John Caraway

U.S. Marshal and leader of a U.S. initiative to investigate and deal with the unexplainable.

Description:

d8 Agility – Fighting d8; Riding d4; Shooting d8
d6 Smarts – Notice d6; Taunt d6
d8 Spirit – Guts d8+1; Persuasion d4
Strength d6 –
Vigor d6 -

Hindrances: Vow: U.S. Marshal(Major); Habit: Smokes a Pipe (Minor); Enemy: Unknown (Minor)
Edges: Quick Draw; Duelist

Shootin’ Irons
2 Colt Peacemakers DAR
1 Double Barrel Shotgun
1 Winchester

Bio:

John Caraway
John Caraway was born in 1854 to Sam and Rita Caraway. Sam was a U.S. Marshal and John enjoyed the evenings when he was home telling tales of outlaws and their foul deeds. Although he was away from home a lot, he managed to instill in John a sense of duty and honor.
John grew up wanting nothing more than to be a U.S. Marshal like his father. When John was 15, Sam came into his room, sat beside him and told him, “Being a U.S. Marshal is not an easy life. There are long days away from home riding through territory that most men feared to travel. You sleep on the cold ground most nights and where ever you go, you are always heading towards danger.”
John sat up and listened intently as his father continued, “Of all the evil in the world none is as cruel as man. Some of the things I’ve seen men do to each other will leave you with nightmares that follow you all the rest of your days. It’s your job to face these men, and let me tell you, there’s not a day that goes by when you ain’t scared. That fear travels with you every day because you never know if someone is waiting around the corner or over the next hill ready to plug you full of holes I ain’t trying to scare you son, I’m just wanting you to understand the life you are asking to lead. Now, I have to head out in the morning. I shouldn’t be gone more than four or five days. When I get back, if you still are determined to be a marshal then I’ll teach you to shoot.”
That was the last time John saw his father. Three days later a Marshal came to the house to tell his mom that Sam wouldn’t be coming home. They had a small service for him at the church but without a body there was no casket or burial. John was devastated.
In 1874, when John turned twenty, he joined the U.S. Army and spent the next three years fighting the Confederates. He was disheartened by the experience. The war had dragged on for so long that morale was low. People were tired of dying for what seemed to be a war with no end. One evening John and nine other soldiers were ordered to check out a house and barn. John went with four others into the barn while the other five went into the house. As they searched the barn, the Rebs attacked. John and the others put up a good fight but it was a lost cause. When ammo began to run low, the sergeant ordered John to try and get to the house and see if they had any ammo to spare. Between the house and barn John was hit in the leg and went down. Bleeding and in too much pain to get back on his feet he crawled under the porch and laid there on the edge of shock. He saw a group of twenty Rebs with torches set the barn on fire. Terrified and hurting, John crawled as far under the porch as he could. A chill of horror went through him as he heard the screams of men burning alive in the barn. More Rebs approached the house and began throwing torches at it. He was trapped under the porch unable to escape. He could hear the crackle of the fire and smell the smoke as the house began to burn. Someone from inside the house panicked and ran out only to be shot down a few steps past the porch. John began to feel the heat of the fire burning overhead and the smoke was beginning to choke him. He was sure the end had finally come for him. He didn’t know if it was the smoke, the heat, the crackle of burning wood or if it was the echoing memory of the four men screaming in the barn that convinced him but he decided that facing a hail of bullets was better than burning to death under the porch. He dug deep within himself and found the courage to crawl out from under the porch determined to shoot the first Reb he saw. He prayed that god would grant him a quick death as he began to crawl. Just as he reached the edge of the porch, he heard shots. His first thought was they saw him and were shooting at him but no bullets impacted around him. Dizzy and partially in shock he was confused by the sight of Rebs falling dead only feet away from him. Men in blue came into focus a short distance beyond the dying Rebs as his vision swam on the edge of consciousness. John shook his head and crawled out from under the porch. His vision began to dim as boots came up all around him. That was the last sight he saw before he woke a couple of days later in the field hospital. It turned out the wound wasn’t bad enough for the surgeons to remove his leg but bad enough that he wouldn’t be walking for a long time. He was told that, barring any infection, he would soon be sent home to recuperate. A month later, while at home healing, he received his discharge papers. John took another four months healing. He spent many nights unable to sleep. He was plagued by nightmares of being trapped under that porch surrounded by flames. When he felt his leg was strong enough, he rode to Iowa and joined the U.S. Marshals service. His leg is healed and he’s following his dream of being a U.S. Marshal but at night he still sees the flames and smells the smoke in his troubled dreams.

John Caraway

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