| Full Name |
Lucas Bartlett |
| Classes/Levels |
toughness 5/6body/7head, parry 5 |
About Lucas Bartlett
Lucas Bartlett
Age: 38
Height: 6'1"
Parry - 5
Toughness - 5 (6 body) (7 head)
Grit - 0
Exp - 20 (seasoned)
Strength - d6
Agility - d6
Vigor - d6
Smarts - d6
Spirit - d8
Skills:
Shootin' - d6
Fightin' - d6
Stealth - d4
Intimidate - d8
Survival - d6
Knowledge (law) - d6
Notice - d4
Drive - d4
Tracking - d4
Persuasion - d4
Streetwise - d4
Repair - d6
Hindrances
Vow - Major
(bring law to the west)
Loyal - Minor
Stubborn - Minor
One-eye (veteran)
Edges
Veteran o' the Wasted West
Law Dog
Wheels
Equipment:
.38 snubnose (2d6), pump shotgun (1-3d6),
boiled leather shirt and pants, improvised
armor (helmet), 5 gal spook juice,
binoculars, machete (str + d6), backpack,
50' rope, 30x .38 shots, 21x shotgun
shells, 10x .50 shots, 3 milrats, bedroll,
canteen, handcuffs
Small Truck;
Swivel Mount - SA SAW (2d10)
Heavy Duty Shocks 4x
"Life is full of ironies sometimes..."
Standing astride his beat up S-10 pickup, Lucas cuts a rather unassuming silhouette. A rangy 6'1 and checking in at a slender 143 lbs, Lucas doesn't exactly inspire fear or admiration - but upon hearing him speak people get the sense that there is a drive and a spirit behind his sunken eye.
"I was always a comic book fan growing up. All of my grandfather's favorites: Spider-Man, the X-Men, the Avengers...but above all, Batman. He'd show me his old vid caps of those cheesy movies from the turn of the century and I'd eat 'em up."
"But, 'there's no room for super powers or costumed heroes in the real world,' they'd tell me. 'If you want to fight crime you can't just beat up bad guys on the streets. There's a judicial process and the police for bad guys now.' But, then the world went to s$~*. No one cares that I used to have business cards with 'esquire' after my name. The only thing that speaks to people these days is a loaded gun and the will to use it."
"That's the irony you see. I spent my childhood wanting to be the vigilante and save the world. Now I actually get to do it."
Lucas snaps his rifle up abruptly, takes a breath to aim at a car speeding towards his position, and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens at first, then the car starts to slow slightly. Then, the car drifts to a stop.
"Now, c'mon kid. The farm girl that creep kidnapped May still be alive in the trunk of that scrap heap. Lets go be heroes."
