Chanteys

● Gender : Female ❤ Mate : Valor ♥ Treasure : 500

● Gender : Female ❤ Mate : Valor ♥ Treasure : 500

Shanty's Successor(s)? (or just characters based off of ancient China)

The Xian Sisters

The fair and true Meifeng ("beautiful breeze" - may-feng) and the deadly dark beauty Xiang ("sweet smelling" - she-ang) / Xiaodan ("little dawn" - sh-ow-done)

Both were born to a noble family at the same time. Their father was a high ranking soldier, their mother of gentle birth. Xiang was always the more fierce daughter, always willing to speak her mind whether or not her thoughts were appropriate to the situation. She was unruly, many of her village were afraid of her. Meifeng, however, was much quieter. Calculating, rather than shy or meek. The village steered clear of her if they could, as well. The sisters, however, were inseparable. If they were together then the village would make way, and watch their own backs warily. Xiang grew bored over time, sick of her quiet little town and longing for adventure and freedom. She was only very young when she started looking for trouble, often times finding it. Her sister disapproved of this lifestyle, especially since she and - during dire situations - their father were usually the ones getting her out of trouble. With age Xiang figured out how to solve her own problems, to get out of the way in time. She started to live a double life, keeping many secrets. Her sister was aware of this, however she knew that her sister wouldn't like her prying. She had her own business, and she had hers. They slowly began to grow apart. Meifeng was betrothed, and Xiang had a secret lover who travelled the seas. The sea-traveller was known to her only as Zheng, although she knew his secrets. She asked the pirate to bring her aboard his voyages, longing to see the rest of the world, and many times he denied. But every time he returned, she would ask again.

Many months had passed since they were children. Mei had married under the peach blossoms. Things were going well until the mercenaries came. They had come to kill their father and Meifeng's husband. Xiang came home to see that the walls were covered in blood, claw marks along the floors and signs of a struggle everywhere you looked. She found Mei's husband dead in the hallway and her father fighting several burly mercenaries at once. "Go!" He screeched, stabbing one of the wolves through the gut. Xiang wanted to help, but she knew that she could do nothing. She was not trained in the ways of the sword - not that they owned many, nor did these mercenaries use any. They fought like barbarians, blood dripping from their mouths like they had just feasted. Xiang raced outside to where her mother was sobbing and her sister trying to keep them both together. "We have to go. Now." It broke her heart to leave her father in such a state, but they had to. The three of them fled to docks of their fishing village, where Zheng's ship was in port. Xiang begged him to take them, offering up all that they had and promising more. Zheng - although somewhat hesitant - agreed, although he warned them that life among his crew would not be comfortable. Taking to the seas, they fled their village and homeland forever. At first Xiang and Mei were hesitant to go even within six feet of the crew, snarling or hissing harsh remarks whenever they got too near. Together, they cared for their elderly mother until her very last breath, only two weeks at sea. Xiang demanded that they find a suitable burial place for her, and despite much arguing from Zheng, they eventually found a small island in the middle of nowhere. They rowed over and buried the old wolf right in the centre, Xiang and Mei begging her forgiveness as they could never return here. But they would never forget.

After their mother's death, Xiang and Meifeng became more outgoing toward the crew. They didn't care what anyone thought of them anymore, so they became like one of them. In their sorrow Xiang, among other things, took to heavy drinking and hostility, and Mei to gambling and dark poetry. The sisters stuck with one another like never before, however. They became a force to be reckoned with, and together they brewed. Brewed a hunger for vengeance, and a thirst for justice.

Together, they cornered Zheng into teaching them his ways, saying in front of his crew that, "if you don't, then you are too cowardice to, and afraid that we will become better than you." Xiang found out that she was a fine swordsman, however Mei learnt that her prowess was more intellectual. She was a fantastic sailor and commander, her navigating skills unheard of. She learnt a fighting style that rendered even the greatest beast of a mercenary defenceless, that, combined with the sisters' uncanny level of co-operation and good use of sharp tongues, made them utterly invincible. Immortal. They were nicknamed by their crew, The Xian Sisters.

For Mei, it was first out of necessity, now it was for for vengeance
For Xieng, it was first for the thrill of adventure, now it was for greed

Their father was a warlord, Mei's husband was to be his successor?
It was Mei's fault that their life was torn apart, but luckily her delinquent sister had a plan.

Themesong 1
Themesong 2
Themesong 3
Themesong 4
Themesong 5

*NEED TO DO MOAR RESEARCH LOL. Is marriage even a thing in China at this time? ...Is that a stupid question? >.<

● Gender : Female ❤ Mate : Valor ♥ Treasure : 500

Miss Westley was a preformer. Mister Ruddyfield found her. He was some bigtime rancher, had more money than sense. He bought the saloon, took in Westley and her sister, gave them a home. But Ruddy lost it all in a bet, went into debt. It was a rigged game, and when Ruddy found out, they killed him. [???] For a while, the twins owned the saloon. A family business. [???]

