Cora Line

Name: Cora Line
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5'8
Weight: 125lbs
Age: 15
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Caucasion
Personality: Tries to be friendly and willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt that they're some kind of decent person. She's easy to get to know and up front with her opinions.
Weakness: Women and Children put in danger
Weapons: Dual revolvers
Armor: N/A
Items: Pocket Watch, Sheriff's badge
Skills:
Weapons Specialist - Gun: +1 CS to Fighting or Agility.
Weaponsmith - Firearms: Skilled with the creation of weapons. +1 CS to reasoning.
Leadership - Expert at leading groups of people into situations. Can in certain situations apply a +1CS to others in a skill he or she has for a limited time.

Languages: Common,

Description and/or Picture:


Stats:
Fighting: Good
Agility: Remarkable
Strength: Typical
Endurance: Excellent

Reasoning: Good
Intuition: Excellent
Psyche: Excellent

Hit Points: 66
Stamina Points: 58
Mana: 50

Running Speed:
Swimming Speed:

Spells / Special Abilities:

Heartseeker Lvl 1
Cost: 5 SP
Uses: Passive ability
Description: Whenever you fire an arrow at an opponent, if the attack is a critical hit, OR the corresponding defense roll is a botch, the attack is an automatic KO.




Biography:

Cora grew up in the ol' western town of Dautrey, Texas. It wasn't a large town. A population of only a hundred or so, most of the founding members of the town leaving when the gold ran out of the nearby basin. When her mother was still pregnant with her, her parents were making their way west to start anew in the world and, when Cora was born, they happened to be in Dautrey where they decided to settle.

Her father was a charming man and a decent shot with a pistol, so was elected Sheriff. He had a penchant for justice and fairness, so it was a good fit. Not to mention the local Native Americans had been driven further west and south. The only few that were still around had been 'localized' as she heard and were mostly traders with skins and 'living off the land' lessons. Being the Sheriff's daughter had some perks and, while most young girls were learning how to cook, clean, and child rear, she had taken up an apprenticeship with the gunsmith in town, measuring and testing firearms for accuracy and cleaning them for sale.

But fate, as it so often does, reared its ugly head eventually. All in the last year her mother had fallen ill and passed before a group of cowboys bulled through town and started trouble which resulted in her father being shot. Surviving the initial encounter, the wound had gotten terribly infected and he died of his wounds. She mourned for as long as she could, life in the West was rough for everyone and sometimes these things just happened.

Several years went by, learning how to create firearms, learning how to construct bullets and then learning how to aim before the man that had taken over as Sheriff after her father's passing set his badge down and moved on further west in search of gold. She had been in Dautrey for her whole life and the town had watched her grow up into a fine young woman. Knowing it wouldn't be easy, but being confident in herself, she opted to take up the badge and no one seemed to mind.