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Adelaide Chappel

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About Adelaide Chappel

  • Millegan Stage & Transportation

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    Main Character
  • Playby
    Clara Paget
  • Full Name
    Adelaide Ledocia Chappel
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    5' 5"
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Physical Description

addy-bio.jpgThere is nothing timid or fragile about Addy, and she'll slug anyone who even hints that there is!  She holds herself erect and moves with an easy confidence, looking folks, man or woman, in the eye with deep brown eyes that sparkle with flecks of gold.  Her smile is quick and wide, her expression open, making her emotions easy to read.  Although she works at a man's job, around horses and in the dirt and mud, she keeps herself clean and neat when she can.  When she is working, Addy keeps her long hair back in a braid or shoved up under her hat, out of the way.

While the men's-cut style of her shirts don't change, depending on her mood and task, she wears either duck-fabric pants or wool skirts in dark colors.  When on the job, there is always a holster at her hips, holding her Colt Navy revolver as well as a Bowie-style knife, although generally she doesn't carry those in town.  She wears gauntleted gloves around the horses and when the weather is bad, she has a heavy woolen coat, or, for rain, an oil slicker.  She always has a dark blue slouch hat plopped on her head that has feathers and bits of ribbon shoved in the beaded band.

Traits & Characteristics

  • Mostly illiterate (-)
  • Easy-going  (+)
  • Caring, in a rough sort of way (+)
  • Insecure in matters of the heart  (-)

General Personality

Addy takes life head-on, not really caring what folks think of her, after all, it really doesn't matter in the long run, as she is confident in herself.   All her life, she's just been 'one of the boys', and while she knows that some folks look at her as an oddity and look down on her, she knows that there are others who just see her as a jeru, the stage driver.   There is little that gets under her skin, and while she won't back down from a fight, she doesn't actively seek trouble...usually!  Gritty, stubborn, she won't hesitate to take on a challenge or get dirty.

There is a soft side to Addy, especially where kids and critters are concerned, and she can easily charm children with her sleight-of-hand skills, putting them at ease. She does have a temper and won't tolerate bullying, and when she is riled, she won't hold back with a fist or a quick kick to the shins!


Employer Name

Millegan Stage and Transportation
Position:  Employee
Details:  Driving stage, occasionally freight, maintaining swing stations as needed, caring for the horses.

Professional Skills
Driving stage, four-up or six-up; cleaning and maintaining swing stations along the routes, including cooking occasionally for hapless travelers, grooming the horses and tending to any injuries.


Self Defense

Addy is a fair shot with a pistol, she can surely hit the broad side of a barn!  She wears a Colt Navy revolver, carries a Bowie knife.  She's a fair scrapper in a hand-to-hand fight.

Hobbies & Interests
Addy plays the fiddle and has some skill in sleight-of-hand 'magic'.  Addy also has some experience at treating wounds and such and is a passing good tracker.

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Current Residence

Place of Birth
Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

Kith & Kin


Father: Hiram Chappel, muleskinner,  still living in Pigeon Forge

Mother: Ledocia, died of consumption


  • Zachariah: 40, living in Pigeon Forge, ferrier, married with six children
  • Ezequiel: 36, living in Topeka, KA, drover, single
  • Isiah: 30, living in Pigeon Forge, farm laborer, married with one child
  • Died in the War: Joshua, Absalom, Japeth, Jedediah, Hezekiah


TBD via game play and added later.

Life Events


  • 1847: I waz borned in a little shack in a place called Pigen forge Tennesseese, to Ma an' Pa...kinda like that wazn't no choice fer me...
  • 1851: My Mama died, an ' I miss her an' Pa an' my brothers did th' best they could raisn' me, an' I started workin' with mules an' critters'a all sorts.
  • 1858: I started drovin' local
  • 1863: I waz drivin' amblance waggins fer th' CSA down South
  • 1866: Waz when I started movin' West
  • 1870: I signed on with th' Millegan Stage Co.

Born in the hills of Tennessee,  Addy was the youngest of eight children,  and the only girl among the siblings.   She was the apple of her Pa's eye,  and he,  as well as her brothers,  doted on her.   The novelty of having a kid sister wasn't lost on her brothers,  and,  much to her Ma's chagrin,  they were teaching her at an early age to spit and swim and climb trees and do all manner of things that a lady wasn't supposed to do.   And when her Ma died of consumption when Addy was just a tyke,  that got worse.   After all, Pa had no idea how to raise a girl-child, and his time was tied up in the business...he was a muleskinner and drover, and owned a shipping company that the whole family participated in, even young Addy.

Not that she minded, she took natural to working around the animals and really didn't mind one bit mucking stalls and grooming the huge beasts...it beat cooking and mending in her opinion!  By the time she was eleven, she was driving short routes in town, and when the war broke out and the men were called to battle, she started taking the longer runs.  It was only a couple years into the war that she hired on with a local contingent of the CSA Army to drive ambulances, and it was during this time that she leaned a little about treating wounds and doing what had to be done.

