Tennesy Waya

Cherokee Scout and Charmer


Attributes: Agility D8, Smarts D6, Spirit D8, Strength D4, Vigor D6
Skills: Fighting D4, Guts D4, Healing D4, Intimidation D4, Lockpicking D4, Notice D6, Persuasion D4, Shooting D8, Stealth D6, Survival D4, and Tracking D4
Charisma: 2; Grit: 1; Pace: 6; Parry: 4; Toughness: 5
Hinderances: Bad Dreams, Intolerant(Minor, Mad Scientists), Vow(Minor, No Weird Weapons)
Edges: Attractive, Linguist

Shootin’ Irons: Lemat Pistol(12/24/48 2D6;5/10/20 3D6-1), Spencer Carbine(20/40/80 2D8)

Ammo: 50 .56 Rifle Rounds, 50 .40 Pistol Rounds

Clothes: 1 Set of Riding Clothes, 1 Nice Suit, Boots, Gun Belt and Holster

Gear: Rope 50 ft., Lantern w/ Matches, Bed Roll, Mess Kit, Saddle & Bags, Horse*, Lockpick (Hidden in soul of boots), Tomahawk(Str+D6),

Dinero: Not Much

Rank: Novice


Waya grew up on a farm in what would soon become the Coyote Confederation. His elder brothers served in the war on the side of the Confederacy. So when Waya came of age he too join the Grey cause. The pay was good and the uniform fit nicely which went well with his charms, at least the local ladies seemed to agree. Unfortunately, the Confederacy saw fit to transfer him to the middle of nowhere.

It was at the this remote facility that Waya got to see the Grey in a different light. He had to watch over these nut job scientists test their latest dangerous devices. While he didn’t like what he saw but did his duty none the less. But, the curtain fell when he escorted a group from the base to field test a new weapon. The “field test” involved laying waste to a homestead with the people still inside. Those voices that screamed from the house that night may never leave him. It was then he decided he was through with the Confederacy and those damned maddy’s. He didn’t know where it he could go to but anywhere was better than empty place in the desert.

Tennesy Waya

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