-One of them gamble for more money but end up getting in troubile?
-One of them has relations with the gang leader?
-Married a rancher who ends up dying out in the wilderness before their divorce???
-It all really starts when Westley kills someone (in self defence, over wrong deeds)

-Her sister wasn't really her sister, but her beloved???

it's not done right if it's not done by her

https://youtu.be/GmyecoW67kg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzDqCcTeSmY
https://youtu.be/Yag41F7eCLU
https://youtu.be/scTqpfL9WMA

The Mistress, or Eliza Jane as she was known as back then, was born on a dusty trail in the middle of nowhere. She was orphaned while she was still quite young, but was fortunately spared from a slow death when a fellow of the local tribe found her and led her to the nearest town. As she grew up, a wild street urchin with a reputation that didn't quite suit her pretty little face, he'd visit her whenever when he could. The fellow was not the kind that you'd look upon and trust immediately. There was nothing to be found of emotion in his weatherworn face but years of hardship. One time he came and warned the young urchin that he might not be able to come back, that there was a chance she'd be on her own once he left this horizon. He told her he wanted her to find employment, at the very least, if she wanted to have anything of a future. It would give him peace. That'd be the last time she'd see him, in all the years to come.

It was still during her time on the streets that she first met Marie who'd she'd come to call a sister. Together they survived, fighting savagely and scavenging for food.

"The man who raised me is dead, boy." The Mistress spat viciously. "So is everyone else."

"I'm only doing it to keep our only hope for a life!"
"I'd rather rot in Hell than see you do this. You're dealing with the devil itself, Marie!"
"There's no other way."
"Not if I can help it."

With that, Eliza left. Marie thought she knew where she was going, but never followed to stop her in time. Eliza eventually found Butch and challenged him to a game of dice. If she won, he'd leave them be, get the tax collectors off their backs, and pay back every penny he owed them. If he won, he got everything. Eliza knew he'd cheat, so she didn't plan on playing any fairer. Taking fate into her own hands, she cast the die and won, much to his shock. He upheld their deal with sealed lips and a shifty look in his eye, but kept true nonetheless. It wouldn't be for almost a year that she'd see the consequences of her actions.

After a night on the range, Eliza came home to find a note where Marie would usually be. Scrawled on it were the misshapen words: "There is a debt still to be payed." Signed 'The Butcher.' Furious, Eliza packed off to find him at his gang's hideout. Alone.

"Look what the wind blew in." Jeered one of the thugs, spitting his tobacco at her. She ignored him, and marched right up through their camp.

"We had an agreement, Butch."
"It was more of a loan, darling. A favour. It's time you payed us back."
"I'll pay you back in blood." She snarled, lunging forth and dragging her teeth across his face. He reeled back before she could do more damage and looked at her in surprise, blood dripping down his face. He glowered.
"Look what you've gone and done, ye trollop!"
She spat his own blood at his feet.
"Our deal did not include her. If you want payment, then I'll give you payment. Set her free."
"How about you show us some of that payment now, girl?"
"I suggest you get a move on, Butch. I'm not in a good mood right now. Don't want any more of those pretty little scars on your face now, do you?"
He tried to hide how much that affected him, but fear still flickered across his face.
He released Marie, and together they went home.

"YOU CHEATED BUTCH?" Marie shouted once she had heard the story.
"I'm sick of living in fear and poverty, Marie." Muttered Eliza over her meal. "The lifestyle doesn't suit me."
"The lifestyle-! By God, Eliza, you're going to get us killed!"
"I'll sort it out tomorrow."
"Eliza, you made him look not only like a fool, but a coward. Nothing will satisfy him. We're not getting out of this alive."
"Then you better start praying."

???:

"You killed him."
"He was about to do the same to me."
"I know."
"Then why are you so shocked?"
"Because I thought we left all this behind, when we left that damn town. I didn't think that it'd only get worse."
"The world isn't meant for people like us."
"People like you."
There was a silence.
Eliza finally spoke.
"Murderers. Like me."

Eliza knew what the next chapter would be. But she knew there'd be nothing to be done to prevent what had ultimately become her fate. Perhaps it was always meant to be.

A night on the range, their dusty old home. Already, she knew something wasn't right. The door beaten down and the windows broken. The stench of hot blood spilt on the carpet.

She came home and found her there, mangled and bloody. The note that read: "Your debt is cleared."

God only knows how long she spent there, by her side. The product of all their toil and hardship. Just more blood on the walls.

