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Lakeside, it used to be a nice town to live in. Not too large, but not too small, the people knew each other and the sense of community was strong. Whether you were born there or a stranger, people would greet you in the street with a smile and a tip of the hat. However, that all changed when Damien Greenson became Mayor.
Ruling with an iron fist, Mayor Greenson is a crooked, and generally cruel, man who takes bribes from many of the local outlaws to use the town as a safe haven. The townsfolk are the ones who suffer for it.
Eugene "Woody" Woodward « Thread Started on Nov 8, 2008, 8:40pm »
Eugene "Woody" Woodward You sit beside me so newly charming Sweating dewdrops glisten freshing your side And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind The front of your dress - all shadowy lined And the droning engine throbs in time With your beating heart
OOC Name: Raven Contact Details: AIM - Meowth : Email - meowth@aol.com Other Characters Played Here: None
Name: Eugene "Woody" Woodward Nicknames: Woodward, Tex, Woody Original/Canon: Original Age: 21 Job: Outlaw - Cattle rustler, horse theif, bank robber. Sexuality: Straight Birthdate: July 23
Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Brown Distinguishing Marks: None Personal Style: He prefers to dress rather fancy, like suits and stuff, but he still likes to dress how he likes.
Likes: - Being in control -Animals of all kind -Getting what he wants Dislikes: -Being caught and being thrown in jail -Authority -Getting shot at Strengths: -He's a strong rider -He can hold a lot of alcohol -He's a good shot Weaknesses: -Cute animals -He has a horrible temper -Women Personality: Having a lust for blood and money, Eugene was one of the types that pretty much committed a crime every week, or every other week. Even though he robbed banks, stole horses, and killed people while doing so, he did have a gentle nature to him - he loved animals of every kind. He was raised with manners, but after the death of his father, he didn't care to use manners anymore, so he just became a harsh, mean person. Disliking most of his family members because of their ocupations, he still loved his mother, and he loved his sister most of all because she was his partner in crime.
Family: Mother - Clemintine Woodward - 52 Father - Josh Woodward (Deceased) Brothers - Trenton Woodward - Lawman - 32 Maxwell Woodward - Saloon owner - 36 Sisters - Morgan Woodward - School teacher - 24 Chelsie Woodward - Outlaw (Partner) - 20 History: { Sorry it's bad } Born and raised in a small town in Texas, Eugene Woodward grew up on a small farm with his mother, father, and four other siblings. Living a happy life as a young boy, he loved to help his father around the farm, and pretty much never did his chores, much like his sister Chelsie. Pretty much born a year apart, and being the only two in the family so close in age, they were inseperable - whatever Eugene did, Chelsie would try to do the same.
When Eugene reached the age of 10, he was out in the pasture with his father, trying to round up a small herd of cows, a group of indians just seemed to come out of nowhere. Before he knew it, Eugene's father fell off his horse with an arrow in his back, and before he was caught himself, he took off toward his house, yelling for his older brothers and mother. Chelsie was the first to see Eugene, and she was shocked by the look on his face, since she had never seem him like that before. He was terrified.
His father was buried that night, but the image of his father being killed by indians never left his mind. When Eugene turned 16 years old, he left the house, and his family, and chose to become an outlaw. Not long after, Chelsie caught up with him and made him accept her as his part in crime, even though he didn't want her to come along because he thought she'd get hurt. To his surprise, after years of robbing banks and stealing horses, she hadn't been hurt once, though on the other hand, he had at least been shot a few times.
Other: Eugene rides a cremello quarter horse named Tucker, which is his signature horse. Celebrity: Shia LaBeouf Role Play Sample: { From my own forum - one of my characters } Everything in the life of Gabe had been pretty decent, well not only his life, but this one particular day - Today. Everything was going smooth, and nothing was planned because of course, Gabe rarely planned out his days. People called him gay pretty much on a daily basis, and he was called a pansy almost every minute of his life, but really, he didn't give a damn. First of all, he wasn't gay, and second...yeah, he was a pansy. Girls apparently don't like pansies though, they like big burly men, men with more muscles than brains. Absolutely disgusting; there was no way in hell Gabe would ever be that kind of guy.
Up until the events of earlier, Gabe's day was perfect. A little drinks here and there with a little flirting on the side. There. Now you couldn't say he was gay. What kind of gay guy flirted with girls? And usually, the flirting would lead up to a bit more, so you couldn't say he never hooked up with a girl either. After all, some girls do like the scrawny guys with brains. Gabe was almost utterly drunk by the time he got done flirting with some random chick at her table; his arm was snaked around her waste and in her hands, a free drink from him. Hey, he was a co-owner of The Purple Frog, so he could give free drinks to whoever he wanted, and it's not like they lost any money by him doing that, it was a summer, and that's when they got most of their business.
He ran the back of his hand across his mouth and pressed his back against the bottom of the bar. Where was he? Well, he was clearly hiding behind the bar, out of site of everyone, just like he wanted it. The rest of his night was ruined, and there was no way in hell he was coming out from behind the bar unless he was going to go back to his apartment; Fay, Bray, or even Dar probably couldn't get him to come out. He was indeed a pansy-boy, hiding from his problems and drinking them away. He took a swig from the beer bottle in his hand then set it on the ground with a rather loud 'clink'. "Bloody arsehole... Never wanna see his mug back in this place."
Gabe didn't pay much attention to his hand after he had wiped it across his mouth, but he knew there was blood on it, he could tell by the taste of metal in his mouth. This wasn't the first time he had gotten a busted lip and a bloody nose from a fight, he had gotten into plenty of fights as kid trying to defend himself, or his parents' rights, and everytime he lost, much like tonight. This time it wasn't about defending himself or protecting his parents' rights, it was just about trying to throw someone out of the club after harassing some girl. Of course this guy was one of the 'all brawn no brains guy', but Gabe still stood up to him, knowing that he was going to get his ass kicked. If the guy was a bit smaller, he could've kicked his ass, but no, it was had to be some super macho guy who liked to pick on chicks to feel superior.
He took another swig from the bottle, finishing off the rest of the beer in it, then set it beside him and ran a hand through his hair. "I just had to go and be the tough guy, eh?" Yeah, he felt like a complete idiot for stepping up to some huge guy, but he had to make sure everyone in the club was safe. He didn't want anyone hurting anyone else, and usually when people were thrown out, they went out calmly, but not tonight. He sighed and leaned his head back against the bar, looking up at the ceiling. The Terminal by Pendulum was playing over the speakers, one his favorite songs, but he couldn't enjoy it at a time like this.