted to do more. So he convinced the owner of the ranch to let him go out one day with one of the teams to do more labor.[/color][/size]

[size=2][color=#2e8b57]After a few months of this, James found out he had a living uncle in some city. So he got all of his belongins and headed for his uncles. His uncle was a gunsmith and showed James how to shoot and make his own ammo. James cought on pretty quick and was soon able to hit bottles from 40 yards away with his rifle.[/color][/size]

[size=2][color=#2e8b57]When James was 19, his uncle started to drink. And would get in a drunken rage and beat on James for hours. James never once laid a finger on his uncle, but got fed up and left in the middle of the night while his uncle was beating a whore. James took his rifle and set out to make a name for himself by killing outlaws and bandits.[/color][/size]

[size=2][color=#2e8b57]James did this for several years making a living off of the bountys he brought in. One day while in some big city saloon, James heard about a town up north that was having some type of problem. After hearing the story, James left the big city and headed north to the small town of Jessie's Prarie...[/color][/size]