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Archetype: Gunslinger's Daughter | Archetype: Gunslinger's Daughter | ||
Homeland: | Homeland: Gilead | ||
=== Stats === | === Stats === | ||
*'''Acuity: 3D6''' | *'''Acuity: 3D6''' | ||
*'''Body: | *'''Body: 4D6 [-1]''' | ||
*'''Heart: 4D6''' | *'''Heart: 4D6''' | ||
*'''Will: 5D6''' | *'''Will: 5D6''' | ||
==== Traits ==== | ==== Traits ==== | ||
“I’m attractive” | “I’m attractive” 1d4 | ||
“I serve the White” | |||
“My shoulder” 1d4 | |||
“I serve the White” 1d10 | |||
“I'm slow on the draw” 1d4 | “I'm slow on the draw” 1d4 | ||
“I'm good with a hatchet” 2d4 | “I'm good with a hatchet” 2d4 | ||
“I'm a good shot” 1d10 | “I'm a good shot” 1d10 | ||
“I'm Hot Headed” 2d6 | “I'm Hot Headed” 2d6 | ||
“I'm known as a Gunslinger's daughter” 1d6 | |||
==== Relationships [2d6]==== | |||
“Barton Ephraim, my only friend in Gilead.” 2d8 | |||
“Alan.” 3d6 [-1] | |||
==== Belongings ==== | ==== Belongings ==== | ||
2d6 + 1d4 Fine Killing | 2d6 + 1d4 Fine Killing Irons | ||
1d6 Horse | 1d6 Horse | ||
1d4 Tobacco Pouch and | |||
1d4 | 1d4 Tobacco Pouch and Pipe | ||
1d4 Leather Jacket | |||
1d4 Mortar Fragment | |||
1d6 Hatchet | 1d6 Hatchet | ||
1d8 Giant Snake Tooth | |||
==== Details ==== | |||
*Age: Roughly 20 even | |||
*Height: 5'6" | |||
*Weight: 132 | |||
*Hair Color: Brunette | |||
*Eye Color: Blue | |||
=== Background === | === Background === | ||
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''Kapang! Kapang! Kapang!'' | ''Kapang! Kapang! Kapang!'' | ||
She sits on a horse now, smoking a shoddily rolled cigarette, watching the sun rise. She is 20 now, and has 4 years of scars and attitude more, and still can’t shake her beauty. Her father is dead now, there is nothing left for her in | She sits on a horse now, smoking a shoddily rolled cigarette, watching the sun rise. She is 20 now, and has 4 years of scars and attitude more, and still can’t shake her beauty. Her father is dead now, there is nothing left for her in Gilead. She rides to waste. | ||
''I’m gonna make your proud, Pa.'' | |||
''[http://www.littlegun.info/arme%20americaine/smith%20and%20wesson/schofield%201873%20hallantique-02.JPG Left Iron] Taken from a dead harrier. Surprisingly resilient, and is easier to reload then her finer iron. '' | |||
''[http://www.littlegun.info/arme%20americaine/artisan%20s/starr%20single%20action%20cal%2044%20john-01.jpg Right Iron] The iron she was taught to shoot with, not a true Gunslinger's iron by lineage but preforming quite close. '' | |||
Latest revision as of 15:35, 25 June 2023
Name: Josef La Roux
Archetype: Gunslinger's Daughter
Homeland: Gilead
Stats[edit]
- Acuity: 3D6
- Body: 4D6 [-1]
- Heart: 4D6
- Will: 5D6
Traits[edit]
“I’m attractive” 1d4
“My shoulder” 1d4
“I serve the White” 1d10
“I'm slow on the draw” 1d4
“I'm good with a hatchet” 2d4
“I'm a good shot” 1d10
“I'm Hot Headed” 2d6
“I'm known as a Gunslinger's daughter” 1d6
Relationships [2d6][edit]
“Barton Ephraim, my only friend in Gilead.” 2d8
“Alan.” 3d6 [-1]
Belongings[edit]
2d6 + 1d4 Fine Killing Irons
1d6 Horse
1d4 Tobacco Pouch and Pipe
1d4 Leather Jacket
1d4 Mortar Fragment
1d6 Hatchet
1d8 Giant Snake Tooth
Details[edit]
- Age: Roughly 20 even
- Height: 5'6"
- Weight: 132
- Hair Color: Brunette
- Eye Color: Blue
Background[edit]
“It’s… a girl.” Silence. In a small cabin three gunslingers stood silent over a fresh born babe. The father grinds his teeth. His only heir could not carry his name, and could not be a gunslinger. He is mad, to say the least.
“Damn’it… damn’it…
Kapang!
Damn’it! Girl if you can’t be a gunslinger you can at least be a decent shot!” He shouts to his daughter, now 16 and awkwardly holding a fine shooting iron. Her hair is cut short and she wears boys clothing, but her face is too pretty. She cannot hide this. She fumbles with the rounds as she reloads hastily “Sorry sir!” “Don’t you sorry me! You fire six goddamn shots and hit the damn thing once!” he takes a swing from his bottle and hefts another brick into his hand. “Again, and if you don’t hit it twice, I fuckin' swear, girl…”
Kapang! Kapang! Kapang!
She sits on a horse now, smoking a shoddily rolled cigarette, watching the sun rise. She is 20 now, and has 4 years of scars and attitude more, and still can’t shake her beauty. Her father is dead now, there is nothing left for her in Gilead. She rides to waste.
I’m gonna make your proud, Pa.
Left Iron Taken from a dead harrier. Surprisingly resilient, and is easier to reload then her finer iron.
Right Iron The iron she was taught to shoot with, not a true Gunslinger's iron by lineage but preforming quite close.
