[hider=Lucky] [CENTER][h1][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEyOC5hMTc0MDAuVEhWamEzay4w/old-town.regular.webp[/img][/h1][/CENTER] [i]"I shouldn't be alive right now, but I am. That's why my name's Lucky."[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/tpTWFgz0/fd36cc9ff1afa30de83767b434777d58.jpg[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [sub] Bartholomew "Lucky" Winch He/Him [b]|[/b] 27 [b]|[/b] Tabaxi [b]|[/b] Grey Tabby [b]|[/b] 73 Inches [b]|[/b] 130 lbs [b]|[/b] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Ashamed [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub] [i]"Don't worry yer pretty little head off, I'm no stranger to roughin' it "[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub] [b][color=a36209][Feline Agility] ⫻[/color][/b] As a Tabaxi, Lucky is incredibly quick and nimble by nature. He's a born master at running, jumping, and climbing. This pairs well with The Focus to make him quite talented at evasive maneuvering. [b][color=a36209][Gunsmith] ⫻[/color][/b] All gunfighters in the Winch Clan were taught how to construct, repair, and maintain firearms and ammunition, so Lucky has plenty of hands-on experience with Tinker's Tools [b][color=a36209][Frontiersman] ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky's no ranger, but a life of living in a harsh desert has given him the skills and know-how to generally live off the land and survive in the wilderness (Provided he has access to all his tools, that is).[/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][sub][b] [color=a36209]Appearance[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Well, shave my tail & call it a sausage!"[/i] [indent]Lucky is a man who exudes a certain intensity to him. His bright yellow eyes stare daggers at everyone he encounters in a way that intimidates some and compels others to threaten him. His face seems to have a permanent frown etched on it, as if he's carrying some great pain. His dark grey fur is lined with a black tabby pattern, and it's often wildly unkempt. At 6'1 and 130 lbs, Lucky is a slim, gangly fellow, but you'd never tell that from looking at him. He typically wears a large poncho or long coat over a set of leather armor. This makes him look far bulkier than he actually is, which makes his agility surprising to opponents. He is never seen without his signature wide-brimmed hat and strange leather boots, remnants of his life in the Old Frontier. A red bandage is wrapped around his tail, covering up a hairless patch of scar tissue that's an unpleasant reminder of his past. Rude, brash and outspoken, he speaks in a booming voice in a dialect that many residents of Greyharrow find unintelligible. Using seemingly nonsensical slang, similes and metaphors from his homeland.[/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] [color=a36209]Psychology[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I don't cotton to ya. None of y'all. But we're all folks here, so I reckon we outta stick together."[/i] [INDENT][b][color=a36209]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky's main goal in life is to live by the Winch family motto: Help folks wherever danger or oppression can be found. He feels tremendous guilt for welding a power he believes has no right to possess, and using it for the betterment of others brings him some inner peace [b][color=a36209]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/color][/b] We live in a cruel, uncaring, and unforgiving world. Suffering is rampant and even the most powerful and well meaning Gods are unable to stop even a fraction of it. The only way for things to ever get better is for us to band together and help each other to the best of our ability. In a cruel world, you can't do it alone. [b][color=a36209]SECRETS ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky is very secretive about his past as a bandit, as he's still rather ashamed of himself for it. The only one who knows that he once was one is Gulda, and even she doesn't know any details [b][color=a36209]SEXUALITY ⫻[/color][/b] Bisexual. He gave up on love a long time ago (although the right person might change his mind), but when trying to get laid, he seeks both men and women. [b][color=a36209]FEARS ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky fears himself more than anything else. He no longer trusts himself & believes that every good deed he does is in spite of his nature as a horrible person. He is incredibly distant, crass, and impolite to everybody because he's scared of letting people get to close to him. However, he always sticks up for someone who's being picked on, because he also fears complicity by being a bystander. [b][color=a36209]WHAT BROUGHT THEM TO GREYHARROW ⫻[/color] [/b] Lucky came to help as many people survive the harsh conditions of Greyharrow, as he knew it's an area with a lot of people in need. The absence of many firearms certainly helped the decision. [b][color=a36209]WHAT DO OTHERS IN TOWN THINK OF THEM ⫻[/color] [/b] Most people generally try to avoid Lucky and only know him as "That crazy drunk mercenary who talks weird and always fights with Gulda". Their late night drunken brawls always draw a crowd and some residents have made a small fortune taking bets on the outcome. Despite these brawls, they're always drinking together the following night. Usually Gulda is in fact the [i]only[/i] person who drinks with Lucky at the tavern. However, the few who have hired his services, or seen him stomping out a would-be mugger or rapist on one of his drunken stumbles back to his hut know that underneath his rude exterior is a core of genuine warmth and compassion. [b][color=a36209]EQUIPMENT ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky typically wears a set of leather armor underneath a coat or poncho, and fights with a cheap shortsword. He travels with an explorer's pack, a set of Tinker's tools, his hat, his boots, a 6-shot revolver and a repeating rifle, both with the barrels removed. These guns act as reminders of his past, and he refuses to repair them, as he no longer sees himself worthy of using a gun again. [b][color=a36209]FLAWS ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky is a heavy drinker and an even heavier smoker. His vices have a powerful grip on him, and every moment not spent drinking is usually spent smoking, rolling cigarettes, or craving a cigarette. He is also incredibly quick to anger at any situation he deems to be cruel, unfair, or not right, and if not physically held back, he will always try to intervene, even when doing so would be unwise. He also has incredibly low self-esteem from his inner guilt, and will lash out aggressively at even the slightest insult or rude remark. [/INDENT] [sub][b] [color=a36209]Backstory[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"How did I end up here? Trust me, ya don't wanna know."