Name: Troy Casey

Alias: "The Revolver", "The Gravedigger"

Species: Supernatural: Ghost, possessing a revolver

Faction: None.

Biography: Troy Casey was born into a small, rather poor family around 1802. As a boy, he had a fiery temper, and grew up on the more wild areas of New England. He may have been a bit rough around the edges, but he had a good heart, and always did what he felt was right. These good intentions, however, rarely turned out well, and Troy was widely recognized as a troublemaker in his hometown of Ellsworth. Luckily, he was only imprisoned a couple of times, and they were never for longer than a year. Troy eventually dropped out of school, and took over the family farm. Troy, however, wasn't the type of guy to stay on a farm his whole life, no siree. He wanted to explore the new world, even if there wasn't much out there.

In 1820, Troy followed in the footsteps of Daniel boon and Lewis and Clark, setting out to explore the West. While Lewis and Clark had already explored the majority of the country, Troy was the kinda kid that had to see first hand what the new world had to offer. His travels took him from many parts of the continent, and he met many faces along the way. Some encounters were... less than friendly. Luckily, he managed to make a close friend during these times - David McCoy. McCoy was tall, pale, and had dark hair, but was very handsome. Definitely not the type you would expect to be exploring the wild parts of the Country. Still, the pair grew close with no one else to talk to - so close, in fact, that after a particularly bad Native American attack, David offered a fantastic deal - Troy would never have to worry about attacks again, at the price of Troy's immortal soul.

Troy was never a religious man, having been sent to jail several, times, and this seemed just like David's sense of humor. So, jokingly, the pair shook on the deal. Troy went to sleep that night, awakening in horror. He was roughly the same as before - only except half his face was missing, and tendrils sprouted from his body like disgusting tentacles. Troy immediately began to look for David, but he was nowhere in sight. The bastard had run off in the night.

For the next few years, Troy survived in the wild, staying far from human civilization. The supernatural was common, but he looked outright monstrous, and was sure to be attacked. It wasn't until 1840 that Troy had a lucky break. A man had died, leaving behind one of the newer inventions - a revolver. Troy had also found a large number of bullets with the man's corpse, and after practicing with the gun, Troy realized he was talented with it. Not to mention, his demonic traits made him all the more effective, his reaction time and speed quickly compounding to make him an excellent shot. With the hunt renewed, Troy continued to hunt McCoy, occasionally looting towns in the night to procure more bullets. In 1855, Troy stole a new gun from a naval officer, unfortunately having to break the man's arm to escape. It was then that Troy found McCoy, on the outskirts of the old Casey farm.

David had his own pistol and, wanting the duel to be fair, told Troy about a single weak spot at the base of his neck. A good shot there should kill him, sending him back to hell. If Troy won, he would get back his soul. But if David won, Troy was damned to not only an eternity of hell, but would be David's personal slave for all eternity. The duel was short lived - David had gone too easy on Troy. Perhaps he had generally been a friend, and didn't want to kill Troy. As he died, Troy felt his soul come back to him. Unfortunately, he was immediately killed - the Naval officer, dying of infection, was avenged by his soldiers, who had chased after a monster in the outskirts of Ellsworth.

Troy, however, refused to die. His soul, weakened from David feeding off of it for so many years, could not support a spiritual form - but it could continue existing if it found a place to rest. As such, it moved to the object that Troy held most dear - the weapon he used to kill the person he hated the most.

Years passed - Troy was wielded by many different people, all overestimating their newfound abilities. They usually died, but some simply tossed Troy when he wouldn't stop annoying them. Overtime, the Civil war started and ended, with little consequence to Troy. Eventually, however, the winter started - Troy would not be directly impacted by it, seeing as he didn't need food, but many people were sure to die. Finally, with a new purpose, Troy finds himself without a wielder and in Wichita, looking for a way to stop the White Wyrm.

Personality: Tired, Wise, Supportive

Melee Weapons: N/A

Projectile Weapons: Colt Model 1851 Navy Percussion Revolver.

Skills/Abilities:
Himself:
-General Telekinesis - A staple of Ghosts. Relatively weak compared to most ghosts, but enough to move himself at a decent pace. Can use this to alter the trajectory of his bullets somewhat.
-Supernatural Quality - The revolver he possesses is supernaturally good. It never needs cleaning, never jams, and is far more difficult to damage than normal.
-Telepathy - Troy is capable of communicating with anyone touching the revolver, and can read their minds as well. This effect stops immediately after physical contact stops.
Wielder:
-Supernatural Marksmanship - Anyone wielding the revolver has a weakened form of Troy's skill with the revolver. This is an intermediate skill level, enough that the wielder can use the revolver as if they had it for a few years. This increases the wielder's skill more if they are already proficient with revolvers or they are demons.
-Enhanced Reaction Time.