Name: Angpetu Dulain

Age: 32

Nationality; Sioux/Irish

Profession: Kin Bane/Recruiter

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Combat Skills: Rifle, Bataireacht (Irish Stick Fighting), Scuffling, Bow, Knife

General Skills: Hunting, Tracking, Trapping, Kin Lore, Swimming, Survival, Horseback Riding, Bareback Riding

Languages: English, Sioux, Gaelic, Latin

Weapons: Blacktorn Stick, Sharps Creedmoor Rifle, Bow/Quiver, Russell 6 inc butcher knife

Possessions: Pryor Mountain Mustang, clothing, assorted cartridges and arrows of unique composite, pack of basic survival gear

Personality: Ang is a complex woman whose personality can change on a dime if she feels she is not getting the needed outcome for the situation. Good of heart she tends to trust a little to fast but she is also quick to tell someone to go to hell if she feels they are over stepping their grounds.

History:Ang is the only daughter of a Sioux woman and an Irishman. She was raised with both of them in her tribes village until she was 17 years of age, learning all she could of both her mother and fathers people. When she was 17, her tribe was slaughtered by an unknown creature; rumored to be the anger spirit of the ancestors. She was the next and last to die when a group, of what she believed were travelers, came along and slaughtered the creature. Since she was the only one left they brought her into the fold and taught her the ways of the "Kin Bane" - a small group of roaming undead killers that were entrusted to hunt down and bring "peace" to those poor unfortunate souls. Her group was recently hunted down and murdered when she was away taking care of a lesser demon. Now she is charged to recruit new individuals and bring them into the fold to keep up the fight.

Name: Cyrus Pendleton
Age: 45
Nationality: American, English and German descent.
Profession: Bounty hunter, quick-draw, ranch hand, cattle rustler, and sometimes farmer.
Appearance/Clothing:

He's 6'1". He's very strongly built, and can take a good beating. His hair is light brown, with hints of gray. His eyes are blue. He has a lot of hair covering his body(who the fuck "man scaped" in the old west? Nobody. That's who. Yes, I know that means hairy women, too).
He wears corduroy work pants, with suspenders. He'll wear either a dark blue or a dirty stained white pullover three button shirt. He usually wears red long underwear(onesie) underneath everything, if the weather permits. He wears two gun belts if the need arises(because he has two pistols). He wears black leather boots that go up just below his knees. He wears the same kind of hat in the picture. He'll sometimes wear a blue wool vest and/or a large black trench coat(weather dependent). He wears a earthen gray thin cloth scarf(it looks like a shemagh).

Combat skills: A fairly good marksman with the rifle. He can hit a man or beast at 100 yards with his Winchester rifle. He excels in close quarters with his pistols and can outdraw a lot of people. He can pistol shoot and horseback ride at the same time, able to be at a full gallop and still hit a target at 20 yards. He can street brawl and can use a lot of inordinate objects to his advantage. Usually when hand to hand fighting, or knife fighting, he'll take hits just to land better hits. He can go punch for punch with anybody. He lacks finesse in any fighting style.

General Skills: Horseback riding, hunting, trapping, tracking(learned from guerrilla war fighting during the civil war and bounty hunting and from when he was a sheriff), fire making, a little bit of bushcraft, and he can go a good distance on his own two feet with a rucksack.

Languages: English. Can read latin and english.

Weapons: Winchester rifle chambered in .44-40 winchester. A single action colt army, chambered in .44-40 winchester. A colt model 1871-72 open top, chambered in .44 Henry rimfire. Bowie knife.

Possessions: Clothes. A draft mustang. A few hundred cartridges dispersed between his saddle bags and rucksack. About 60 rounds between his cartridge belts for his two handguns. Each cartridge belt has 40 loops for 40 rounds. He uses the same rounds from his pistol for his rifle, so the one belt for his colt single action army and his rifle. He lets his other handgun hang from his saddle, using it for when he is riding and firing(not all that often). He also has an assortment of items for living on the trail. He has a small pipe, but he'll usually roll a cigarette. He has plenty of tobacco.

Personality: He usually comes across as a very content man, but troubled from his old life. He can be bitter at times and often has flashbacks from the horrors he's witnessed and the losses he's had. He is generally more of a gentle giant, but he has a fiery temper. He's wise from years of experience and will beat anyone over the head with his wisdom, as he's tired of losing people. He is something of a Christian man, but being on the move doesn't always make one out to be devout.

