'This war of slavery and attrition has made me its slave....' A young man suddenly burst into the office "Mr. President we have the latest news from Gettysburg and Antietam." The boy looking no older than 15, "Father...Its....The Reckoners....we...we have reports of zombified soldiers its just like the first time." The President turned around revealing than it to be no other than Abraham Lincoln albeit greatly aged. He sighed "Get me Jameson Craig tell him its urgent spare no expense to get him here on the double." Lincoln looked at the reports it was the same thing everywhere zombies, creatures from beyond human comprehension, undead gunmen, and cults,God the cults, he sighed one last time he picked up and inhaler and took a deep breath hacking and coughing green mist. 'Why did we let the Sioux do that terrible thing, why why why,no matter its to late now we fix the problem at hand.' he thought and went off to the War Room.
And so my cowboys and cowgirls so comes my game:Reckoners. now this is based of Deadlands a table top rpg but this will have numerous elements thrown into it. Now that that crap is out out the way time to get to the nitty gritty. The year is 1875. The Civil War is still going. And a great calamity has happened caused by the Sioux and other tribes which i will explain if y'all still have interest after this opening post. And as for technology flying has been perfected zeppelins fly people around. Guns have more advanced ammunition and different firing mechanisms but its still revolvers rifles and there are machine guns but the smallest are turrets but more person usable are still in the works. Also limbs organs even if your really rich or lucky can be made automatronic. Now on to geography part of Calfornia is in the ocean due to a quake. Now because of that instead of The Gold Rush happening a rush for a mineral known as Ghostrock came forth once ill explain more. Also all of Nebraska belongs to the Sioux but nobody goes there for good reason its considered no mans land it a horrifying wasteland with a glow that can mistaken for sunrise at night. America is split in two litarly right down the middle horizontally with both sides in a stalemate.
Name:(please be a little creative)
Race:(white,black,Native American etc.)
Age:(How old are you nothing younger than 21)
Looks:(what do you look like include a picture if you can, be descriptive)
Gear:(what do you wield, now no giant cannons if a regular human can carry it what makes you think you can and i not saying you cant but it wouldn't be a good idea to have straight knife sword or fist guy remember this is the Wild Weird West you can and will get shot at.)
Bio:(what brings you to America who are did you do something bad, how did you get particular scar details details.)
Classes:Gunman or woman whatever your prefence
Shaman:Can only be this if your Native American or you have a damn good reason why the Native Americans taught you how to control spirits, now as for spirits that's how your magic works summon spirit and it does stuff for you
Alchemist:Strength lies in potions healing Molotov etc and Ghostrock will play a part
Priest:holy man they are know to be albeit zealous works like a paladin sheilds healing holy light blah blah
Age:43(looks like hes 23)
Looks:Jack's are red. He has a an imprint of a cross on left cheek. Hes well built around 195 lbs. Hes 6'1" and wheres a tattered black dusters cloak(a long coat) with a white button down shirt. His index,middle,and thumb on right hand are steam powered augmetic. And his heart as a plate over it which opens up to reveal a tube running to it with the main valve being augmetic as well. He wears plain black pants and black boots with teeth on his spurs. and his hat also has numerous teeth as well.
Gear:Jack wields a single 1875 Schofield Revoler with a clip on the bottom the grip is lengthened and is an angle and it seems to a have an emblem scratch out on the grip. Also a bowie knife with a silver blade.
Bio: Jack used to be a expert vampire hunter. He used to have a family with a wife and 2 girls. He was living the American Dream but like all good dreams they must end. Enter Dimitri Valenclough III a 600 hundred year old vampire straight from Transylvania. He had his goons hold Jack down as drunk his family dry in front of him making him watch. He then turned Jack but before he was completely turned he removed part of his heart and left him to die. As he rolled around in agonizing pain his face touched the cross he wore around his neck burning its visage into his left cheek. As he was finally close to death a friend of his form the vampire hunting order came to his rescue and fixed his heart with augmentations. He sent Jack away to seek revenge and avoid his former fellow vampire hunters. That was 20 years ago and Jack hasn't aged a day. He still is looking for the monster that took away his life.