Bartholomew Eleazar Pickett
- Setting: Steampunk
- Species: Human (Mongrel for rules only, not narrative)
- Career: Soldier
- XP Spent: 150
- Soak: 3
- Wound Threshold: 13
- Strain Threshold: 10
- Brawn: 3
- Agility: 3
- Intellect: 2
- Cunning: 2
- Willpower: 2
- Presence: 2
- Cool: 1
- Discipline: 1
- Perception: 1
- Brawl: 2
- Melee: 2
- Ranged: 2
- Knowledge: 1
- Hamstring Shot: 1
- Swift: 1
- Lucky Strike: 2
- Clever Retort: 1
- Side Step: 1
- Painkiller Specialization: 1 (Absinthe)
- Abilities: Drunken Master - When strain falls below 0 because of drinking, heal all strain, increase Brawn and Agility to by 1, reduce Int and Will by 1. Deal +1 damage for unarmed and melee attacks, Crit 3. Upgrade social checks twice.
- Desire - Knowledge
- Fear - Death
- Strength - Curious
- Flaw - Compulsion (addiction, when avoiding hurt, absinthe)
- Sword Cane - Melee
- +1 damage
- 2 crit
- engaged range
- 1 encumbrance
- special: defensive 1
- Insulated Garb
- +1 soak
- 3 encumbrance
- Absinthe flask
Through the rift
Bartholomew took a deep breath. He had finally done it! The realm of the gods were opened to him. Through the shimmering veil he could see shapes coalescing and dissipating at random. Bartholomew lifted his flask to his lips. Just a quick top off before he stepped through the threshold, gaining unlimited knowledge. His experiments and discoveries all led him to this exact moment. No one had believed him. Bartholomew lifted the flask again. Hmm, empty? That's strange. It was full a minute ago. Courage flared somewhere deep inside him. He shrugged his shoulders. Well, why keep the gods waiting? Twirling his cane in his hand, and adjusting his ascot, Bartholomew took the step into the beyond.