By the war's end, only three of her brothers were still alive, and while they were content to continue in the family business, Addy had the bug to wander, and that she did!  Gradually working her way West, she took on a number of jobs, driving freight, stages, working in stables and such.  There was a brief, overnight marriage to 'Dirty Dan Wallace', a tall, 'strapping, bearded Scot with a charming brogue.  It was a silly whim, since she refused to have sex without being married.  The next day, after the alcohol wore off, they decided marriage wasn't for them and parted ways amicably.  She has no idea where he is.

Most recently, Addy has taken a job with the Mulligan Stage Lines, and has been assigned to the Kalispell route, and will be moving into the swing station there, where she will live in the small quarters in the barn, luxury accommodations!

Character Notes

General Notes
Can't much read nor write, but can trail a flying squirrel in a thunderstorm!
Addy talks English right good!  And she can understand drunk!

Animals & Pets

'Arabesque', her saddle horse, a bay Morgan-cross mare
All manner of horses, her favorite team are Belgians, Duke, Mike, Frank and Spike

Barn kitties, among them, Buster, Walter and Molly

Player Notes


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  1. Adelaide Chappel
    "Name is Nikolaus Braumann, I will answer to Nick if you'd rather, "
    "Sir..."  Addy nodded, then sighed.  "Nick...just my upbringin'."  She didn't bring up her experience during the War with the military, not that she'd been enlisted, of course, but she had worked closely with the Army and had some understanding of procedures. 
    "It'll be a stable, ma'am. They can have a nice stall. Cavalry treat their horses well you see, we depend on them with our lives at times."
    "I truly know that sentiment, losin' yer horse leaves ya high an' dry!"
    "Yeah, that was a bit of a fuss. I wasn't worried. It would take a hellava lot of Injuns to attack a body of troops that big.  And they'd be even less likely to ever attack a fort. Injuns are touchy about losing men, can't blame 'em, a big tribe might have a few hundred warriors at best. Think it's slowly beginning to dawn on them but these wars....well they can't win. There are way too many white folk coming west."
    "Ain't that th' truth!  Gettin' more an' more crowded an' civilized."  She grinned.  "I've a mind sometimes ta chase interlopers off myself, ta keep things good as they are!"  Taking hold of the other horse's lead, she turned to greet the scout.
    "Evenin' Ma'am, Sargent."
    "Mr. Macintosh."  Addy nodded.  "I'm Addy Chappel...didn't get a good chance fer introductions out there on th' trail."
    "Me an' Ke-Ni-tay here are reportin' that them what attacked us are long gone. We're lookin' for the Major to report officially, just thought you'd like to know." He explained. "Also like to know about grub an' such, we'll make do for sleepin'." He smiled, "Well, maybe a bait of oats for the horses as well."
    "We're headed to th' stables," Addy offered, assuming the men were free to take their horses there, what with them being Army scouts.  "I got my kit fer sleepin' at my wagon, ain't no problem with that."  She was accustomed to making camp on the trail, and at least here she didn't need to make a fire.  "Them Injuns was probably more interested in beef than scalps," she added, "they'll have a time roundin' some up."
    @Wayfarer; @Flip
  2. Adelaide Chappel
    Looking up as the sergeant approached, Addy smiled and nodded.  "Good ta know, sir.  Not that it's safe, I reckoned on that."  She grinned.  "Just good ta have a place ta stable them, they ain't too fond of picket lines nor hobbles.  I got my own feed, knew I was gonna be spendin' th' night on th' trail."  Pulling the harness off one of the tall animals, she folded it as best she could and placed it on the foot of the wagon where she could rub it down and stow it properly later.
    "That little bit'a excitement earlier was enough fer one trip!"  While she didn't relish fighting nor conflicts, she would stand up to one if she had to, but hopefully the Indians were done and gone.  "Look, here's th' scout now, an' he don't look distressed."  Macintosh's demeanor was relaxed, and certainly if the Indians were still in the area he'd be more agitated.
    @Wayfarer; @Flip
  3. Adelaide Chappel
    As she pulled her freight wagon in behind the military transports, Addy looked around the fort, curious.  It seemed pretty basic, but she was by no means an expert on such things, especially the ones in the West, and she supposed it served its purpose.  At least, she speculated as she climbed from the seat, she wasn't forced to spend the night alone on the trail, not that she hadn't done so in the past, but what with Indians so close about, she was grateful for the company and shelter.
    Deftly, she hopped to the ground, then started unhitching the two big draft horses. 
    @Wayfarer; @Flip
  4. Adelaide Chappel
    At the offer of supper, Addy glanced at Harriet, then shrugged and nodded.  "Thank ya, sir, I'd be glad."  Any opportunity not to have to cook on the trail was not to be passed up, not that she'd been planning on anything 'cooked' other than coffee.  She had biscuits, jerky and canned peaches, a satisfactory meal, but she'd surely not mind something better.
    "I can set ya up with me fer th' night Miss Harriet, set a nice bedroll under th' wagon."  She grinned.  "I hardly snore at all!"  Oil cloths draped over the sides of the wagon would provide the ladies with some small bit of privacy, and unless it snowed or there was a bad thunderstorm, they'd have passing fair comfort.
