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

Core Skills

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

Other Skills

Healing || Occult || 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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Bio

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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