Attributes: Agility d4, Smarts d8, Spirit d8, Strength d4, Vigor d6
Skills: Academics d4, Athletics d4, Common Knowledge d4, Intimidation d4, Language (Native) d8, Notice d8, Occult d6, Persuasion d6+1, Riding d4, Shooting d4, Spellcasting d8, Stealth d4, Survival d4
Pace: 6; Parry: 2; Toughness: 7 (2)
Hindrances: Enemy (major, ), Talisman (major, Grimoire)
Edges: Arcane Background (Witch) (Witch), Attractive, Familiar (Grey Cat- Rowan)
Armor: Armored vest/corset (light) (Armor 2)
Weapons: Unarmed (Range Melee, Damage Str), Colt Army (.44) (Range 12/24/48, Damage 2d6+1, ROF 1, AP 1), Ghost Steel Knife, Bowie (Range Melee, Damage Str+d4+2, AP 2)
Gear: Backpack, 50x Pistol Ammunition (Large, .40-.50 caliber), Quick-draw holster, Shirt/blouse, dress, Shoes
Languages: Native (native, d8), Native
Current Wealth: $97
Arcane Background: Witch (Weird West Companion)
Special AbilitiesWitch: Power Points: 10; Powers: Beguile (Deadlands Weird West Companion p23; Drop black handkerchief Trappings), Bolt (Savage Worlds: Adventure Edition p156; Black Eldritch Fire Trappings), Detect/Conceal Arcana (Deadlands Weird West Companion p61; Brush away shroud Detect Put shroud on Conceal Trappings) Reducing Corruption: Every time a witch participates in reducing a region’s Fear Level, she reduces her Corruption by 1.
I’m sure you’ve already realized this but I’ve always been a bit different, compared to most other folks. Even when I was young. Strange occurrences always used to happen around me. Well strange to others at least. When I was real little, I used to be able to talk with animals, occasionally I could speak with spirits, though at first people brushed it off as just a small child’s imagination. That was until I told my mother about the time grandmother came to visit me. She asked me to tell my mother that she still loved her, and that she was sorry she had to leave when my mother was so young. Apparently my grandmother had died in an accident when my mother was barely twelve, she had fallen ill, and the doctors couldn’t save her. I don’t think I had ever seen my mother so scared before. And when I gave her my grandmother’s locket, she panicked even more since that had been buried with her all the way back in Maryland.
My mother took me to the church that same day to have a priest pray over me. I remember as he was praying, something else was there, something that didn’t like the priest’s prayers. It kept telling him to stop, and to leave, or else, but he couldn’t hear it, and he wouldn’t stop either. Well, it ended up snapping his neck halfway through whatever he was actually saying. That’s when my mother started saying she needed to save my soul, that the devil had his claws in me. She set fire to the church, trying to burn me along with it. Mother ended up getting trapped in the inferno, but I managed to get out. I was 6 years old at the time.
As I was watching the flames, that’s when the Head Mistress showed up. She said the spirits led her to me, that I had a gift, one that she could teach me to control. She had a school where she brought other girls like me in order to teach. At that time, I had no idea what that truly entailed.
So I went with her to her school, and I learned. Head Mistress made sure we all got a formal education, but she also taught us other things, the dark arts of magic. I was fascinated by it all, it came to me so easily too. Head Mistress used to tell me all the time that I was so gifted, especially at my age, she had such high hopes for me, and I wanted to do everything to please her for rescuing me. And I did some horrible things that I don’t want to talk about. Not now at least.
It wasn’t until I graduated her little school that I realized her plans for all of us girls. Head Mistress had a guest over, I don’t know who, but I overheard her talking about how we were nothing but pawns. She never cared for any of us, we were disposable. And they were talking about sending my group out somewhere towards California for something, I don’t know what for, but Head Mistress and her guest were expecting us all to die on this mission, and neither one cared.
I ran away that very night. I just grabbed everything and left in the middle of the night. I didn’t care where I was going, I just ran until I passed out. When I woke up, I was in someone’s home. An older gentleman by the name of Benjamin Frier had found me passed out on the road and he took me back to his home. I don’t know what possessed me to tell him my story, he was a complete stranger and I had always been told never to tell anyone about my connection to the dark arts, people had been hung and burned alive for less. But he had a certain kindness, and I could see the sorrow in his eyes as I told him my story. I remember how he told me it wasn’t my fault for everything, that I had never chosen this life, it had been forced upon me. He didn’t judge me, he didn’t fear me. He was truly a man with a good heart.
Benjamin told me he had a friend I could stay with in Minneapolis for the time being. He would stay behind and try and lead the Head Mistress in another direction and that he would meet up with me when he thought it was safe. I urged him to be careful, the Head Mistress could be cruel and vindictive, and he swore he’d be out to meet me a few months to make sure I was ok, help me start a new life.
And, that’s where I met you, remember? You were just a small ball of fur, half starved. But look at you now.
Well, I think you’re going to be able to meet Mr. Frier soon, I just got a telegram from him with a train ticket, telling us to meet him in a small town called Podunk. No, I don’t know why we’re meeting him all the way out there, but if it’s him, we can trust him.
-Dakota to Rowan