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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Doppleganger" data-source="post: 107705" data-attributes="member: 722">Scarlet MacQuinn Human Female Gunslinger 2; Init +8 (+4 dex, +4 impvd init); Armor Class 14 (+4 dex); Spd 30'; VP/WP 16/12; Atk +0 melee (1d3-2 unarmed) or +6 ranged (+7 point blank, 2d6+1 derringer, 2 shots, crit 19-20, Range Inc 15'), or +6 ranged (+7 point blank, 2d6+1 colt peacemaker, 6 shots, crit 19-20, Range Inc 30'); SQ Greased Lightning +2; SV Fort +3 Ref +7 Will +0; SZ M; Chips 2; Str 6, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 14. Skills: Bluff +7 (5/+2), Gunplay +9 (5/+4), Speed Load +9 (5/+4) Feats: Proficient (simple weapons), Proficient (firearms), Point Blank Shot (pistols), Rapid Shot (pistols), Improved InitiativeEquipment: Blue dress with white ruffles, ladies' black boots, ladies' blue hat with brown feathers, white traveling gloves, blue sun umbrella, blue handpurse, white handkerchief (in purse), garter belt (right thigh), mini-holster (right thigh), derringer (right thigh, loaded)Luggage: Large black suitcase, assorted spare clothes (in suitcase), assorted ladies toiletry (in suitcase), gunbelt (in suitcase), quickdraw holster (in suitcase), colt peacemaker (in suitcase), box of 50 bullets (in suitcase)Appearance: 5'10", 135 lbs, 34-23-34, tall and lanky, long red hair, fierce green eyes, porcelain-white skin, 18 yrs oldHistory: My parents were very poor when they fled Ireland during the Great Famine.  Mother had just given birth to my five older brothers when the worst of the famine hit hard.  They traveled to America and finally settled in Wheeling, West Virginia where my father got a job in the coal mines.  I was born a few years later, in 1857.  One by one as my five brothers grew up, they too worked in the coal mines.  On the weekends, my father and brothers would go hunting in the woods behind our ranch-house for white-tailed deer and turkeys.  As far back as I can remember, they used to take me along and try to convince me what great fun it was to hunt.  All I could manage to lift was a pistol, but that's how it all got started.  They were right, it was very fun and I soon fell in love with handguns.  It wasn't long before I was shooting better than anyone else in the family.  Half the time, I could pick off a game bird before it even cleared the bush.Anyway, about five years ago there was an accident.  My father and oldest brother were killed in a mine shaft explosion.  I was heartbroken.  But I still remember the kind words that Pastor O'Donnell comforted me with during the funeral services.  So when I got a letter from him a few days ago asking for help, I packed my bags and got on the first train headed West.</blockquote>

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