Preview: Welcome To Tombstone
Let me introduce this story to you guys. It'll give you a brief overview of how it will work out. The preview stems from a Roleplay that was almost started, and failed. It prompted me to write a huge fanfiction about it that I'm very very excited for. I will credit my partner with anything he feels necessary, because all ideas are my own – except his description of Daryl.
The frontier country can be miserable. It can be the type of setting that would drive a normal man to the brinks of hell, in his mind, and will drag him back to do it over again. There are deserts in the middle of lush grasslands, bears in the mountains that will tear you limb from limb, and outlaws that want whatever you have. If you're a woman…they want more than that.
This is the story of one of those outlaws. His name is Daryl Dixon. You may know him better as "Tombstone" Dixon where you're from, but as far as he's concerned, the name makes him a joke. It makes him look like a character in a dime novel. Hell…he probably was one.
Let's introduce Daryl, shall we?
Name: Daryl "Tombstone" Dixon
Born: 1851 (aged 38)
[REFERENCE PICS FOR DARYL WILL BE ON MY PAGE, UNDER "WELCOME TO TOMBSTONE"!]
If not for his reputation, he's terrifying in his ways. He's always had to fight. He's always had to fight for his life. So, his mannerisms are very shaky, very jumpy and sporatic. He's rough, even when he doesn't want to be.
Born in Georgia, Daryl was the second eldest child in his family. His father and older brother fought in the Civil War but were both killed at the Battle of Gettysburg fighting with the 17th Georgia Volunteer Infantry; Benning's Brigade. His mother was left to raise him and his three younger siblings alone until she had fallen ill shortly after the end of the war, and died from fever. Orphaned and with nowhere to go, Daryl fell in with a rough crowd and started his career at the age of sixteen as an outlaw.
Daryl killed his first man not too long after and formed his own gang, which gained notoriety throughout the South as "Tombstone Dixon and the Devil's Company". His skills as a gunfighter can only be matched by the years he spent with his father and brother hunting, tracking and spending weeks in the wilderness.
Currently, his whereabouts are unknown, though some reports suggest he's moving west toward the frontier states. He travels in a gang of seven outlaws, all wanted men and considered extremely dangerous. The bounty on Dixon's head is set at "$5,000 Dead or Alive", he is wanted for killing 20 people and is claimed to be involved in countless other murders.
Here's Clara.
Name: Clara Mayberry
Born: 1869 (Aged 20)
[REFERENCE PIC WILL BE POSTED WITH THE DARYL PICS]
Biography:
Clara was born into a loving family, but it was stripped away from her when she was only a toddler. Her mother and father ended up trapped inside of their small home after it caught fire in the middle of the night. A lot of people wondered how she survived, but only cared that she did. It was a miracle of God.
Now, at the age of 19, she's grown up. She's mature, and a lady, but when she needs to be, she's a little less than one. She loves to ride horses, and would rather be out hunting for sport than sitting around, doing the women's jobs.
She can often be found with her hair stuffed under a hat, a tight bandana covering her breasts, posing as a man to gamble in nearby towns. Though, if she was caught, she fears she would be stuck in the house for the rest of her life. So, before coming back into town, she finds a back way in, and attempts to convince her family she has simply been tending to the horses. How long that will last, she has no idea.
Her piano playing has improved, having a chance to play when the others are away. On her rides in and out of town, there are times when she stops to play at the local saloons, keeping a gun in the garter around her leg to fend off the men who have way too much time on their hands, but nothing to offer in the looks department. The gun is a derringer type pea shooter, but it would get the job done.
While in Winston, her attitude is posh and proper. She smudges her eyes and powders her nose. Her hair is brushed straight and pulled back in a small tie, and her dress is properly mended, even though it covers a tattered pair of riding boots. While on the road, however, she's about as close to a man as you can get…and sometimes she fears that it will get her killed if she ran into the wrong crowd.
This doesn't set you up for much, but I felt that you needed to be introduced to the characters, their mannerisms, and everything. Review and tell me what you think. I'll have a first chapter up after I think it over. I'm still going to be working on my other fic, but this is a little gem that some of you will appreciate.
It's completely AU, and bringing Clara together with Daryl will be great for everyone. I can't wait.
Hope you enjoyed,
A.B.