- STR: 16
- INT: 13
- WIS: 10
- CON: 14
- DEX: 16
- CHA: 8
- COM: 14
- Hit Points: 28
- Wealth: 5 gold, plus credit through her father
- AC: 10 (8 w/dex)
| Age: 19 |  |
| Class: 3rd level Ranger | |
| Alignment: Chaotic Feminist | |
Description: A freckled strawberry blonde with charcoal stains on her dress, a
powder horn, and a grey cloak that does a poor job of concealing a small collection of
pistols and crossbows. | Secondary Skills: firearms, demolitions, black powder | |
Equipment: matches, tinderbox, fuses, powderhorn, paper wadding, musket balls, crossbow quarrels, oil, rags
Keys: Access to the Guild Halls
Character History: You're probably the least marriageable girl in all of Valkynburg, not that you really care. Your father is Herr Kersnter, the best firearms maker in the city (updating the old family trade of crossbows for noblemen) and you know everything there is to know about grinding powder, making bombs and all the rest.
There's an unfortunate bit of old Valkynburg law regarding ladies baring any blade
longer than an eating knife, and while you can carry surprisingly big table knives (It's
to carve the roast! Really!), there's really no future for a lady sword-fighter.
Crossbows, on the other hand, have been used by noblewomen for hunting for
centuries, and as such, it's perfectly appropriate for you to carry them for deliveries and
to provide demonstrations. (Never run out of your father's business cards).
Firearms really don't have much legal precedent, but after getting into an argument
with a stupid yahoo at the Coffee Gardens about whether or not women could be any
good with weapons, he said he'd challenge you to a duel if you weren't a girl. You
didn't care. He did. So you came back in drag, challenged him for impugning a lady's
honor, then happily blew the fool's head off behind the university.
Unfortunately for you, the Suzereigna was looking for someone to arrest to stop the
new fad of pistol dueling. Fortunately, your father's lawyer was able to plead self
defense, since you're a helpless woman. (Yeah, right.) It's a nasty mess, but at least the
Suzereigna is sympathetic to your plight. She's also given you an ultimatum: You've
got one month to prove that not only are firearms a service to the Crown, but also that
women with firearms are also A GOOD THING. If you do, you get your pardon
and a large order for the shop. Fail, you get sent to a convent and your father gets
fined out the wazoo.
On a personal note, you think that Parsival is a stupid oaf, and a big target too, but his
skinny little friend Maxie is kind of cute, plus has a killer's instinct if he'd just figure it
out. You know him since your father's shop is near the university, and you've seen
him at the Coffee Gardens many times. Walter the guard is a religious fruitcake, who
thinks women need protecting. Even if he is a fairly good shot.
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