by Matthew Weaver-Uzelac
Mental
Cognition 3d6
Trackin' 4d6
Knowledge 2d6
Mien 1d8
Leadership 2d8
Smarts 2d12
Survival 5d12
Spirit 2d6
Guts 2d6
Corporeal
Deftness 2d6
Shootin': 5d6
(Rifle, Pistol, Crossbow)
Throwin': Unbalanced: 3d6
Nimbleness 2d10
Dodge 4d10
Fightin': Knife: 5d10
Sneak 5d10
Strength 4d6
Quickness 3d8
Vigor 4d10
Wind: 16
Pace: 10
Size: 6
Edges
Rank 2
Vet. of Wasted West 0
(Have your Marshal draw for you on the VotWW table)
Hardy 3
Light Sleeper 1
Yeller' 3
Pacifist 3
Gear: Handmade Crossbow (-2 to hit), 20 bolts, survival knife, Mess kit, 50 feet of rope, Backpack, Homemade jacket, 5 days of jerky
Personality: I remember the war. I didn't want anything to do with it so I went to college-Liberal Arts degree. That worked until the fighting pushed too close to the campus and my entire dorm was drafted. We had our own infantry company, we called ourselves the "Dead Soldier's Society." The lot of us were given rifles, armor and then sent to Bloody Kansas. There we got ourselves caught in a minefield. I was the first one clear and I waited for the rest of my buddies. They got mortared and I was pulling bits of them out of my uniform for days afterwards. That's when I walked away. Things were falling apart by then and nobody really missed me. I moved out here and set up a camp. I hunt and fish, and keep to myself. What could be more important than that?
Quote: "I was just tired of it all."