History: He was raised in Missouri, growing up on a farm. He mostly just worked the soil and grew edibles with his family. He started dating a girl when he was a 20 year old man. She became the center of his world. She finally bared a child for him, but it being out of wedlock. His family nearly ostracized him, but he went ahead and married her. When the civil war came, him and his family were first unconcerned, but they took up sympathy with the Confederacy. Cyrus's father was part of the Missouri State Guard, and got killed in the first year of the war.

Cyrus didn't follow his father's footsteps, instead, journeying to Tennessee and joining up with the Army of Tennessee in 1862. His wife had agreed to it after much coaxing. He became a cavalryman and learned to be a very good one. He knew and lost many friends during the war and invested a lot into the war of secession.

He ended up fighting at the Battle of Bentonville and was one of the 90,000 surrendered by Johnston to Sherman. He was bitter and disillusioned after the war ended, but he was content going back to his wife and child. However, he returned home to a vacant plot of land, except for two graves. His wife and child had died months before the surrender, killed by some band of the numerous units of Redlegers and Jayhawkers.

He went into a very bitter place after finding their deaths, never having been able to say goodbye, or anything. With that, he became a drifter, until he settled in a mining town in the Dakota territory. He stayed there a few years before becoming a deputy and then the sheriff, after the retirement of the old sheriff. He was a great sheriff, settling down and beginning a love affair with a single mother who had just moved there. Everything seemed peaceful, until his town was set upon by a gang of bandits. The bandits began harassing and stealing from anyone. They almost got control of the town, until Cyrus took on their leader in a duel and gunned him down in the streets. It seemed like everything would be alright, until the town was burned to the ground by the bandits.

His girlfriend was killed in the ensuing chaos and he left the town, not waiting to see whether or not the town recovered. He needed to leave and drift again. His mind was not right for settling down again.

Name: Grace Baur

Age: 27

Nationality: American of English-Romanian descent.

Profession: Blacksmith’s/ Gunsmith’s “Assistant”

Apperance/Clothing:
Grace stands at 5’7 with a thin and toned frame. Her skin is lightly tanned with several small scars scattered across her arms where she has accidentally been burned or even cut herself during work. She has light brown eyes.
Usual work outfit consists of a simple mid-length sleeved blouse, a pair of trousers, and a pair of brown leather boots. She dresses this way to avoid incidents when she is working.


Combat Skills: Knife, decent markswoman, explosives, quick on her feet in close combat.

General Skills: Weapon repair, Weapon construction, explosive/gunpowder knowledge (She can make her own TNT and other explosives.) , Horseback riding, Cooking, Negotiations, and swimming.

Languages: English and Romanian.

Weapons: Smith and Wesson model 3, an altered Colt Single Action revolver, and a personally crafted double edge dagger.

Possessions: Clothing, small tool kit for repairing/constructing weapons including explosives, rounds, gunpowder, Belt with holsters for her weapons, whatever money she made from working, and a black American Quarter Horse.

Personality: Strong willed, loyal to a fault, quick learner, confident, cunning, and fiery in spirit and in temper.

History: Grace Baur was born to Vivian and Luther Baur, a Romanian immigrant who spoke little English and a smithy born in the United States. They lived a humble life in Brogden , her father owning a blacksmith and gunsmith store in town. She was four when the Civil war broke out and with it her father was recruited into the army, separating the man from his only daughter and wife for four years. Her mother died of TB when she was ten, leaving her father on his own to raise his little girl.

With no womanly influence Grace was practically raised like a boy. Her father taught her his trade, took her hunting with him, taught her how to fight. Sure, it wasn’t usual but Mr. Baur wanted his daughter to be able to take over the family trade when he retired and making sure she could fend for herself was one of his top priorities. Her grandmother, who hardly visited, disapproved and when she was around she made sure to teach Grace etiquette and more feminine hobbies. Grace was more fascinated with weapons though, working alongside her father when he finally let her. She goes by assistant to keep her aging grandmother happy but she does the same work her father does.

Name: Ashtar Lakota "Dream Walker"
Age: 23
Nationality: Sioux (for convenience sake)
Profession: Tribal warrior, hunter, shaman by heritage.
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Combat Skills: knife fighting, blind fighting, archery, wrestling, fist fighting, shooting, mounted archery.

