Not so long ago, before the West was won, it was a wild west, untamed and free. The law was in every person's hands and justice was a length of rope and a tall oak tree. There is a little town simply called Last Stop because it is actually the last town at the end of the railroad line. Stop in for a drink, don't shoot it up in this peaceful little town, and most of all at Last Stop we watch out for our own, so stay cool, Stranger.

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Townspeople and Strangers in Last Stop:

Kate Morningstar

Kate's mother and father were killed by yellow fever when she was only four years old, so she doesn't remember them. The illness spared Kate and her brother, but even then they were lucky to be taken in by some natives and raised like their own. They were adopted by a kind older couple who's children had been killed by the fever as well. But the tribe was attacked by another warring tribe and wiped out except for a few survivors who had been away from the camp at the time, including Kate and Rafe. Rafe took her away and they settled in Last Stop to open Dusty Trail Saloon. Kate is a spunky girl with an attitude the size of Montana sky and the heart to match. She has a fear of guns and storms that will turn her into scared child once more even though she is now 16. Kate walks with a slight limp.
played by: (LadyNyokaJean)


Rafe Morningstar

Rafe remembers the terror of the fever that stole his parents and nearly took his little sister. He was only seven at the time and had more trouble accepting his new parents, but eventually he embraced the ways of his new people. He had taken his sister and some of the younger children out to pick berries when the raid took away the only home they had left so Rafe took Kate and they made the long journey to Last Stop. Now he helps her run Dusty Trail Saloon. He keeps a rifle by his side at all times and taught his sister how to shoot as well. though because of the raids and a later accident she won't touch them. He is now 19 and thinks himself very much an adult. His view of what is right, is black and white. There is no in between for him. He has a temper when it comes to his heritage and his sister.
played by: (LadyNyokaJean)

Originally Posted by ~Prototipo-Annette~

Mignonette "Etta" Musgrave

Mignonette is the third of seven children with two older sisters above her, three younger sisters and one younger brother. However, the number of children was cut down to only six when Mignonette's second youngest sister- Annabella- died at the age of three of an acute respiratory infection that was most likely caused by a flu of sorts. Though saddened, Mignonette's parents were able to continue life like usual, except for one thing- they became obsessive over the health of their remaining children. Though obnoxious at times, it was somewhat for the better. When yellow fever swept the west, their parents were so attentive to their well being that not a single child was lost to the disease. When Mignonette was seven, however, her farther was killed protecting the family when their stagecoach was over taken by bandits. This was during the family's move to Last Stop, and so their arrival wasn't as happy as they'd thought. Having rushed for help, the body of Etta's father as well as the cremated remains of her younger sister were left on the trail with most of their things. Once a quite wealthy family, they had to start all over again from scratch in their new home. An elegant person, Etta is extremely refined and curious to the point of being a little naive, despite her vast knowledge. She's a very friendly person though she tends to seem a little cold and can be found bouncing around looking for someone to talk to almost all the time. At age seventeen, Etta is now the oldest child living at home ever since her two elder sisters moved away to get married. She now does her best to help her mother with house chores, earning money and raising her two younger sisters- ages sixteen and twelve- as well as her little brother- age 13. Her name might seem strange, but it's due to her mother's insistence on preserving the family's French background by naming her children accordingly.
played by: ~Prototipo-Annette~

Samael Taylor

At age one, Samael's father was killed in a bar fight. At age three, his mother remarried a man who was equally as drunk as his birth father. At age four, right on the edge of his memories, Samael's mother was beaten to deathby his step-father after Sam's mother complained about her new husband's habit of picking up prostitutes. It was this incident that turned the rowdy young boy into the meek, mild-mannered scardy-cat that he is today. To say he's afraid of his own shadow would be painfully true as- after his mother's death- his step father switched to beating on him, but never more than enough to give him some welts and bruises. Because of this, Sam is always subconsciously on the look-out for where the next hit is coming from and tends to get terribly startled by his own shadow when he catches it out of the corner of his eye. More recently, Sam's step-father decided that he wanted to get married once more. Seeing Sam as "in the way", he demanded that the boy- a mere twelve years old- get out of the house for good. This would mean living on the streets and begging for money till he died, which wasn't Sam's idea of a good time. Though Sam begged and pleaded, his step-father didn't cave an inch. Instead, he got so fed up with the child that he beat the boy almost to death and left him for dead on the front stoop of an orphanage. When he woke up a week later, Sam refused to supply the nurses who questioned him with his stepfather's name, instead telling them a half truth- that his parents were dead. After he'd mostly recovered, he was loaded up on an orphan train to be shipped to a loving family out west. Instead of complacently going along, though, Sam stowed himself away in the storage compartment and didn't get off the train until the last stop at Last Stop, long after all the other children had been placed in new homes meaning he was quite well forgotten and very much home free, minus the home of course.
played by: ~Prototipo-Annette~

Kate swept the last of the sawdust out the door, for a clean spreading of new sawdust just delivered from the sawmill. The sun was beginning to rise and the drunks long gone, probably having found some welcoming bed in the dawning hours before morning. She handed off the broom to one of her girls and supervised the rest of the work until she was sure it would be done to her standards. Kate may be running a saloon, but it would be a respectable place. No loose women here, if they wanted to dally with a cowboy they'd do it on their own time or risk being turned out. Kate's attention turned to the corner gambling table where a soft snoring was coming from her brother. She silently walked, her shoes making shushing noises in the soft dust. Rafe looked so peaceful in sleep. Oh, well.

