Western Minecraft

~Western Minecraft~

You know what minecraft is. Minecraft is an world of pixels and cubes. You can create anything and use anything, even slay monsters with your own block made sword. But what's Western Minecraft? Western Minecraft is like the cowboy era. Where you got your bows and arrows as your guns, old fashion clothing and riding saddled pigs as your tireless horses.

You live in one of those villages in the endless desert. Sandy Valley, they call it. The Village is your home (creative, hey?). Now here's the fun part: There's an murder on the loose, monsters and mods are freed from their jails and countless people are in danger, including you. No one can be trusted and a few assassin clans had been born. Even bounty hunters can been hired to recapture the mods and destroy those made clans and outlaws.

So that brings us to you...Who are you stranger? Fill out the character sheet and begin your story. Live as an hero or an villain.

Bounty Hunters: They are hired from the mayor himself to capture the mods and outlaws. They are normally rewarded lots of money to catching a outlaw, but not so much rewarded for mods since they are more common and less intelligent. They would normally carry an iron sword with them and bows and arrows.

Outlaw: One of the most wanted people in the desert, they rob banks, sometimes kill and steal everything they can get their hands on. They normally hate Bounty hunters because those guys are eager to catch them and get them hanged. Their weapons are anything that they can steal.

Villager: They just have an normal job, looking after their own house and their family. Nothing too interesting about them though.

Kid: They are young, playful and trouble makers. Just as you expect in an child. Don't normally have an proper job in till they get old enough.

Assassin: They have the most elite training. Designed to sneak around and avoid attention from others and kill soundlessly. They are also pretty much wanted from everyone and get their reward from those who hired them. They either work for an clan or work alone. Their weapons are two stone swords (in both hands, pretty cool, huh?) and bows and arrows.

Money is iron. The more iron you have, the more wealthy you are. You can trade iron for better clothing or weapons. Doing your job will earn you iron.

~Past~

In the past, the Village is known for having one of the most biggest prisons in the whole desert. After one night when an outlaw got TNT, he broke them out in order to get his revenge on the Village for hanging his wife whom murdered someone. Ever since, bounty hunters and even more outlaws had raised.

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Here some videos to give you an idea what it kinda looks like. Although it's not based on this youtube story. It's just gives you the idea what the Western side of minecraft looks like :'D

Name: Soul
Age: 16
Looks: (Female) Brownish hair, in the sun it looks gold. Leather armour, a few straps here and there.
Weapons: Enchanted Bow (Power II), arrows, stone sword, useful for close combat.
Personality: Keeps to herself, not much is known. Rest is RP'd
History: N/A
Job/rank: Assassin

Name: Isabelle Clarkson
Age: 17
Looks: Tied up dark blonde hair. Leather and an small amount of iron amour. She has dark blue eyes that melt's boys hearts but she is barely interested in them.
Weopans: Carries iron sword along with bows and arrows.
Personality: She is hard to impressive or excite. Also very skilled with looking like she is ignoring you, which she always does to those boys she walks past. Also quiet brave and never backs down an challenge. Also she doesn't like talking, some people call her mysterious because she barely gives them any information about herself.
History:N/A
Job/rank: Bounty Hunter

"Hello lovely," greeted the toothless old man cleaning the bench where he serves milk to his customers. Amy just avoid eye contact with his face as she placed her elbow on the wooden table, scanning around the Saloon for any wanted men. "You don't talk much? Alright, what can I do for you?" he asked her. The chatter of the other men's noise filled Amy's ears and it was quiet hard to hear, but she did managed to just work out what he said.
"Milk, please," she says in an low voice. Almost instantly an bucket filled with milk was placed in front of her. She began to make herself comfortable in her chair as she drank the milk before giving the empty bucket back to the toothless Saloon owner.
"So you doing your ol' bounty hunter business, caught any outlaws or assassins yet?" he asked her as he carried on cleaning the bench.
"An few creepers and zombies, one outlaw but no assassins. Those buggers barely even show themselves," she replied coldly as she gave him some iron to pay back the milk. Her sword sit sheathed in her belt.

