Deadlands: The Long Road
Richard Reynolds - Deceased
Gun Fighter? Writer? Romancer of ladies? Space Cowboy? Yes.
Name: Richard Reynolds
Date of Birth: June 12, 1858
XP: 27 Not converted: 4
Knowledge: Occult D8
Heavy Sleeper (Minor)
Over Confident (Major)
Veteran O’ Wierd West (Ugly)
WEAPON: Colt Peacemaker, 12/24/48, 2d6+1 AP1 ROF1 Load6
Gear: Duster, Fedora, Backpack, Canteen, Horse
My worst nightmare:
A random chinaman comes into finals of poker, accuses me of giving wrong directions and exposes me cheating, expecting compensation for his good deed by rescuing some noble woman and finding huge treasure.
Raised as an orphan as a cardshark and duelist, Richard fancies himself quite the ladies man and quickdraw artist and is attempting to write a book about his travels when he met up with what seems to be a magician who is equally talented at poker.
After a terrifying ordeal with a little ghost in a school house, Richard soon developed a strong phobia of schoolhouses. So much so that after buying a crate of dynomite to blow up the locally haunted schoolhouse, fate decreed that he went out in a flaming blaze of glory that was felt around town, and at least a mile outside of it. Leaving behind a giant crater in the ground, and killing several previously hurt townsfolk in the blast, Richard will best be remembered by his final last words, “…HAHAHA! Did you see that?! That was awesome…”