Thread: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall of a Wild West Outlaw (BBVD&MisaLaVan)

Sorry if my writing is a little sloppy I promise to you that it will get better as we get further into the roleplay and I you like my post. I just love creating a backstory to build off of. Joren Armand was born July, 13 1873 to two loving parents Alexander and Juliette Armand. Growing up his life was never an easy he was eleventh child And only surviving so far son of a poor farmer who was barely struggling to keep his family afloat So to speak. Out of the twelve kids that Alex Armand and Juliette Armand had only two survived a daughter named Lenore Born in 1883 and a son named Joren who was the older of the two. Joren was always a troublemaker as a child having been punished many times for many different things that ranged from playing pranks to shooting his fathers chicken and killing them with the gun that his father had given to go hunting with. When Joren started school he only had a couple of outfits and so a lot of people made fun of him. That pissed Joren off a lot and he fought often with kids in school and hurt them badly. Having a bad temper people knew not to mess with him from a young age and that continued for him until the day he met Isabella Harper. That was the day that Joren met his best friend and his attitude change to a very peaceful one. All throughout their years in school were perfect because for the first time in Jorens young life he felt like anything was possible having a best friend who believed in him. That was until the day that Isabellas parents sent her away to a private school. The day he found out she was leaving he rode his fathers horse all the way into town to say his goodbyes but that never happened because the time he got there she was gone the only person at her house was Isabellas father who had always disliked him thinking of him as a piece of scum who was bringing his daughter down. Which was how a lot of the rich acted towards the poor at that time. Her father informed him that she was already gone and that she had been sent away to a private school that would enhance her life Which Joren knew really meant that would get her away from the poor boy that was dragging her down. After that day Joren was never the same the young man soon became an alcoholic and was kicked out of his fathers home since he was a Bad influence on his eleven year old sister so not long after his eighteenth he was living in a makeshift campsite right outside of the large booming town of Dallas, Texas where many times Joren tried to get a job unsuccessfully. Two days after Jorens twenty-first birthday he received news that his sister eleven year old sister had been murdered by the notorious murderer Guns Al McGee. Joren grabbed his gun and rode off into town towards Teddys Bar which was a known hideout for Al McGee after a confrontation with the man who killed his sister he shot the man twelve times killing him. A Marshall who witnessed it was happy to finally have Al McGee dead paid Joren the twenty dollar bounty which was a lot for the time and that brought something out in Joren that had been hidden for many years. Four years later The now twenty-five year old man Joren Armand was now a well-known outlaw who robbed banks for a living which had given him a very hefty profit. It seemed that everybody from New York to California knew of the young accomplished outlaw whose posse were the most feared in the entire country. The Dark Riders had already made themselves a legacy for being mean, touch, duelists, robbers and sometimes when needed even killers. Joren sat at the bar in Teddys bar which he now owned drinking a beer which was bad since he was up until this time a recovering alcoholic as he surveyed a room a young woman caught his attention his eyes could be playing tricks on him but if he was correct it was his lifetime best friend Isabella Harper who he hadnt seen in eight years. Slowly Joren stood up from the barstool and walked over to the table pulling off his hat which was a sign of respect and he spoke slowly to the woman who was sitting with a bunch of other young ladies Excuse me miss. I am sorry to intrude on your conversation but I was just wondering is your name possibly Isabella Harper?