Deadlands: The Early Years
Wicked- Logan Wicked Nottingham
An irish gunslinger
I was born a twin, I was the first born. Our mother died giving birth to my sister and I, she died that day, my sister and were closer then anything, on our 13 birthday I gave my sister half a four leaf clover. Her half of the clove had a T on it and my half had a W. At the age of 16 my sister fell in with the wrong crowd and started dating this guy I didn’t like, his name was Quinn Sweeney. One night my sister came home terrified and we got into a huge fight. The next morning I found she left, the only thing she left was the charm I gave her. I went to our father and told him she had left, I was not sure were she had left I had a gut feeling it was to the western part of North America. My father said that if I insisted on going something to tell me and a few things to teach me first. It turned out our father was from North America and had his name and was hiding out here in Ireland. Our father was a hex slinger and wanted to teach me every thing he knows. He warned me it would take a while to teach me. Over the next couple of years taught me everything. When I finished dad game his spell book and said I was gonna need to get my own guns. That week I went out to buy me a set of guns and other necessity for my trip. When I came home I found Quinn standing over my fathers body. There was a knife in my fathers back. Filled with rage I ran at quinn but he got away. Know that I have no. Family here I started packing my things to leave when I started to smell smoke, I realized the house was on fire. I barely made it out of the house. I ran towards the docks. I was almost there when I was picked up by the local police. They claimed I killed my father and burned my house down. I said I didn’t and that it was Quinn Sweeny,the police said that I shouldn’t say things like that about the Sweeny family. I managed to escape custody by knocking the guards out and locking him in my cell. Grabbing all of my thing I ran for the docks, I was on the run from. Knowing it was only a matter of time before the police or the Sweeny family were after me. I managed to sneek aboard a ship headed for the USA. Apon arriving in New York. I began my search for my sister. I headed down the east coast looking for her over the next year. I found my seld in Gettysburg on July 4, 1963, so far I had no luck finding my sister. From there I headed west.