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Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

I feel that, this week is my finals week

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

It was a nice morning in Selina mused a silent woman, who sat quietly in a rocking chair on the front porch of the church. The local pastor had dragged the chair out there for the woman a few days ago, saying the fresh air would help with her long term recovery. She could not complain, the liked sitting out there on quiet mornings, reading and watching the town begin it's day.

She knew, technically, that she should still be inside, helping the other monastery workers with their morning chores. She had awoken early to begin her chores, and rushed through them after breakfast, so she could have some time to watch the town before the day began. Certainly not the best course of action, but she meant no disrespect for the people who housed and fed her. She just did things that were...different...sometimes what she is convinced is the best choice is not always so.

Leaned up against the porch railing is a small chalk board, with a few stubby pieces of chalk accompanying it. Written on the cork textured back of the board is a note from the local pastor, Father O’Flanagan, who took care of the woman on occasion. It reads, in fancy swirling text,

My name is Aveline, I cannot speak very well, please be patient. If I am lost and confused please escort me to Father O’Flanagan, in Selina, Kansas.

On her lap sat a slightly wrinkled and yellowed binding of parchment. A newspaper, although Father O’Flanagan insisted it was actually called a magazine. Printed across the top, slightly faded. Scientific American - July - 1878. She had received the magazine earlier that week, when a courier from Dodge visited the church with her expected books. The magazine was a surprise, a gift from someone who had heard about her injury, someone who was curious about her. And while, at first, this upset her, she decided that, regardless, the magazine was a gift. A gift that baffled her. The magazine was printed all the way in Boston. It felt like it traveled the world until it finally came to her hands.

So...yes, it was an older printing. But a gift was still a gift, and knowledge was still knowledge no matter how old. Currently Aveline was completely absorbed into an article about a man from California, which also felt like worlds away, who had been hired to do an experiment using photography.

He took a series of photographs of a horse in motion, proving that when a horse was in full gallop all four of its feet were off the ground at the same time. And while the new horse knowledge was interesting, and gave her the urge to watch the passing coaches, she was more amazed by the photographs. Apparently there was a device, a zoopraxiscope, that would flash all the images in order giving the appearance that the pictures were moving. Aveline could hardly imagine such a device, and would have to settle for quickly looking from one image to the other.

She could not wait to tell, or show, Father O’Flanagan the article. She just hoped he found it as fascinating as she did. The woman frowned, musing silently about how upset the man had been at breakfast. Or at least how upset he seemed. He had done all he could for the ailing miner, they both had, but Father O’Flanagan had a right to be upset.

Hopefully he wouldn't be upset catching her rushing through her morning chores to read.

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

Sounds legit! I'll toss Aveline into Selina, if anyone wants to be acquaintances with her hit me up :D

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

Sounds good! Aveline lives in Selina, and I suppose since the two is small, everyone knows everyone there.

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

Thank you :D I'm gonna clean and tweak the sheet and then post in here so the rest of us can figure out why we know each other!

Aveline

Name: Aveline, last name unknown.
Blessed



Stats -
Agility: 5
Smarts: 7
Spirit: 5
Strength: 4
Vigor: 4

Skills -

Hider

Healing - 3
Investigation - 2
Knowledge - 2
Notice - 3
Persuasion - 3
Stealth - 2

Gear - Aveline despises violence, even shooting a gun near her makes her jumpy and nervous. And while she has been taught how to shoot, by a lawman who didn't want her to be taken advantage of, she really doesn't like carrying a weapon.

Background - Aveline know very little about who she is, or was, and where she came from. The woman has amnesia, caused by a traumatic brain injury she suffered. A gunshot wound to the head, the scar still visible on her left temple. The furthest back Aveline can remember is suddenly waking up, strapped to an operating table, a doctor picking pieces of lead bullet out of her skull, the pain slightly numbed with the taste of whiskey in her mouth. Her body had been dumped near a river, where it was found by a local minister. He was able to get her to a doctor before she expired, her survival being seen as a miracle.

