PC-MarySueClayton

Name: Mary-Sue Clayton Sex: Female Age: 26 Occupation: Outlaw/Gunslinger Handedness: Ambidexterous Wind: 12 Pace: 8 Size: 6 Grit: 0

White: 3 Red: 1 Blue: 3 Legendary: 1
 * Chips: **

Traits

Cognition: 4d6 Deftness: 3d12 Knowledge: 3d4 Nimbleness: 4d8 Mein: 2d8 Quickness: 4d12 Smarts: 3d6 Strength: 1d8 Spirit: 2d6 Vigor: 3d6

Edges & Hindrances

-Belongin's 3 ($5000) -Purty 1 (+2 to persuasion rolls and Pretty.) -Sand 2 (+2 to Stun/Recover checks during combat) -Two Fisted 3 (Negates -4 penalty for dual weilding) -"The Voice"(Soothing) 1 (+2 to persuasion checks in calm/seductive situations)

-Wanted 3 (Bank Robbery) -Greedy 2 -Illiterate 3 -Outlaw 2

Aptitudes

-Shootin'(Pistol) 5 -Quick Load(Pistol) 1
 * Deftness: 3d12 **

-Climbin’ 1 -Sneak 1 -Dodge 1 -Fightin'(brawling) 1 -Horse Ridin' 1
 * Nimbleness: 4d8 **


 * Strength:1d8 **

-Quick Draw (Pistol) 2
 * Quickness: 4d12 ** (also Init)


 * Vigor: 3d6 **

-Search 1
 * Cognition: 4d6 **

-Area Knowledge: Home County 2
 * Knowledge: 3d4 **

-Overawe 1 -Persuasion 1 -Tale-Tellin' 1
 * Mien: 2d8 **

-Street Wise 1
 * Smarts: 2d6 **

-Guts 1
 * Spirit: 2d6 **

Shootin' Irons & Such

-Colt Peacemaker(Single-Action) x2 $30 -Colt Peacemaker(Double-Action) x2 $30 -Winchster '76 $40 -80 bullets (.45 pistol) $4 -50 bullets (.45 rifle) $4

Hand-To-Hand Weapons

Knife

Wound Key

Light - 1 Heavy - 2 Serious - 3 Critical - 4 Maimed - 5

Wounds

Head - Rt. Arm - Lt. Arm - Guts - Rt. Leg - Lt. Leg -

Equipment

Horse (Smart) $300 (+2 to horse handlin' checks) -Saddle $25 -Saddle Bags $5 -Clothes $30 ...... -Stetson Hat ...... -Chaps (Armor -2) ...... -Duster ...... -Vest ...... -Boots ...... -Trousers ...... -Mask -Good Whisky(Bottle) $5 -Bed Roll $4 -Matches (100) $0.50 -Trail Rations (7 days) $3.50 -Hatchet $1 -Iron Skillet $0.50 -Canteen $1 -Backpack $2 -Gun Belt $2 -Shoulder Harness $2 -Quickdraw Holsterx4 $44 -Speed-Load Cylinder $3

Money: $4778.00 Note: **DREW A RED JOKER!**

Physical Description

Mary-Sue sighs as she walks over to the bar, and takes a stool. She pulls off her duster and shakes it out briefly before resting over the next seat. Underneath it she wears a tight vest, cut low at the neck and high at the waist and not much else, along with simple trousers, chaps and boots spurred for riding. She wears her hat tilted low to cover her eyes, so all you can see is her pink lips and the long, wavey brown locks flowing loose around her shoulders. She has two peacemakers belted to her hips and another set holstered under her arms.

