| Full Name |
Josiah Graves |
| Race |
Human (Cygnaran) Skilled Aristocrat/Pistolier |
| Gender |
Male |
About Josiah Graves
Human (Cygnaran) Skilled Aristocrat/Pistolier
170 lbs, 5'8", Black Hair, Grey Eyes
PHY 5 SPD 7 STR 4
AGI 4 PRW 4 POI 5
INT 3 ARC * PER 4
DEF - 14
INIT - 15
ARM - 11
WIL - 8
Command Range - 4
Skills
Hand Weapon (Prowess) 1
Pistol (Poise) 2
Command (Social) 1
Detection (Perception) 1
Intimidation (Social) 1
Etiquette (Social) 1
Sneak (Agility) 1
Animal Handling, Climbing, Detection, Driving, Gambling,
Intimidation, Jumping, Lore, Riding, and Swimming
Abilities
Exceptional Potential: +1 AGL
A Skilled character gains an additional attack during his Activation Phase if he chooses to attack that turn.
Skilled Feat: Preternatural Awareness – boosted Initiative rolls. Additionally, no strike bonuses against this character.
Connections (nobility)
Fast Draw - +2 init rolls, add quick action to draw weapon
Good Breeding - Reroll failed etiquette
Gunfighter - Can use pistols in melee without penalty
Language (Llaaelese)
Privilege
Return Fire
Feat Points:
Damage Spiral
ammo bandolier
hand cannon (with ammunition for ten shots)
traveling clothes, utensils for
eating, a canteen or water skin, ammo pouches, coin purses,
and a pack
250gc starting
10gc left
Second Hand Cannon 100
25 more heavy rounds 15 (3gc per 5 HC rounds)
Custom Battle Armour 60
Pocket Watch 25
Gun Brace 15
Great Coat 25
Josiah Graves is a minor scion of an old noble house in Cygnar. As a younger man, he realised his talent for pistol dueling and flaunted it. He won many duels but made many enemies and brought headaches upon his house. Therefore, it was suggested that he take up a term of military service in a far-flung duchy, though behind the front lines.
As it turned out, Josiah was the right man for the job. He helped investigate a series of ritualistic killings in the town he was stationed in. When the infernalist cult responsible tried to rampage and destroy the town, Josiah held his ground with iron in hand and sent several to meet their masters personally. He served out the remainder of his term of service, and is now at a loose end.
Josiah has his name, his wits, and his irons to keep him safe. His eyes are those of a man who has seen too much. In appearance, he carries much from his high-born life and more recent experiences. He is an average sized man but agile. His armour is custom-fitted and is covered by a fine greatcoat of good make and his top-hat. His hand cannons are holstered in his gun brace. His face is bearded with no moustache. To a very observant onlooker his thin smile hides much.