Soul sat on her seat in the corner of the saloon. Her eyes narrowed as the bounty hunter entered. She took out her sword, polishing it with a piece of cloth. All the time, her eyes never left the hunter. She cloth was running over the surface of the rough stone, rubbing away the imperfect rock. She placed the sword back on the table, leaning back. The chair creaked, she glared at the bounty hunter. Sighing, she stood up. This place was crawling with the likes of them now.

Yay!
Name: Avian Crow (( ... I like that name.))
Age:14
Looks: Black hair, and gray eyes. Her hair is shoulder-length, light, leather armor with unmatching shoes.
Weopans: a very old, raggedy bow, and a dozen arrows. A sturdy silver knife
Personality: she doesn't talk much, and not much people are interested in her. No one knows how deadly she can be, and often underestimate her, resulting in their death when they don't notice.
History: I will later :3
Job/rank: Assasin. ( I can start?)

Avian stared out from her seat. Dumb bounty hunters. Don't even know what hits them before they get killed. I like this one. As long as she doesn't underestimate me. she thought, flipping her black hair. She ordered some milk. " Why, hello young lady. What would someone like you be doing here?" she looked away. " Just take the iron," she passed a piece of iron, and milk whirled infront of her, she took small sips, keeping her eye on the bounty hunter. She soon noticed some one else watching the bounty hunter. Fellow assassin, she thought, smirking. Her knife was hidden under her armor. No one noticed when she killed. She always caught people in allies.

Soul turned out of the saloon, her boots making soft thuds on the wooden planks outside. Her lip curled into a half-snarl. She walked down the steps, and onto the sand. Sand. Why did this place have to have so much of it? Even grassy plains were better then this. No matter how many wild animals were there. Here there were none. Then there were the ammount of jobs. Barely any. She sighed. This place was getting old.

Ave( Or Crow is her nickname.) narrowed her eyes as the assassin left. She ordered more milk. " Don't drink so much milk, ya know." he said. Ave just gave him the iron nd walked out, turning the opposite way of Soul. She drank her second cup of milk little by little, slowly walking into the outskirts of town, where her stone house was. It took a while to find stones. Lots of creeper and skeleton and zombie fighting, lots of zombie spawns, but she found stone. She unlocked the lock, then went in, and locked it again. There was an old, dusty bed, a chest, a crafting box, and a furnace. Ave took the cooked meat out. She didn't need it for now, only when she went out exploring caves. No need for it in her inventory. She put it in the chest. The torches barely lit up now. She sighed, flopping out onto the bed.

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Soul out her hands in her pockets. She continued down the street, slowly. Her sword banged gently at her side. The cool stone felt reassuring. Her bow was slung across her back, the quiver resting on top. She glanced up at the sun, quickly calculatiing how long she would have until dusk. She smiled to herself. Hunting and killing was what she did best. Hunting and killing, maybe a dash of murder, was what she enjoyed.

Ave looked outside. Night, Eh? Might as well kill that old geeser..... She unlocked the door, opening it. the she closed it and locked it again. She silently put on a black cape and went in. Of course, he was sleepng. On a hammock. He wouldn't know he died. she crawled up to him, taking her knife out and stabbed his heart. Blood welled up out of the gash. Ave ran out, careful not to leave any substance she was there- and ran to the old house she lived in. she unlocked it, opened it, closed it, and then locked it again. she washed the knife so there was no blood on it. Ave smirked. " Dumb." she said. She threw out the red water into the waterfall next to her house. Then, she sat down on the bed. She grabbed some raw meat and began eating little nibbles of it. No one ever suspected her. Never.

Soul glanced around. Her eyes scanned the ground around her. Nothing. No one. Sould continued foreward, the village getting slowly further away. Time for some hunting. Or at least, some time to herself...

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