Expendable

Blackguards!

Mostly I was establishing that Cian has no idea of where she is or how long it's been. And she really, really needs a bath.

And a scrub brush.

A comb would be nice.

Are you upwind?

Blackguards!

Weapons, I'm sure, wound up in an armory or a storeroom. Or maybe they're in a pile in the Warden's office, a show of confidence. Or arrogance.

Under the scorching sun (Fantasy western)

There's no bigger skeptic than a forger. So he's going to ask the question up front, before the excitement begins. And I'm sure the emperor bought notebooks by the crateful, so you can have a lot of really old notebooks running around, each owner convinced theirs is the real thing.

Under the scorching sun (Fantasy western)

"How do you know that's genuine?" Jake asked quietly. "Bit of a cottage industry is that, makin' emperor diaries."

The half-elf stared into his beer, disliking the feel of so many eyes on him. "A diary what tells you where ta start lookin' for treasure? Pure sucker-bait, them. That's the problem when you know what they all look like. Easy ta copy. Easy ta age. Besides, how many did he have tucked away, waitin' for his honor ta pick one up? It might be someone's pension there, sellin' a few here and there. All genuine notebooks, just somebody else's writin' inside."

He risked it, giving Katelyn a quick glance. "And it might be a mite cold, but you're not gonna get a lot of angry customers iffen they're all lost in a bleedin' desert. Before anyone goes 'n' risk their life, you oughta be sure. So, where did you get it? Why does it look so nice?"

Under the scorching sun (Fantasy western)

Jake

Jake

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Elfir Jacob Horne
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤:Jake, The Medicine Man
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 29
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Half-elf (half-human)
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Doctor, Handyman, Antiques, Divvy
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Chaotic Good

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 5' 7" (67 inches)
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Wiry
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Gray, like two silver coins.
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Black, although in bright sunlight one can see a blue sheen
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Tanned
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Birthmark on their back, small splotches that collectively looks like a dragon in a s-curve, many assume it's a tattoo because of the details.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖:

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Soft spoken * keeps his back to the wall * Pessimist * Honor before reason * can build or put together just about anything * Scruffy

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Single
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:
As the fatherless half-human child of a lady of the evening, Jake's been looked down at for much of his life by all the "decent people." He pays them little mind, usually, so it doesn't interrupt his sleep for taking them for a small ride with a pretty picture or a lovely 'antique' that's only a month old, still smiling that same small smile.

That being said, he has a fondness for the ones like himself on the other side of the street, trying to scratch out a living by any means they can.

But the one true light in his life are the genuine artifacts, the true antiques. A rare bit of honesty in a world full of pain and lies.

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Slouches
• Avoids eye contact (bordello clients don't like to be stared at)

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Woodcarving
• Painting
• Reading

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Flying (it's not the fall that kills you, it's the ground)
• Open, high places (see Flying)
• Brutes

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Antiques
• Eating
• Freedom
• Organization
• Warmth
• Animals and small children

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Damaging antiques
• Starving
• Confinement
• Mess or clutter
• Extreme Cold
• Animal Cruelty

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Carpentry
• Furniture restoration
• History (Antiques)
• Rigging (knots, splices, block & tackle)II
• Animal Handling II
• Lock Picking (found in The Devil's Journal and The Bullet Catcher's Daughter)
• Painting (Portrait & landscapes)

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

Psychic Healing II

Can heal by touch by imagining the injury and reversing it in their mind.
- A minor to moderate injury or defect will tire them out, requiring at least 4-5 hours of sleep to recover.
- A major injury or defect can exhaust them to the point of unconsciousness, lasting up to eight hours.

Psychometry I

Identify an antique (but not why) within the same room (10-15'), know the history of an object by touch, especially if marred by some violent event.
- a dinner plate made a month before and put in a shop window last week has almost no perceptible history
- a knife made a month ago and used to repeatedly stab someone has a perceptible history.
- a table made over a century before by children sanding each piece smooth until their fingers bled has a very perceptible history.

Medicine II

- Knowledge and trained in the medical arts of the 19th century

Herbalism II

- Knowledge and trained in the medical use of plants.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Daisy, cart horse
• Delivery cart with harness
• Medical kit
• Apothecary chest
• Tool chest (with block and tackle)
• Bed roll with two changes of clothes, jacket, gloves.
• The Devil's Journal of Andre Robertson's travels
• The Bullet Catcher's Daughter - manual of stage magic, illusion, lock picking, fakery, chemistry formulas (fireworks, gun powder, small explosives, smoke bombs, fireproofing).
• A week's supplies for Jake and Daisy
• A library box with an assortment of books, including medicine, dentistry, black smithing, history, carpentry, an atlas, seamanship, furniture, a mail-order catalog, and some penny dreadfuls.
• Knife
• Shotgun with cartridges
• money hidden in the linking of the medical kit and in secret compartments of the chests and wagon.
• Lock picks hidden in the seams of his clothes.