General Skills: Riding, cooking, swimming, fishing, tent making, clothing making, skinning, plant identification, tracking, running, herbal medicine, poisons, wound care, smoking, psychic voyage/getting high.

Languages: english, sioux, small amount of other tribal languages.

Weapons: bow and arrows, large knife, bola, hand gun.

Possessions: Tribal shaman.

Personality: Nature loving, peaceful, pensive, respectful.

History: Ashtar was the first son of the tribe shaman. He learned the ways of his people but his visions told him that he must leave them for a long journey. He would like to see peace between all tribes, even white ones, and tries to generate that influence in his travels. He spent time as an ambassador when he was very young to the immigrant Europeans and learned their language. He recently lost his father to a mysterious illness, but since then his father has spoken to him in dreams, telling him to seek the walking spirits...

Name: Maeve Devlin

Age: 17

Nationality: Irish

Profession: Opportunist, most often working in a saloon




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Name: Bill Cooper
Age: 65
Nationality: American
Profession: US Marshall
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Combat Skills: Bill is a skilled marksman, either with his rifle or revolver, and is also very capable in a fist-fight or brawl, tending to fight very pragmatically with little regard for 'fair play'.
General Skills: Horseriding, tracking, and wilderness survival from his youth. He's also acquired a fair talent for investigation and information-gathering from his time as a Marshall.
Languages: English fluently, can communicate in Sioux.
Weapons: An 1873 Winchester rifle that he wears on his back, an 1875 Outlaw revolver at his belt, a knife in his boot and brass knuckles in his pocket.
Possessions: His old horse Daisy, his broad-brimmed hat, and precious litle else.
Personality: Bill is, above all things, a determined man, full of elderly grit and weather-worn toughness. He's not quite a no-nonsense guy, having a penchant for sarcasm and dry humor, and he can show a softer side around friends, especially those much younger than him. Finally, he also displays incredible personal courage in the face of danger, almost bordering on a lack of self-preservation.
History: Extensive, though I'll just provide the basics here. He was born 1819 in Virginia, and on the day of his eighteenth birthday traveled west to grow up with the country. He's had a great number of occupations on both sides of the law, fought for the Union in the Civil War, and has spent the last decade and a half as a US Marshall in the Dakota Territory. He has little in the way of family, except for a niece in Central City, Colorado.

Name:
Anita Lambert.

Age:
26.

Nationality:
British-American.

Profession:
Street Doctor/Animal Caretaker/Scholar.

Apperance/Clothing:
Anita's hair is black and smooth, her eyes are bright blue and her skin is sun-kissed, slightly tanned. She stands at 5 feet and 9 inches. All over her neck and collarbone are horrible scars from a dog mauling earlier in her life.



Combat Skills:
Excellent knife-work. Good at running away.

General Skills:
Conventional medicine, triage care, field surgery, animal handling/care, horse riding, some mechanical and sciences knowledge, running, swimming, climbing, cooking, reading, writing.

Languages: Understands English and American Sign Language.

Weapons:
A short blade hidden at her inner thigh. Her father's British Bull Dog revolver.

Possessions:
Doctor's bag (containing scalpels, tweezers, razors, scissors, gauze bandaging, suturing material, bullet probes, bullet extractors, stethoscope, mercury thermometers and laudanum vials), canteen, eyeglasses, writing implements.

Personality:
Anita is a reclusive woman. She prefers to keep to herself, even when in groups, as her injury makes it difficult to interact on a person-to-person basis. Most times she does not bother. She is, for the most part, uncomfortable and favors avoidance of social interaction. Though, when necessary, she can hold a conversation if the other party has either the patience or the ability to understand sign language. When alone, she is rather whimsical and subject to fantasy, due to spending most of her life with her nose in a book. She can occasionally be found dancing in a rather uncoordinated manner. Her bedside manner as a practitioner of medicine, official or not, is extremely gentle and serene. Anyone in her care would do well to respect the silence, as disruptions can make her nervous. She does not operate well under pressure or threat. Or around dogs. When her trust and respect is gained, she can be an extremely loyal companion and friend. Her fascination with the sciences sometimes overrides her fears and anxieties. All in all, she is a kind soul.