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[color=FFB90F][b]N[/b]ame:[/color] Maeve Devlin

[color=FFB90F][b]A[/b]ge:[/color] 17 

[color=FFB90F][b]N[/b]ationality:[/color] Irish

[color=FFB90F][b]P[/b]rofession:[/color] Opportunist, most often working in a saloon

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[color=FFB90F][b]C[/b]ombat Skills:[/color][indent]Basic shooting - Knife fighting - Throwing knives - Scrapper/dirty fighter - Evasive maneuvers[/indent]
[color=FFB90F][b]G[/b]eneral Skills:[/color][indent]Horseback riding - Pick pocket - Lock picking - Poker - Bartending - Alcohol tolerance - Lying & telling when others are - Moral flexibility - Generally devious[/indent]
[color=FFB90F][b]L[/b]anguages:[/color][indent]English - Gaelic[/indent]
[color=FFB90F][b]W[/b]eapons:[/color][indent]Martini-Henry Rifle - Throwing knives - 1880 Bowie knife[/indent]
[color=FFB90F][b]P[/b]ossessions:[/color][indent]Clothes - Ammo - Flask - Tobacco - Moderate money stash - Dapple quarter horse - Friends in low places[/indent]


[color=FFB90F][b]P[/b]ersonality:[/color][indent]She wasn’t raised in a community that valued fair play or fair fights. The girl can take a punch. She’s learned to work with what she’s got and adapt to survive. Even at a young age she became a manipulator; using others almost instinctively. Sleight of hand and quick with her tongue. Lies fell from her lips without notice while her true self was locked away.

She has extremely good control over her emotions, mind and body. She can act with a clear head even in extreme pain or chaos. She pushes her emotions down and centers her energy on a goal, scheming with patience.

But with all that said, she’s outwardly very sweet. She seems a little ditzy even. Acting 101: Damsel in distress. She has the giggle and blush down, but getting on her bad side would be a mistake. She’ll slit your throat while you sleep without thinking twice and then cry at your funeral with no one the wiser. In such a cruel world, who suspects the young helpless girl?[/indent]
[color=FFB90F][b]H[/b]istory:[/color][indent]Her family came to America in 1874, landing and staying in New York. Her father was a miserable drunk since mom got sick, as long as she could remember. After her mother passed her father got worse. With the help of her brother she put him out of his misery. The problem with killing their last parent was that soon they were homeless. She became tough. 

On the streets they survived any way they could. It was during this time that she met James. His family favored illicit activity and used the swelling numbers of homeless youth as their personal army. They taught her to be tougher. She learned to keep her ears open. Secrets were a valuable commodity, but they alone didn’t keep her fed though so she also picked up a variety of other tricks.

One of these such tricks got her hauled in by the police, who decided to sentence her to one of the correctional orphan asylums. At first she thought it would be a nice reprieve from the street; but she was surrounded by the dregs of society. She became tougher still.

When she was fourteen James offered to marry her so she would be released to his custody. The first time he hit her was seven months later. She became tougher. She drank and smoked and prayed for infertility once James decided to consummate.

James was a monster; she had to believe that. She shot him in the chest for their second wedding anniversary. She used his rifle, the same one she carries today. She cleaned out the safe and took any easy to trade valuables and headed out of town. Her husband was a monster, but then again, so was she.[/indent]
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