Weird West: Fletcher John

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Fletcher John: Retired Preacher | Bennies

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Ancestry | Human

Ancestry Features: Adaptable

Attributes

Agility (-1) || Smarts || Spirit || Strength (-1) || Vigor (-1)

Derived Stats

Pace || Parry || Size || Toughness (Armor)

Core Skills

Athletics || Common Knowledge || Notice || Persuasion || Stealth

Other Skills

Focus || Repair || Riding || Shooting || Survival

Hindrances

Elderly (Major) Fletcher is getting on in years.

Touched (Major) Fletcher sees spirits. Or that's what his brain insists is happening.

Edges

Luck/Great Luck +2 Bennies/session

Brave +2 Fear Checks / -2 Fear Table Results

Wealth

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Equipment/Gear

Mount

Pedro (Appaloosa)

Saddle >> Rifle Holster | Canteen | Bedroll

Saddlebags >> Rope | Jerky | Flint/Steel | Small Pan/Spoon

Armor

Leather Duster (+1)

Weapons

Colt Peacemaker (.45) | 2d6+1 | 12/24/48 | ROF 1 | 6 Shots

Right Hip Holster

Sawed off Double Barrel | 1-3d6 | 5/10/20 | ROF 1 | 2 shots

Duster Holster

Winchester ‘76 (.45) | 2d8 | 24/48/96 | ROF 1 | 15 Shots

Saddle Holster or Carried

Bowie Knife | ST + 1d4 | 3/6/12 | ROF 1

Left Hip Sheath

Ammo

18 Pistol Rounds // 6 in gun; 12 in belt

Gun Belt (waist)

15 Rifle Rounds // 15 in gun

18 Shotgun Shells // 2 in gun; 16 in duster pockets

Other Gear

Battered leatherbound bible with an assortment of stains that might be mud, might be blood, might be coffee, might be beans

Saddle bags

Biography

Fletcher John has some years on him.

He's believed some things he couldn't see and seen some things he couldn't believe. Some of those things bolstered his faith. Some of them shook it to its foundations.

In the end, he set aside coat and collar over it.

These days he's more interested in people than who's god-thing has the biggest dog. If he can, he helps where it's asked for, minds his own where its not, and at need makes things harder on folk as won't stop making things harder on others.

He still finds comfort and wisdom in the Good Book and can quote tiresome swatches of it, and mostly he makes an effort to follow the commands regular folk know about when regular folk are around.

But regular folk ain't often around when the bullets start flying.

Fletcher has a frontiersman's healthy respect for both runaway ruminants and bullets, but they ain't the scariest thing he's seen. Not even a little.

That honor falls to Men.

And while the those claiming to speak on behalf of the Lord over the centuries have usually had an opinion as to the propriety of killing a man, the Book was somewhat less verbose on the matter of kneecaps.

Nevertheless, some men just outright needed killing.

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