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Name: Sister Rosette Christopher
Race: Human
Traits
Agility: D8
Smarts: D6
Spirit: D10
Strength: D4 (0)
Vigor: D4 (0)
Skills
Faith d10
Shooting d8
Notice d6
Stealth d6
Riding d6
Healing d6
Guts d8
Derived Statistics
Pace: 6"
Parry: 2
Charisma: 0
Toughness: 4
Grit: 1
Hinderances
Loyal
Stubborn
Addict
Edges
Conviction - +2 to all Faith rolls
Arcane Background: Miracles
Healer +2 Healing
Worst Nightmare
Her worst nightmares are when the people she sets out to help save are consumed by evil and fall out of her reach.
Description
Age: 32
Average Height & Build
Dirty Blonde hair, sun-weathered skin
Wears a Stetson hat and a duster over a plain black cotton dress. She also wears dirty cowboy boots.
Long string of Rosary beads around her neck that dangle almost to her waist, a silver cross, a pendant of the mother mary, and a few other charms of patron saints also on the chain.
Around her waist is are two pistol belts, one for each side. She also has a rifle sling across her back.
Her face is weathered, and a little wrinkled around the eyes and mouth, like one who spends a lot of time squinting in the sun. Her lips are usually drawn taut and thin. She’s not ugly, just average, but definitely toughened.
Background
Rosette originally belonged to a convent/orphanage in Reno, Nevada - an ancient building of faith of Spanish origin with Matrons that were as old as the masonry itself. She was left at the orphanage around the age of eight, and told only of her first name, “Rosette”. The nuns gave her the last name of “Christopher” after the patron saint of Travel and Travelers, which was common practice when taking in un-named children.
She can’t speak much about her life before the convent - it is an unexplainable blur of events during her sleeping hours and not much else. Some of the dreams are sweet, others are harrowing and unspeakable. She has no knowledge of who her parents were. She recalled a fair haired younger girl that often visits her dreams. She thinks it may have been a sister or a dear friend.
Around the age of 22, now a fully ordained Sister of the Catholic Church, she set off for the midwest after a disturbing dream worse than any other she saw before. In it she saw a vision of the young ‘sister’, with burning red eyes holding a fan of flaming cards, towering over a pile of corpses on fire. The dream compelled her to travel in the direction of Utah, and so she took the little money she possessed and took the Watach Rail northeast to... somewhere.
10 years on the rough and rugged desert trail has taken it’s toll on Rosette, for better and worse. Her Faith evolved into what she calls “practical for western livin’’- and will put the fear of God in a wayward feller by prayer or gun, whichever gets the message there quickest. The desert wilds are not for the faint hearted. The soft old nuns from Reno would never, could never, reach these folks with their black and white ways of the Word and their wagging fingers. No, sometimes to protect the innocent and convert the wicked are a few rounds from a trusty Peacemaker.
Eventually she ended up at an old mining town called Silver Pine, where she finally found the strange girl from her haunting dreams. There was no mistake, she watched this face dance through her dreams for years. But what was she to do now that she found her?