Post by Jason Garrett on Oct 3, 2015 22:23:16 GMT
Jason Garrett
Age: 35
Points:
665
Archetype: Soldier
Socialite Skills: 425
Horsemanship: 40
Firearm Accuracy: 40
Firearm Speed: 40
Unarmed Combat: 40
Melee Weapons: 50
Observation: 40
Will: 35
Stamina: 40
Strength: 40
Scouting: 40
Battle Command: 20
Other Skills: 240
Sneaking: 35 (70)
Survival: 35 (70)
Knowledge: Cheyenne 25 (50); Shoshoni 25 (50)
Raised funds: 30 (60)
Gun contest winnings: $5
Equipment:
Starting Cash: $110
30 bullets: $12
Tent(small): $5
Blankets: $5
Remington Model 1858 revolver: $80
Straight razor & Soap: $1.20
Cash on Hand:$9.80
Starting Posessions:
Horse (Clementine)
Bowie Knife
Background:
Jason was born the second eldest son to his father and mother, raised in Louisville, Kentucky. His father, Louis Garrett, one of the city's renowned physicians and members of one of the wealthy families in the city, did not want his children partaking in the idiocy of the Civil War. With that Jason along with his brother, Clayton were enrolled into Transylvania University to be more than warmongers. Soon after completing his degree, against his father's behest and fury, Clayton and enlisted as an Officer in the United States Army. Soon after his brother, Jackson followed.
Jason was put under the command of his brother, who was now a Calvary Officer. They fought together in many battles in the civil war. Once the war ended, they both were transferred to Fort Riley, Kansas to become members of the 7th Cavalry Regiment. For a time it was worth their service, both brothers earning honors for their bravery and command abilities while fighting in the beginnings of the American Indian Wars. Jackson took it upon himself to learn Cheyenne and Shoshoni, the languages of their so called foes. In the turn of the battles they fought against the "red savages", Jason's heart began to change as he could no longer stand the sights of dead children, burning bodies and the awful dismembering rituals done by his soldiers to the dead.
Jason lost Clayton in the battle of Washita, he was among the number of troops killed during the Cheyenne raids. He escaped with his brother's butchered body draped over his horse. His heart was heavy as he dug Clayton's grave, he realized that he no longer had the taste for war in his mouth and that his father may have been right all those long years ago. With the grave complete, Jackson left his saber jammed into the rock marker with his hat and jacket draped over the sword. "Here lay Major Clayton Garrett, my brother and best friend." Dusting himself off and knowing he could not return home, "Let them believe that I'm dead as well." Jason rode off into the wilderness of the west, no longer 1LT Jason Garrett but just a broken man.
For a while, Jackson took shelter with those he could converse with in the Cheyenne or Shoshoni tongue. Being mindful not to mention his status, Jason clung to the story of just being a man looking for someplace to call his own. Everywhere he traveled, he kept hearing about a little settled town called Jackson. Taking a breath, he smiled to himself, maybe he can finally make a home there.
Age: 35
Points:
665
Archetype: Soldier
Socialite Skills: 425
Horsemanship: 40
Firearm Accuracy: 40
Firearm Speed: 40
Unarmed Combat: 40
Melee Weapons: 50
Observation: 40
Will: 35
Stamina: 40
Strength: 40
Scouting: 40
Battle Command: 20
Other Skills: 240
Sneaking: 35 (70)
Survival: 35 (70)
Knowledge: Cheyenne 25 (50); Shoshoni 25 (50)
Raised funds: 30 (60)
Gun contest winnings: $5
Equipment:
Starting Cash: $110
30 bullets: $12
Tent(small): $5
Blankets: $5
Remington Model 1858 revolver: $80
Straight razor & Soap: $1.20
Cash on Hand:$9.80
Starting Posessions:
Horse (Clementine)
Bowie Knife
Background:
Jason was born the second eldest son to his father and mother, raised in Louisville, Kentucky. His father, Louis Garrett, one of the city's renowned physicians and members of one of the wealthy families in the city, did not want his children partaking in the idiocy of the Civil War. With that Jason along with his brother, Clayton were enrolled into Transylvania University to be more than warmongers. Soon after completing his degree, against his father's behest and fury, Clayton and enlisted as an Officer in the United States Army. Soon after his brother, Jackson followed.
Jason was put under the command of his brother, who was now a Calvary Officer. They fought together in many battles in the civil war. Once the war ended, they both were transferred to Fort Riley, Kansas to become members of the 7th Cavalry Regiment. For a time it was worth their service, both brothers earning honors for their bravery and command abilities while fighting in the beginnings of the American Indian Wars. Jackson took it upon himself to learn Cheyenne and Shoshoni, the languages of their so called foes. In the turn of the battles they fought against the "red savages", Jason's heart began to change as he could no longer stand the sights of dead children, burning bodies and the awful dismembering rituals done by his soldiers to the dead.
Jason lost Clayton in the battle of Washita, he was among the number of troops killed during the Cheyenne raids. He escaped with his brother's butchered body draped over his horse. His heart was heavy as he dug Clayton's grave, he realized that he no longer had the taste for war in his mouth and that his father may have been right all those long years ago. With the grave complete, Jackson left his saber jammed into the rock marker with his hat and jacket draped over the sword. "Here lay Major Clayton Garrett, my brother and best friend." Dusting himself off and knowing he could not return home, "Let them believe that I'm dead as well." Jason rode off into the wilderness of the west, no longer 1LT Jason Garrett but just a broken man.
For a while, Jackson took shelter with those he could converse with in the Cheyenne or Shoshoni tongue. Being mindful not to mention his status, Jason clung to the story of just being a man looking for someplace to call his own. Everywhere he traveled, he kept hearing about a little settled town called Jackson. Taking a breath, he smiled to himself, maybe he can finally make a home there.