Pádraig O'Farniture

Irish and stays out all night

Description:
Attributes Skills Derived Stats
Agility: d8
Smarts: d8
Spirit: d8
Strength: d6
Vigor: d8
Faith: d10
Fight: d8
Gamble: d6
Notice: d6
Streetwise: d6
Guts: d4
Persuade: d4
Shoot: d4
Taunt: d4
Charisma: +2
Grit: +1
Pace: 6"
Parry: 6
Toughness: 6
Hinderances
  • Quirk [Minor]: Speaks in Irish accent
  • Wanted [Minor]: By Sheriff Alistair “Al” Sullivan of Butte, Montana ($300 bounty)
  • Vengeful [Major]: Desirous to kill Sheriff Alistair “Al” Sullivan of Butte, Montana
Edges
  • Martial Arts: Considered armed at all times; No “Gang Up” benefit provided
  • Arcane Background (Miracles): Blessed
  • Attractive: Good looking; +2 Charisma
Weapons Range ROF Ammo Damage Weight Notes
Fist Touch 1 - d6 -
Colt PM 12/24/48 1 6 2d6+1 2 AP 1
2x Shotgun 12/24/48 1-2 2 1-3d6 8 +2 shooting rolls
Eng 1840 5/10/20 1 8 2d6 1 AP 1, reload 2
Eng Blade Touch 1 - d6+d4 - Blade mounted to barrel of above
Sgian-dubh Touch 1 - d4+d6 1 Hidden in sock
Dynamite 4/8/16 1 4 2d6 5 4 sticks total
Gear Weight Notes
Fiddle 1
Deck of Cards 0
Pipe 0.75
Can of Tobacco 1
File 1
Matches (100) 0.25
Shotgun Thong 0
Holster 0
Gold Watch 0.5
Leather-bound Bible 0.5 Hollowed out, contains English 1840
  • Total Weight: 17.5
  • Weight Limit: 30
  • Dinero: $135.6 + $23 – $11 – $6
Bio:

In 1881, Marcus Daly, an Irishman from County Cavan, founded the Anaconda Copper Mine in the rich hills of Butte, MT. In just a few years, it was one of the largest copper mines in the world. Daly preferred to staff his mine his fellow Irishmen, and they came in droves thanks to the plentiful work and generous wages.

In 1883, Connor O’Farniture, and his brother Padraig, made the long crossing over from County Cork to Butte, MO to work in the mine and make their fortune. Connor was 23, Paddy 18. In between shifts, they passed the time as most others like them did: drinking; carousing; and bare-knuckle street-boxing.

Connor had learned to fight in school, and soon became a favorite of the crowds. He had taught everything he knew to Paddy, who sometimes would join in one of the lesser matches. Many would bet their week’s pay on Connor, and he rarely let them down. But where some saw a sure thing, others saw opportunity.

One night, as Connor and Paddy were walking home after a match they were surrounded by a posse. Claiming to speak for the county Sheriff, Alistar “Al” Sullivan, Connor was informed that he was to throw his next fight, or else. Despite the blood running from both their newly bashed-in noses, neither one had no intention of following through with the order. However Paddy had an awful feeling that something was going to happen and begged his brother to be careful.

Later that week, Paddy was working down in the mine when suddenly one of the support beams snapped and the ceiling caved in, separating him from his crew. Paddy was trapped. He desperately tried to dig his way out, to yell for help, anything, when his lamp went out. He was trapped, alone, in the dark. With nowhere else to turn, he prayed.

Meanwhile, Connor finished his shift and headed into the town, where he encountered the usual makeshift boxing match. A few in the crowd recognized him and he was quickly escorted to the ring for the next match. During the fight, Connor recognized a number of men in the crowd that were from the posse from before. At one point, the leader seemed to shake his head at Connor, as if to remind him of their agreement. But Connor’s pride in himself, and the adoration of the crowd, would not let him lose – not on purpose anyway – and especially not to Seamus O’Furygh, his opponent. A wet cracking sound signaled the end of the match and the end of Seamus’ nose. It would later heal crooked, causing Seamus to whistle slightly whenever he breathed.

Connor headed off to the pub to celebrate and to look for his brother, still not realizing Paddy had been caught in the cave-in. Connor was starting on his second pint when the Sheriff and his full posse burst in. “Connor O’Farniture, you are under arrest for assault and battery, for gambling, and for disturbing the peace” said the Sheriff. Connor was dragged outside the pub by the gang, who proceeded to beat him with boards and sticks until he stopped moving.

Padraig prayed for hours, reciting as much of the bible as he could from memory. He was surprised he recalled as much as he did. Though he was generally regarded as quick and clever, he went to church more for the lassies than for salvation. But now, it was different. At first his prayers were awkward and stilted, though as he continued he began to feel at ease and the verses began to flow more freely. Suddenly a light shot through the darkness, through to Paddy’s very soul, illuminating it and warming him from top to toe. At peace, Paddy opened his eyes to find the gruff face of his crew leader poking through the dirt. “We found ‘im! ’E’s alive!” Pulled to safety, the feeling of dread suddenly returned. “Where’s Connor”, he asked.

Paddy rushed out of the cave and down the streets of Butte in search of his brother, but by the time he found Connor’s body lying in the mud and the rain, he realized he was too late.

Paddy’s grief was interrupted by one of the townsfolk informing him of the events and of the Sheriff’s involvement. He was then told that the Sheriff had put a price on Paddy’s head as well: $300 dead or alive, and that there were already a few out looking to collect. Vowing revenge, Paddy had no choice but to leave Butte on the next train, which was bound for St. Louis with a load of copper.

Armed with little but his faith and his fists, he is headed to Julesburg, Colorado in hopes of finding some way to return to Butte and to make that Sheriff pay.

Pádraig O'Farniture

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