Remi Harmon

Stats: (18)
Body 8
Mind 4
Soul 6

Derived Values:
ACV 6
DCV 4
Health 80
Energy 50
Shock 16

Attributes: (13)
Attribute			Level		Points
Appearance			1		(1)
Damn Healthy!			1		(1)
Gun Bunny 5			5		(5)
	(Dead Eye, Lightning Draw, One Bullet Left, Steady Hand, Weapons Encyclopedia)
Heightened Awareness		1		(1)
Highly Skilled			4		(4)
Personal Gear			1		(1)
Item of Power			3		(6)
Magic				1		(4)
Sixth Sense			2		(2)
	(Magic, Spirits)

Defects: (-8)
Defect					Points
Attack Restriction			1
	(Will not attack first unless target is a known supernatural)
Easily Distracted			1
	(Everything, unless specifically focusing on a task at hand -- general absentmindedness and tendency to daydream)
Marked					1
	(Red hair with white streak, family's reputation)
Not So Strong				1
	(+2 penalty to body rolls based on physical strength, -1 damage with melee weapons)
Phobia					1
	(Mice, Hamsters, Rabbits, and similar cute harmless furry things (but not carnivores))
Recurring Nightmares			1
	(Her brother's death)

Skills: (60)
Skill				Level		Specialty		Points
Acrobatics 			2 		(Tumbling) 		(8)
Animal Training 		1 		(Horses) 		(1)
Artisan 			1 		(Tailor) 		(2)
Business Management 		1 		Small Business  	 1
Cooking 			1 		(Campfire) 		(1)
Cultural Arts 			3 		(Occultism) 		(3)
Gaming 				1		(Cards) 		(1)
Interrogation 			2 		(Psychological) 	(4)
Mechanics 			1 		(Gunsmith x3) 		(4)
Navigation 			1 		(Wilderness) 		(2)
Performing Arts 		1 		(Dance, Singing) 	(2)
Physical Sciences 		1		(Physics, Chemistry) 	(3)
Riding 				1 		(Horse) 		(1)
Sleight of Hand 		1 		(Lock Picking) 		(2)
Stealth 			1 		(Conceal, SM) 		(5)
Urban Tracking 			2 		(Underworld) 		(6)
Visual Arts 			1 		(Drawing) 		(1)
Gun Combat 			2 		(Pistols) 		(8)
Ranged Defense 			1 		(Personal) 		(5)

Item of Power:
Revolver - Harmon Mk. III Special (Weapon Attack damage 15, Accurate, Auto-Fire, 
Concealable, Drain Energy (only drains from supernatural/magical targets), Short 
Range - 15 points)

Personal Gear:
Armored Clothing (Light Armor 2, Hidden, Partial, stops 2 points of damage)
Gunsmithing Tools
Camping Gear
(+1 minor, 1 major)

Magic: (Protective Spells)
Banish Darkness: Environmental Control 2 (Light) (2 energy per minute; medium 
area)
Sight Beyond Sight: Heightened Senses 1 (Sight) (1 energy per minute; -3 bonus 
to sight; night vision)
Countermagic: Force Field 1 (4 energy per minute; extendable; stops 30 damage; 
Limited (only protects against ranged supernatural/magical attacks))
Mental Ward: Mind Shield 2 (2 energy per minute; +4 to Mind/Soul to resist 
mental attack)
Protective Ward: Spirit Ward 1 (1 energy per use/per minute; 5 damage, directly,
+1 penalty to Soul check to pass, on a portal; second chance to break free, on a
person affected by supernatural Mind Control)

Appearance:
Remi is a small, willowy young woman; she's 23, but looks five years younger.  
Her hair is a wild mass of curls, short (reaching almost to her shoulders in 
back), and mostly flame-red, with a white streak running through the left side 
more or less in line with her left eye.  Her eyes are bright blue -- not a grey 
tone but a true ocean-blue.  Her complexion is pale, and lightly dusted with 
freckles, but she rarely seems to tan or burn in the sun.  Her facial features 
are the type some would call "elfin", and her build is slight.  She tends to 
wear a blousey long-sleeved shirt and trousers in neutral earth tones, 
comfortable shoes, and a long coat; between the coat's outer fabric and the 
inner lining, metal plates have been fixed into place to protect some of the 
more vital spots, but this armor isn't visible to the casual observer.