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:

Summary

Elfir Jacob Horne is the bastard child of Fannie Horne, a scarlet woman at the Rotwater's Desert Flower Saloon and Bordello, renowned for her adventurous pursuit of pleasure. He was three when he made friends with the neighboring shopkeeper's daughter, Daisy - although her family never approved of him. It irked him that many of the children grew faster than he did, even Daisy, but Doc Rose assured him and Fannie this was normal. Besides his size, the kids would pick on him for not knowing more than a few words of Elvish, so he made up his own version.

Following a fight in the gambling parlor, Dusty Pete the bartender snagged one of Jake's pointed ears and told him to grab a bucket of water and a scrub brush to clean up after a dead patron whose draw wasn't as fast as the other guy's. Under the table, he found a journal belonging to "Andre 'The Devil' Robertson," full of illustrations and strange tales of lost cities, maps, hidden knowledge, strange rites and odder creatures. There was also a tarot card of a grinning devil with a cane, wearing a black tailcoat, top hat and a monocle in between the pages. Since he was deceased, Jake kept the journal and would read it regularly with a weird fascination.

He was twelve when a visiting fortune teller offered to tell him his future in exchange for a silver, which he slipped over. The strangely-dressed woman took his hands, her eyes rolled back in her head, and in a weird sing-song voice told him he had very special gifts that would serve him well. He would become a doctor, she said, then frowned, warning him that he would not see success as one for many years, and would need to take up a different trade for a while, spending some time on the road. After scolding the fortune teller, Fannie made an arrangement with Doc Rose for him to take Jake on as his apprentice. And Jake did have the healing touch, although it left him exausted. However, patients were reluctant to see him even in mundane matters, preferring the experienced Doc Rose than this "young kid." The fortune teller was right.

Following a shoot out in the Desert Rose that killed his mother Fannie, Jake took off, leaving Rotwater behind. He eventually found a job in Rich Springs, in a second-hand furniture store, restoring old furniture and even pictures for resale. Edward Day quickly noticed Jake had a knack, able to tell the genuine apart from the fakes - even if he didn't know why. Edward sought to improve Jake's knowledge of furniture and antiques so he'd have something other than a feeling. Word of Jake's gift reached the leader of a burglary gang, who needed an appraiser. He agreed to help them after they threatened to go after Edward if he didn't. It took a while, but he discovered the actual head of the gang was the mayor of Rich Springs, Jordan Russell, or "the Reverend" as he was affectionately known. Some of the stolen items wound up in the store, where they were discovered. When Edward was threatened, Jake told them about the mayor's gang, and a riot soon followed.

Edward told Jake to grab his few things while he hitched Penny the mare to the store's delivery cart, and told him to get out of town quickly before the gang came looking for him. Since then, Jake's been making a living in the cart as a tinker, handyman, sometimes doctor, traveling from place to place, not without a few brushes with the law.

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖:

• I never hit a man when someone can do it better.
• A great fake must be better than the original.
• When you see somebody hit their thumb with a hammer, do not offer any advice on how to hammer nails! Simply walk away without saying anything!
• Eréhâ isën udmën niën oúrŷth ŷeéth! (Here is mud in your eye)

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖:

Bittersweet Symphony

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

Strangers

Under the scorching sun (Fantasy western)

@Milkman

I'd added a bit to the personality, hope that fits into your world.
roleplayerguild.com/posts/5476481

Blackguards!

Brownie points are in the mail--expect them in 5-10 business days!

@Blayr17

Ah, thank you. Some day I may have enough points for a nice brownie with walnuts.

Blackguards!

@Red Wizard Ah, I feel kinda silly for asking this but I'm still learning the formatting of rpguild. Do I just copy/paste my sheet as a new post in the Character tab? Or do I do something else?

Working on my intro now!

@Blayr17

1. On the post with your character sheet, click the edit button.
2. Select your formatted character sheet text.
3. Copy your text.
4. At the top (you can use the arrow at the right), click on the Characters tab.
5. Click New reply, and paste in your character sheet in the compose message window.
6. Press Post Reply.
7. Come back in a half-hour and re-read your sheet so you can find any spelling or grammar mistakes you may have posted.
8. Send five (5) brownie points to Expendable, c/o this roleplay.
Note: if you encounter badgers in pinstripe suits, tell them to talk to Penny about pizza.

Dwarves!

There should be more quaffing of beer. (i.e. spilling most of it while trying to drink it). Ah, tradition.

Under the scorching sun (Fantasy western)

@Milkman I've explained it further, I've also reduced his medical knowledge to journeyman status. Mostly he needs practice, which looking like a kid isn't going to help him with despite his age.