She set the house alight and all the love and hope in it. In grim silence, she watched it blaze, a beacon in the night. A reminder of her crusade.

There would be nothing to hold her back now.

She turned and saw a fellow come up the hill, the curve of his nose and frown so familiar, she couldn't help but stare.

"Tell your boss that I sent you." She hissed.
"Say hi to my old man, won't you?"

The man who raised her was an old outlaw who thought by bringing the child to a town and helping raise her he was redeeming himself in some way. In the end, when he finds her again after years of absence, she tells him the only way he'll redeem himself to her is if he teaches her his old ways. Although hesitant, he does so knowing that even with this knowledge she'll be heading to her death. In the end he sacrifices himself in a way, deciding he must take responsibility for what he's unleashed on the world and thus sparing Eliza. She takes his name out of respect.

● Gender : Female ❤ Mate : Valor ♥ Treasure : 500

Get on yer knees and pray
Shake loose the royals, cast away
Make haste, look lively, quick, belay!
Too soon it'll be back in the fray
Tomorrow might just be our doomsday
Look up, boy, make the best o' today

We'll sink and die together
Or pray to die apart
Make the best of today
God save the Blackened Heart

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Mother is killed by bandits, father is unknown
Orphaned and found by a rambler ('Bartholomew') who took her to the nearest town
Grew up on the streets, partially raised by the mysterious rambler
Upon coming of age, is warned by the rambler that she might never see him again
Meets another street urchin ('Marie') who she befriends and calls her sister
Both are taken in by a kindly old drunkard/gambler ('Rudolph') who owns the saloon, where they are employed
Ruddy gets in financial trouble in a rigged game of cards and found murdered under mysterious circumstances, he leaves the saloon and all his debt to the sisters
After a while of struggling, the gang that Ruddy got in trouble with seeks out the sisters. In order to keep their livelihood, Marie bargains with their leader, much to Eliza's disgust
Eliza knows how their leader, a corrupt tax collector called Butch, cheated Ruddy and challenges him to another game. She wins everything that is owed to them, but Butch is hesitant and wary
Eliza meets a rancher who she eventually marries for his money, the sisters sell the saloon and join him on his farm. Eliza only later realises what an awful man he is, and is not surprised when he goes into the wilderness and never returns, presumed to be dead
A year after their last contact with them, the gang kidnaps Marie and leaves Eliza a note saying that Butch requests her audience. She goes to see him and insults and threatens him until he releases his captive. She agrees to paying him for his 'favour' in exchange for Marie's life
Marie has an argument with Eliza about her foolishness
Butch sends his son to 'collect payment' - presumably Eliza's life. She kills him in self defence (mostly by accident). Marie witnesses this, and although she is forgiving there is an understanding between them, that by ending one life they've doomed themselves to a fate they've been fighting since the very beginning.
A month later, Butch finally retaliates in murdering Marie and leaves a note: "Your debt is clear."
Eliza burns the house to the ground and everything else with it. She decides she has nothing left to lose, but just as she is about to set off on her crusade for revenge a familiar face stands in her way.
The mysterious rambler, apparently having survived after all these years, had tracked her down. He listens to her story and is apparently sad that the child he tried to raise to redeem himself ended up exactly what he'd had been running from. She tells him that she is going to find Butch and kill him, and he offers to teach her what he knows. He warns her that once she starts down this path there'll be no going back. She simply smiles and says that this was the only path that she was ever meant to go down.
She tears through town like a gale, finding Butch in the middle of his morning. She challenges him to a duel, to which, prideful and foolish as he, accepts. She slaughters him without mercy and unfairly. For killing a man in 'cold blood' she is taken to the noose, only to be spared by the mysterious rambler. As they escape, both the lawmen and the gang are on their tails. The rambler, informing her to go on without him, charges back at them, sacrificing himself to correct his previous sins and give the child a chance. He dies like a hero, leaving her alone once more. She takes the rambler's name, ridding herself of her disgraceful ex-husband's.
While on the run, she is still tracked by some of Butch's old followers. She is found by two of the ragtag ones who were dispelled by the new leader of Butch's gang. She kills one of them, the other begging for mercy, saying that they seek her because they believe her to be a better leader than the new fellow, or even Butch himself. She spares the fellow out of pity and disgust, however he continues to follow her around. Soon would she learn that he would not be the last. Many would come to seek out the one who killed The Butcher in hopes of something better. Fate would not be deterred. It knocked on her door constantly until it broke it down. They wanted her to be an outlaw feared beyond recognition? So be it. Let them know of her wrath and power, til the sky itself came pouring down to wash away the blood of those who thought it wise to challenge her.

What else are you supposed to do?