When she finally came to, her emergency surgery a success, Aveline found herself struggling to answer the questions asked by the priest, the doctors, and the local law. Not only could she remember almost nothing, she could barely communicate. She had to strain to speak, but even then her words would be slurred and stuttered, the doctors assumed this was caused by the area of the brain struck with the bullet. She had to resort to communicating through written words, where she revealed everything she could remember. A ranch, a home, an argument. A Gunshot. Her name.

As she recovered she tried to recall who she was. Maybe an escort who angered a customer, or a rancher who's competition took matters into their own hands. Maybe she was a criminal, or just a victim of a random attack. But without any identifying documents, or anyone coming forward to claim the confused woman, her true background continued to be a mystery. All the doctors could piece together was that she did not come from Selina, unless her family was keeping away on purpose. And yet Aveline carried herself with a air of politeness, and knew how to read and write, which pointed her towards a past of civilization.

And a civilized past indeed. Aveline does not know, but I know because I am an omnipotent narrator. Aveline belongs to the Amcotte family, affluent plantation owners from the southern states. However, with the continuation of the war, as well as the rumors of the dead rising, the plantation began to suffer, following the death of the patriarch of the family, Aveline's father. Aveline, the youngest of her siblings, was left a comfortable sum in the Will, which angered her eldest sister, who had received the failing farm after the death of their father. Aveline's sister went on a rampage, murdering each remaining member of the Amcotte family, to gain the entire inheritance for herself. Too bad Aveline survived.

Today, Aveline still struggles. Although she has been practicing with speaking, her words are still soft and slurred, and she has a pretty prominent stutter. She fears that people only see her as an anomaly in town, or that her slow speech makes her unappealing. But her life is not all misery, and she is not entirely helpless. She considers herself quite lucky, despite her lingering disability. She can still communicate through speech, even if it is slow and stuttered, and she can write out what she wants to say. Her brush with death, as well as the care she received from both the local priests and doctors as she recovered, has inspired her. As she recovered she began to learn about the art of healing, both medicinal and miracle based. Her mentors and teachers would remark that she learns quickly, especially for a woman who had been shot in the head. She would much rather patch up a wound than cause one, but saying that she would much rather stay inside and read than face off against gunslingers.

Other: Aveline has been practicing, and improving, her speech, but it is still very ineffective for communication. She carries with her a chalkboard and chalk, gifted to her, when she really needs to get a point across, but this can be a problem when trying to 'talk' to someone who can't read. Her newest, and most useless, form of communication is Sign Language. She finally get to start learning signs when the books she ordered arrived from the developed cities in the North. Sign Language has been around since the early 1800s, but isn't very widespread or learned. Still, Aveline, likes learning.

Worst Nightmare - Losing her mind.

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

I'm just gonna sliiiide in here in case a space ever opens up and your crew needs a lady

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

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The piloting droid had let out trills and beeps as the ship launched through space. It had been far to long since she had felt the pull of light speed against her metallic casings. Most of the time she was wedged in a cargo hold, not able to watch the cosmic lights blur past her photoreceptors. Not only that but it felt good to finally have the ship off of Alderaan, she wanted to go somewhere new. A planet far away from her past, where there would be new data to fill her synthetic mind. And as the ship rapidly decelerated this mystery destination was...Tatooine? B-0s photoreceptors dimmed slightly, an expression that could be interpreted as disappointment. She had been to Tatooine, and had a love hate relationship with the desert planet.

But that wasn't the most pressing matter, the approaching distress signal was. B-0 moved quickly, her metal mitten shaped hands flicking a switch, bringing a display up for the rest of the crew to see the distressed blip in space. What surprised B-0 was that the distress signal was getting closer, if the needy ship was still operational she would think it would move closer to the planet. The droid swiveled her head back, rotating on her neck 180 degrees, as she addressed Captain Varen with her wavery and jittery voice system.

"Awaiting...your command...Captain"

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

i will remember this. like a TellTale game. the little banner just appears over my head.

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

@He Who Walks Behind

Dungeons and (Krayt) Dragons, Star Wars: The Price of Freedom

hearing the thrum of the Trandoshan alone in the cockpit

@He Who Walks Behind

-cue B-0 crying in the distance how could wookie mom forget im there-