History

........ "It'll all be better soon, Josie..." Mary-Sue whispered as she rang out a cloth in the wash basin and walked back over to sit next to her sister's comatose form on the bed. She dabbed the sweat from her sister's face before laying the cloth across her forehead. "The new doctors'll be arriving today. They say they've seen a thousand cases like yours and say they can cure you as sure as the morrow." ........ Grabing an old picture of their parents off the bedside table and taking hold of her sister's hand, Mary-Sue curled up on the edge of the bed. She was anxious and wanted to stay awake for when the doctors arrived, but she coulden't even remember the last time she had slept. Her eyes slid closed involuntarily and her breathing slowed, though her face kept it's worried expression. Clutching her sister's hand and the picture frame to her chest, Mary-sue drifted off into unconsciousness. =  = =** ................................ * ..... * .... * .... * .... *  **=    ........ "Mary-Sue! Josie! Dinner's ready!" The girls could hear their mother calling from the barn, but they were too involved in a game of hide and seek. Mary-Sue had already torn a wide hole in the new dress she just got for her 10th birthday and was in no rush to face her mother's wrath anyways. ........ Mary-Sue had always been the better seeker than her little sister, who usually hid in all the same spots. Finding her too fast would ruin the fun though and usually make her sister pout, so Mary-Sue was taking the long route, passing through the barn in plain sight, where she knew she'd be seen. Exiting the opposite side she slowly began sneaking around toward the front again to ambush her sister, but froze at the sound of an angered shout. ........ "What are ya doin out here?" it was her father, she'd been caught. She let out a resigned sigh and turned the corner to hand herself in when she noticed her father wasn't alone. He was standing out by the main gate facing three men she didn't recognize. "You have my answer, and it hasn't changed. Now get, ya hear?" ........ "You were always a fool, Clayton," said the shortest, fatest of the three men. He wore a fancy suit and had greased hair and a curly mustache. He pulled out a golden pocketwatch and glanced at it briefly before putting it away, more to make a point than anything else. "Your time is running out, Clayton. We will get this land sooner or later, and it's your decision whether you're on the favorable side of this deal or... not." with that he turned and began walking away, the other two men turned to follow after a glare from her father. ........ "Get the dirt outta your ears and listen to reason, Clayton. Times are changin, you can't live off this pig sty forever," the fat man shouted back one last time before climbing into his carriage and slamming the door. ........ Mary-Sue went running to find her sister and get back to the house to get washed up for dinner. She didn't know what those men had been talking about, but her father had been in a terrible mood and she wasn't fool enough to think her father would hesitate to take the belt to her on her birthday. =  = =** ................................ * ..... * .... * .... * .... *  **=    ........ Silent giggles emanated from the barn's hay loft almost every afternoon, as Mary-Sue opted to skip out on chores for the more enjoyable task of watching Hollis, the farm hand, fork hay. She lay on her stomach, kicking her feet lightly as she gazed down at his sweaty, muscled chest through his unbuttoned shirt. He was 20 years old and treated her like a child, even though she was only a couple years younger then he. But she was very much fascinated by him, and swore to do whatever was necessary to catch his eye. But for now, she was content with watching. ........ Her daydream was interupted as Hollis stuck his pitch-fork into the hay stack and went over to the barn door to peer about. Seeing that the coast was clear, he headed toward the back of the barn and pulled out a pistol that was tucked into the back of his trousers. ........ Mary-Sue stiffled a gasp as she snuck over to the ladder leading down from the loft to get a better view. Hollis was in a spread legged stance, pretending to draw the pistol on an invisible foe. He repeated the action over and over again and would give it a little twirl every time he lowered it back to his hip. ........ Very carefully, Mary-Sue moved down the ladder, stopping briefly when she got down to the bottom only to brush the straw out of her hair and straighten her dress. Careful of her step, she snuck around to his back and patted him on the shoulder. Hollis spun around trying to hide the pistol behind his back, his eyes bulged and his breath caught in his throat, until he realized who it was. ........ "Shoulden't you be off doing chores?" he asked, his startlement quickly changing to annoyance. He shrugged her off heading back toward his pitch-fork as he tucked the pistol back into his trousers. ........ Mary-sue skipped after him a few steps, smiling. "If pops knew you brought somethin' like that 'round here-" ........ "Which is exactly why he won't know. 'Cause you'll keep your little mouth shut, ya hear me?" He gave her a hard glare before turning, picking up his pitch-fork and continuing his work. ........ Sighing, Mary-Sue moved over to sit on a bail of hay, her crossed ankles bouncing slightly as she continued to watch him. Her teasing had had the opposite effect than she desired and she did not very much like having him mad at her. She cleared her throat nervously as she spoke, "You know, you looked pretty boss, when you were twirling it like that. Do you think you could show me it one more time?" ........ Slowly a grin broke his stern expression and finally he jabbed the fork back into the hay stack. Reaching for the pistol he paused, "You have to promise me, you won't mention this to anyone." ........ Mary-Sue jumped to her feet, "I promise! I won't tell a soul!" ........ "Not even your sister." ........ "Not even Josie, I swear!" ........ Mary-Sue stepped closer to watch as Hollis pulled out the pistol again and began to twirl it around. Her grin matched his as she watched him for a while, before clearing her throat again, "Do you think maybe I could try?" ........ Hollis almost let the pistol fly off his finger as he burst out laughing. After a few moments a stern expression returned to his face, "Wait... you can't be serious... You're a girl you'll just end up hurting yourself." ........ "Hollis Stanton!" She shouted angrily, stomping up to him with a stern expression on her face, her arms crossed below her breasts. She began another tyrade, "If you think for a second that you can do anything better than me just because I am a WOMAN, then maybe I should go tell my father that I-" before a hand clamped over her mouth. ........ "Ok hold on a second here, you promised not to tell." ........ She gazed up at him for a few tense moments, the angry look in her emerald green eyes shattering the silence even before her reply became audible, even if a bit muffled, "I lied." ........ That annoyed look returned to Hollis' face and it instantly softened her own expression, the need to placate him overwhelmed her. She reached up and tore his hand from her mouth, "I won't tell him, I mean it this time... But maybe you could still teach me... maybe..." A step forward brought her to stand on the hard toes of his work boots, her body pressing against his. "Mayne if you just did this for me, I could.. do something for you..." ........ Squeezing his hand in her own, she hesitantly brought it down to cup one of her breasts. The momentary silence was broken only by a gasp she did not feel escape her lips and the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. Her already flushed cheeks turned a deeper red as she realized he could probably feel how fast it was beating. ........ Her free hand found his hand and gripped it tightly, her fingers intertwining with his around the pistol's grip. She used it not only to hold herself steady, but to press herself more forcefully against his body. Each moment that passed felt like an eternity, an eternity that lasted but one flustered heartbeat. Her vibrant green eyes were locked onto his. The conflicted hazel eyes that gazed back at her were belied by the gentle groping of his fingers. She lifted herself on her tippy toes, bringing her mouth closer to his, she could smell the fresh sweat on him, the scent was purely aphrodisiacal. As she got close enough to feel his warm breath on her plump, sensitive pink lips, she had to close her eyes to keep from being overwhelmed, completely swept away. She could feel the heat radiating off his lips, it would be soon now, she'd finally get what she wanted... ........ "Hollis Stanton! If I find you snitched my pistol again, By Jove, I swear I'll have no problem belting ya like my own-" ........ Mary-Sue's eyes shot open and turned just in time to see her father standing towards the rear of the barn, his face bright red and looking about to explode. She skipped a step back quickly, gazing up into Hollis' eyes one last time before bolting for the door, her budding tears already rolling heavily down her cheeks. ........ The words "Daughter!!!" raged after her as she ran into the house, straight up the stairs to her room. It was a good hour before she stopped crying long enough to catch her breath, it was only then that she realized the feel of cold metal in her hand. She slowly got to her knees and pulled back the tear-stained pillow to find the shiny pistol staring back up at her, She ran her fingers over the inscribed text. ........ The words she would later learn to be "Colt Peacemaker." ........ She never saw Hollis again. =** ................................ * ..... * .... * .... * .... * **=  To Be Continued...