Dead Gods Rising & Diesel Punk World at War
Obsolete gunslinger trying to make something of himself
Rosco Regner Human Level 3 Fast/ Level 1 Gunslinger Hero 3022
Occupation: World War I vet
Birthplace: Wyoming, USA. Born: October 15, 1900
Str: 12 (4)
Con: 16: (2)
Wis: 16 (+3).
Chr: 8 (-1)
Action Points: 19
Wealth Bonus: +3
Hit Points: 32 (d8 + 3) current 26
Defense: 20 (5 for class, 4 for dex, 1 for leather jacket)
Spencer .56 repeating rifle/ 1 damage/ Crit on 19-20/ small
+1 at point blank range
+1 to hit targets with cover; -5% to miss chance from concealment with longarms
Sleight of Hand= +12 (Bio bonus +1)
Move Silently= +11
Knowledge, tactics= +9
Jump (untrained)= +2 from synergy bonus with tumble)
Feats, Flaws, and Talents
Evasion (talent)* Reflex save made then no damage*
Opportunist (talent purchased with 2 CP’s)
Simple Weapon Prof (free)
Personal Firearm Prof. (Military occupation)
Two-Weapon FIghting (lv 2) -2 attack or -4 with double tap
Double Tap (lv 3 feat) 2 bullets at 1 target, -2 hit but extra die damage
Point Blank Shot (lv 1) +1 hit at 30 ft or closer
Precise shot (lv 1 human) Shoot into melee with no penalty
Track (purchased with 2 CP’s)
Armor Proficiency, Light
Increased Speed (level 3 talent)
Improved Increased speed (Fast Plus feat)
Uncanny Dodge 1 Keep dex modifier when flat-footed
Close Combat Shot (can attack with medium or small in melee with no AoO)
Opium Addiction (DC 15 to resist using; DC 18 if offered directly) DC 14 per hit
When used causes +1d8 hp and +2 alchemical Fort save bonus and fatigued condition (-2 strength and ex, cannot run or charge) for one hour). Afterwards, takes 1d4 constitution AND 1d4 wisdom damage, recoverable at one point each per day.
Quick Draw Holster
Backpack (into which travelling gear is crammed)
Handkerchief, overalls, loose shirt, holster belt with extra cylinder for revolver, wide-brimmed hat, and leather boots over wool sock. Duster coat
A few bits of dried venison
Rolling papers and tobacco pouch and matches
Map of Wyoming trails with French girl’s name and misspelled address on it.
Rope 150’ (in trunk)
Passport and travel papers
WW1 canteen (dented but serviceable)
2 quick loaders
1 Medallion (5 uses)
Born in Wyoming in 1900, Rosco was raised the youngest son on a horse ranch. After his mother died young, Rosco’s father became an alcoholic and the ranch couldn’t pay its debts to the bank. When the family lost the ranch in 1914, Rosco’s siblings had moved on and Rosco took odd jobs in Cheyenne. He gave up sending money to his father, who, in turn eventually rode the rails and vanished from Rosco’s life forever.
While in the town, Rosco began to learn about the events in the larger world: the zeppelin bombings of Great Yarmouth, the Second Battle of Ypres and the gas poisoning that often claimed more lives from the attackers than the defenders, failed bills for women’s suffrage, and even the first nude appearance of a woman in a mainstream silent film. In his mind, Rosco imagined the world to be a fascinating and welcoming place and he yearned to see it.
Still, Rosco’s first departure of Wyoming didn’t occur until Pancho Villa raided the border town Columbus, New Mexico during the Mexican rebellion. Lying about his age along with a couple other Cheyenne boys, Rosco joined the expeditionary force of 10,000 that was sent over the border in pursuit of this “lawless bandit” as a groom for the 10th Cavalry Regiment. After months of futile pursuit sand minor skirmishes in which Rosco was never involved, the young man decided he’d see better action as a fully-enlisted man.
The publication of the Zimmerman telegram occurred the day after ROsco completed his basic training. A couple months later in April, and Rosco heard the joyous news that the U.S. had declared war on Germany. And yet, after arriving, more delay…General Pershing, whose horse Rosco had cared for in the Mexican pursuit, refused to break up his American units to relieve individuals in the British or French forces. In fact, he refused to deploy most of his troops until the tanks were landed and ready to go, several weeks later. By this point, the outcome of the war was nearly a foregone conclusion and despite being one of the finest marksmen in his unit, Rosco walked the French countryside alongside a tank and spent many listless nights on watch duty hoping for a chance to take a shot at Fritz and be a hero.
By the winter of 1918, with the armistice signed, Rosco went home with no shot fired in combat. Wyoming’s population had more than doubled in size, but with under 200,000, Rosco still found it a cozy enough place to return. He had no luck convincing the bank to loan him money for a small ranch; while his father was forgotten, his unpaid legacy was not.
For the next decade, Rosco worked for Cedar Ridge Stables, which was a ranch focused on catering to tourists from Chicago, New York, and Detroit. Over the course of these ten years, Rosco would lead eager city-slickers to hunt deer and wildcats, entertain them with sleight of hand tricks with his quick draw abilities, and try, rather unsuccessfully, to woo the daughter of the man he worked for. When the ranch was eventually sold, Rosco was given ten dollars as a thank you and sent on his way.
Rosco followed the path his father paved when he was dismissed at the age of thirty. Penniless, and with little in the way of friends and family, Rosco eventually turned desperate and did odd job after odd job, never staying long in any one town in the west. Rosco finally killed his first man in a drunken squabble, though it was a kick to the man’s groin and not his marksmanship that did him in. This finally snapped Rosco out of his descent into drink, and from 1932-1936, Rosco lived primarily by hunting and selling skins and meat in a small town in Idaho.
As 1936 rolled on, and African American Jesse Owens won the 100 meter dash to a background of Swastikas, Rosco became re-interested in world affairs. While his days in the army were over, visits to the local Bijou Cinema rekindled an interest and desire to see the world and maybe meet someone he could settle down with. Finally that opportunity came in the form of William Davis, a dilitante from Chicago who used to come to the ranch to hunt. Once the ranch went under, William tracked down Rosco and invited him to travel to Africa for a big game safari hunt that ended up netting few animals and more smoking in the tents. When William became bored with Mosquitos and dust, he pulled Rosco along for a tour of European opium dens and high rollers who hoped to get Mr. Davis’ money for inverstment. During one particular night of opium indulgence in Copenhagen, inhibitions went down and Rosco and William had a fling (that Rosco has justified as drug-induced).
Awakening the next morning, Rosco panicked and took off towards the home of one man who’d spoken of an interest in American culture….Dr. Sorensen.