Rafe shouted, reaching for the rifle that should have been by his side as his feet rudely hit the ground, waking him up from the nice dream he had been having about the miller's daughter. He glared at Kate, relaxing back in the straight backed chair. "Hell, Kate. What was that for? Can't you wake a man a little more gently?"

Kate shook her head. "Rafe, nothing short of a tornado could wake you!" She turned and went to the back of the saloon hall as her brother watched her go with a sheepish grin on his face. He knew she was right, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing to be woken that way.

Rafe gave a warning glare to the girls that had stopped to giggle at his rude wake up call.
"Hell." He stood up, stretching his tall frame to it's height and shoved his hat onto his head before he stomped out of the wooden building. It was a nice morning, he supposed, but after the bought of drinking last night his head ached and he cursed the morning light.

Though the last train for the day had unloaded it's passengers and left the station and entire two hours ago, Sam still hadn't left the station. Outside on a bench in what would become the only spec of shade in that area come noon he sat, chin on chest, dozing off in the cool morning air. His left arm was held securely in a sling so that it would most as little as possible as not to disturb his badly broken collar bone. Like most of the fingers on his left hand, Sam's collarbone had yet to completely heal in the three or so weeks he'd been allotted to recover from his wounds before being sent off, though his fingers were much much closer to being in tip top shape. How he was ready for a train ride when he still felt nauseous twenty four seven and sported a fading bruise over the better half of the left side of his face was beyond him, but for now Sam was settling with being exhausted, hence why he was dozing. He knew that it would be a good idea to get moving soon, before his shady spot turned to sunny in the morning light, but he decided it could wait till someone bothered him.

This idea, though, was cut short as he realized that it would be best to get a start on settling in. Getting to his feet slowly as to avoid the dizzy rush that came when standing up quickly after sitting awhile, Sam took a gaze around. The place didn't look to be that large, and there didn't seem to be much life at the moment, but the brunette didn't blame the townspeople for that- after all, it was early in the morning when most people were asleep. Pausing a moment, Sam wondered just how he would find work with his current injuries but brushed the thought aside. Right now, he need to find the post office- if they had one- to check out what sort of jobs were needed in the area. Just how much that would help in anyways, he didn't know, but it was a start. As he began walking along the road with a mostly steady gate, Sam noted a long haired man stepping out of a saloon. Heading in that direction, the boy paused near the tall man and gaze up towards his face.

"Um, might I get directions to the post office, mister?" he asking in a quiet voice, his gaze quavering with apprehension as he silently reprimanded himself for addressing someone so much bigger and taller than he was.

Rafe could hear the chatter of feminine voices in the back kitchen, getting food ready for the more respectable job of resturaunt that the saloon served as during the day. He squinted his eyes at the early morning's sun as it rose above the horizon. He beat the dust from his hat against his white buckskin-clad legs, before placing the hat back onto his head, giving shade to his face.

With the morning off to an auspicious start, the blond made a motion to step off the wooden walk and into the dusty street but his attention was arrested by the sight of a boy in sore condition. He frowned. Though the boy didn't seem to be more than eleven or twelve, perhaps, Rafe didn't know of any new families in Last Stop. That thought brought him to the conclusion that the kid was on his own. With the bruises the young boy sported, that may be for the better but Rafe wasn't going to make any judgment about that.

As the boy stopped in front of him, Rafe crossed his arms across his chest, a frown on his face. Really, he was such a soft heart as Kate constantly teased him. Why should he care for this or any stranger? Even as young a boy as this one, injured to boot, was none of his concern.

"Just a few buildings down that way, kid." Rafe nodded in the direction of the wooden post office painted with white wash. "Doubt it's open yet."

Kate came to the swinging door of her saloon, wiping her slender hands on a clean towel. She was curious about what her brother was up to this early in the morning but when she saw the poor boy it wasn't a moment's thought before she smiled at the kid. "Rafe, stop scaring the boy. You come in, love, and we'll set you up with a good breakfast." Kate didn't wait for a reply but went back to serve up a dish of hot hash and eggs with a side of ham for the boy.

Rafe sighed, half annoyed and proud of the spirited girl. When Kate took a notion to do something, nothing could stop her. "There's no use arguing with her. You might as well go in."

Sam cringed a bit under the frown that he was receiving, diverting his gaze towards the ground. Taking in the information, he shuffled back from the tall man a little in a subconscious manner. He was a little disappointed to hear that the post office was probably closed, but to him that made sense. After all, it was still morning and it didn't look like there was much activity in the small town just yet anyhow.

"Oh," he responded in a voice that was practically a whisper, "Sorry to bother you then."

It was in Sam's plan to then go wait around near the post office for them to open, but his plans were cut short by Kate. Titling his head up to look at the owner of the unexpected voice, Sam's wide-eyed gaze met with that of a short-haired girl. She seemed to be much more light hearted than the man in front of him, and obviously much more friendly as she promptly proceeded to both reprimand "Rafe" and invite the boy in for breakfast. Letting his gaze drop back to the ground, he attempted to decline the offer, "Um, you really don't need to bother..." Before he'd finished speaking, though, the girl was long gone, back inside the building to go about her own agenda. As, according to Rafe, there was no way to convince the girl otherwise, Sam followed her hesitantly inside of the building. Standing just inside the door, he fidgeted nervously, taking a quick peek around, unsure of just what it was he was expected to do.