    @Stormwolfe; @Glenn
  5. Adelaide Chappel
    Addy wasn't sure about the cows -- in her opinion they were only good for eating!  But she figured Mi Harriet knew what she was talking about.  Glancing at the Major, she asked, "So, we're clear now?  Ya'll chased off them savages?"  She gave him a nod.  "Should I get my team hitched again?"  It had been a long day, and the relative safety of a fort sounded good!
  6. Adelaide Chappel
    "Miz Harriet!"  Addy had noticed a female rider, but things had been too chaotic at first to worry on it.  Now, though, with the threat taken care of for the moment and the stock settled and secure, she was able to acknowledge the other woman.
    "I'm gettin' an escort back toward town.  Are ya all right?"  She grabbed a canteen from under the seat of her wagon and held it out.  "Water?  Or I got a flask'a whisky, if ya've a mind."  Grinning, she winked, then asked, "Why was them Injuns after ya?"
    Then she noticed the major and nodded to him.  "Major, this here's Miz Mercer.  She's usually a lawyer in Kalispell when she ain't ridin' hell-bent over th' prairie!"  She laughed, then added, "Miz Harriet, this is Major Brittles, US Cavalry, but ya probably figgered that out!"
    @Stormwolfe; @Glenn
  7. Adelaide Chappel
    Although she'd never actually been enlisted, of course, Addy had spent plenty of time driving ambulances and freight for the Confederacy, so she was familiar with the ways of the military, and having grown up around harnessed beasts she was fast and capable when it came to unhitching her team and picketing them.
    Grabbing her rifle, she took up a position by her wagon, watching as the civilian riders charged past the cavalry lines and into the shelter of the wagons.  While she recognized that there was a woman with them, she hadn't paid attention to faces until she heard a familiar voice.
    "Quintin."  Grinning, Addy gave him a nod, then trotted over to grab his horse's reins.  "I'll see ta yer boy here..."  Not that she couldn't face whatever was coming, but as a man, he had a better chance of putting up a formidable resistance.
  8. Adelaide Chappel
    Although she had been alert, Addy was relaxed as she maneuvered her wagon behind the military vehicles, a bandana pulled over her nose to filter the dust.  Wasn't so bad, though, and she was enjoying being in a company, as it provided some entertainment in people-watching.  In particular, she was perusing the mounted soldiers, assessing their competence and potential usefulness in a fight, judging by the way they sat their mounts and what they were paying attention to, not that she put much stock in her conclusions.  A body couldn't really know what another would do until the bullets started flying.
    And it seemed like that might not be too far off...It was indeed in the distance, but there were clearly riders charging toward them, bent low over their horses' necks, their speed and demeanor indicating trouble.
    Sitting straight, Addy pulled down the bandana and snapped the lines, picking up the pace of her team so that she could pull up next to the doctor's wagon.  She glanced at the driver, giving him a nod, an indication that she was awaiting orders.  Likely, whatever the trouble, it would be met by the mounted troops and the caravan would form up in its own defense.
  9. Adelaide Chappel
    “Maybe eight, nine years or so. Man made a hard decision about his own people, but we only scouted down New Mexico, Arizona way three, four years before we were sent to the plains. Ke-Ni-Tay adapts real quick. Man has a knack for this kinda work. We’ll be glad he’s around.” He summarized.
    "Ain't never been so far south as Arizona nor New Mexico territory," Addy commented with a grin as she added, "too hot from what I hear, too dry an' desolate.  Now, I don't mind some isolation, but I want somethin' ta look at besides cactus an' lizards." 
    She laughed, then nodded.  "I know whacha mean 'bout big cities.  Smaller places in th' Territories might be rougher, but th' folks seem more...genuine."  You didn't have to hide who you were to fit in in the West, unless, of course, you were outside the law.  Without the niceties of a big city, survival was more paramount, and you did what you had to, and folks accepted that. 
    "Good ta know we got scouts with us, that's fer certain.  Hope we don't have need, but if we do, it's good ta have some warnin'.  I just hope them greenhorn soldiers keep their cool if we run inta trouble."  Seemed like there were enough veterans to keep the younger men in line, but you never knew until the shooting started!
  10. Adelaide Chappel
    "Yes, sir," Addy answered, "most recently from Kallispell, although I originated in Tennessee, an' been here an' there along th' way."  She grinned.  "Not a bad place, Kallispell, not so civilized yet as ta be inhospitable!"  Seemed like that once a place got too proper, it got all snooty and judgmental, too, and none too pleasant a place to live.
    "So, how long ya been scoutin'?  An' with yer Apache friend?  Can't say as I know much of their ways, though."  Of course, if this Apache was working with the Cavalry, he was 'friendly', at least in that he wasn't there to kill them.  Didn't mean he'd be social, but then, not everyone was happy to be around others, and that was fine.

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