[/i] [indent]Lucky hails from a far away land that he refuses to speak the name of, only referring to it as "The Old Frontier". It was a harsh, desert environment of small, interconnected towns. Born Bartholomew Winch, he belonged to the venerated Winch Clan, a large nomadic family of Tabaxi gunfighters known for helping whoever they came across, living by the motto of "Helpin' folks wherever danger or oppression can be found. Lucky was a natural born sharpshooter and many thought he was destined to be the next head of the clan. However, he constantly butted heads with Clan elders, wanting them to be more confrontational in resisting the bankers and businessmen who made life hell for the average farmers and ranchers. Then, in his teenage years, he met a bandit named Rain, and it was love at first sight. They ran away together and started a gang, pulling of small-scale jobs against caravans owned by the rich and powerful. Life was perfect. He got to use his skills more freely than he was when he had to take orders from the Winch elders, he was still taking on the oppressors of the poor, and he got to do it all with the love of his life. Then one day, he made the mistake of robbing the caravan of a banker with a previous grudge against the Winches. Furious, he gathered the largest posse the Frontier had ever seen to hunt down Bartholomew's gang, and when they did, it was a massacre. Lucky was the only survivor, and the last thing he saw before capture was his beloved dying from a gunshot in his arms, unable to do anything to save them. In jail, Lucky was devastated. He realized how selfish he was being. How little he actually cared about resisting those rich bastards. He was in it for the thrill, the fun. It spit in the face of everything the Winch Clan stood for, and he couldn't me more ashamed. The life he threw everything away for was gone in violent fashion, what was he going to do now? Eventually, he decided on an answer: Atone. With a newfound vigor for life, he took a new name, escaped and headed west, eventually finding himself in Faerun. [/indent] [sup][b] Other[/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i](slurred) "BRING IT THE FUCK ON! I'LL CLAW YA FUCKIN' EYES OUT, YA BIG GREEN VARMINT!"[/i] [indent]Anyyyything else?[/INDENT] [sub][b][color=a36209]Fighter[/color][/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Ma always told me The Focus is a power for killin', and that killin' ain't some'n done lightly"[/i] [indent][b][color=a36209]TYPE ⫻[/color][/b] Fighter (Gunslinger) [b][color=a36209]FIGHTING STYLE ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky relies on a power known as "The Focus". Nobody knows what it is or where it came from. But the Winch Clan has been using it to forge their legacy as formidable gunslingers for generations. When The Focus is activated, a Winch's eyes appear "glazed over like a dead fish" and their breathing is slow and methodical. The Focus can be applied passively or one can center their concentration on something specific to pull off trick shots. [list] [*] [u][i][b][color=a36209]Passive Application: Evasive Technique[/color][/b][/i][/u] is the easiest and simplest application. When The Focus is active, and Lucky is not centering his concentration, he is slightly more attune to his surroundings, making it easier to predict enemy movements and take proper evasive maneuvers, which pairs incredibly well with his natural agility. [*] [u][i][b][color=a36209]Active Application: Deadeye Shot Technique[/color][/b][/i][/u] is the Winch Clan's signature ability. When The Focus is active and lucky is centering his concentration on a target, he can use The Focus to boost his accuracy and make seemingly impossible shots. [*] [u][i][b][color=a36209]Active Application: Forceful Shot Technique[/color][/b][/i][/u] requires Lucky to center his concentration on his hand's grip on the gun handle while The Focus is active, this increases the concussive force of the bullet, blowing a medium sized creature 15 feet away with a single shot. [/list] [b][color=a36209]CURRENT WEAPONS ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky has a 6-shot revolver and a repeating rifle from his life as a Winch gunfighter, but he has removed the barrels out of shame. Without it, he typically fights with a cheap swortsword and an even cheaper buckler. [b][color=a36209]TRAINING ⫻[/color][/b] Lucky has been shooting guns ever since he was old enough to hold one, so he's an expert sharpshooter. These skills don't translate as well to bows or crossbows, so he chooses not to use them. Winch fighters are also given rudimentary sword & buckler training, but it pales in comparison to a melee specialist. [b][color=a36209]LIMITS ⫻[/color][/b] As an ability primarily designed for gunfights, The Focus provides no offensive benefit in melee combat, and using it to dodge melee attacks is far more tiring than using it to dodge projectiles. The Focus also takes an incredible amount of energy to use, and long term passive application will leave Lucky exhausted. Lucky is also not very durable, and a small buckler is obviously not the best defensive weapon. Even when armed with a gun, Lucky is very much a glass cannon. [b][color=a36209]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/color][/b] When Lucky activates The Focus, his perception narrows. He sees exactly what he intends to see, and everything else becomes secondary. Thus, Lucky will struggle when dealing with state enemies who will flank and envelop him. As well, when The Focus is active Lucky will find himself more susceptible to things that disrupt the physical aspects of the skill. A sudden, blinding light may hit Lucky twice as hard when be is in this state and concussive rounds or explosions could disrupt the slow, methodical breathing rhythm and push him out of this state. [/INDENT] [/hider]