Background:
Remi was a reasonably ordinary girl.  It's true that her family was relatively 
well-off, and, not coincidentally, more than a little famous, but that didn't 
affect her childhood much.  Riding, sewing, sketching, dancing, and other 
pursuits "suitable" for young ladies of her social class (truthfully, of a 
social class or two above hers, but that wasn't about to stop her parents) 
filled her days.  Those, and the one unusual pursuit.  Gunsmithing.

The Harmons had made their small fortune in gunsmithing; Remi's great-
grandfather was the man who had invented the rifled barrel, increasing the 
accuracy of the weapons.  Her grandfather and her father had followed in his 
footsteps, and, after a long campaign of discussing, reasoning, whining, 
pouting, demanding, and threatening, she had been allowed to study the "family 
business" alongside her older brother Connor.  She proved quite talented; she'd 
never lacked manual dexterity, and she was bright enough, when she could make up 
her mind to focus on something.  But it was her brother who proved the better 
gunsmith, and the better marksman as well.  Where she was whimsical and 
absentminded, he was practical and focused, and he had the same spark of 
inventive genius their great-grandfather had exhibited, whereas she did not.

When he reached the age of 18, he left on a journeyman's voyage, a custom held 
over from an earlier age.  Remi was set on going with him, and once again, no 
argument could prevail over her.  She was just 16, having been born two years to 
the day after Connor.

At first, his trip seemed uneventful, to Remi.  She was constantly distracted by 
the novelty of each new town they came across, and sometimes prone to spend 
hours staring into space during the travels in between.  So she didn't notice, 
at first, Connor's brief absences.  They grew more frequent, and she assumed he 
was seeing a lover and, for the most part, forgot about it.

That lasted until the morning she woke at sunrise to find him just staggering in 
through the door of their rented room, bleeding from the shoulder.  She did not 
take the sight well.  When she'd calmed down enough to listen to an explanation, 
he told her about his "other" vocation, as a witch hunter.  She worried about 
the dangers, but this time it was Connor who wouldn't be swayed.  She 
reluctantly submitted, but began to secretly follow her brother -- not every 
time, but often enough.

He was twenty-one years old the day he died.  The magician he'd been hunting 
proved too crafty and too powerful for him.  She's blocked the memories of 
exactly what happened that night, but the nightmares have haunted her ever 
since.  All she really remembers clearly is holding her brother's shattered body 
cradled in her arms, promising him she'd finish the work he'd started.  He'd 
passed her the weapon he'd used -- the gun he'd invented, unlike any she'd ever 
seen, as light as a pistol yet faster to fire, not needing to be reloaded after 
each shot.

She took her promise seriously, training in earnest -- first, with the weapon 
itself, and then in the ways of tracking down and stalking the witches and 
supernatural creatures.  She collected legends and stories with a 
singlemindedness she'd rarely shown before (or since).  And, ironically, she 
discovered her own talents for magic -- it seemed that that line about red hair 
and fae blood held true, and, though she scorned magic and refused to fully 
develop her potential, she picked up bits of protective magic now and then that 
were simply too useful as weapons against the supernatural to refuse their use.  
Besides, along with the talent came the ability to feel the presence of magic, 
and -that- was priceless.

It's fairly recently that she's begun hunting witches in earnest.  She didn't 
feel fully ready to face a magician as powerful as the one who'd killed her 
brother.  When she's honest with herself, she'll admit that she still doesn't.  
But she was spurred on by another discovery that came with her developing 
perceptions of the magical -- her revolver is not an inert object.  It seems to 
contain a portion, or perhaps an "echo", of her brother's spirit, and to thirst 
for vengeance against witches and demons.  She hasn't entirely sorted out her 
feelings about this latest discovery, but for now, her aims are as his were.

Revolver (Harmon Mk. III Special):  This is a shiny nickel-plated revolver with 
an ivory grip.  It's about the size of a standard pistol, but can fire off shots 
faster, thanks to the revolving barrel.  Its workmanship is such that it is more 
accurate than the norm.  It seems to contain a piece or echo of Connor Harmon's 
spirit, which desires vengeance against the magician who killed him and witches 
and demons in general; when a bullet fired from it strikes a supernatural 
creature, it injures their magical energy as well as their physical body.  
Against any other foe, it is simply a well-designed and advanced-model gun.  
(It's also a 'pistol' rather than 'autofire' weapon; Auto-Fire represents its 
ability to snap off multiple shots much faster, relatively, than a standard 
pistol.)