Determined - Robert is not a quitter, he has had a hard life but he remains quietly optimistic things will all turn out right, he works hard to make it so too.
Stubborn - He's that in spades, he's not one to give in or give up. At times this can turn into a fault.
Outgoing - He is friendly with a keen sense of humor, doesn't take himself too seriously. Enjoys a good time when he can stumble into one.
Decent - He could have turned to crime but he has retained a sense of decency about him, he's not a saint by any means but overall he would be characterized as a good soul.
He's done a lot of jobs already in his young vagabond life. Currently he is trying his luck at mining for gold, enticed by the Gold Rush stories he'd heard back East.
Professional Skills: Manual labor - cutting wood, using a pick axe, various skills involved in menial sorts of jobs.
Self Defense: Back East, Robert engaged in a bit of boxing for money. He's been in his share of scraps too so despite his unimpressive physique, he can surprise people when it comes to fisticuffs. He's also tougher than he looks, he can take a punch.
He does own an older model pistol and has been taught how to load it properly. He's even fired a few shots with it at targets with unimpressive results. He can't afford to waste ammo engaging in more marksmanship practice though. It's not like he is going to ever be a gunfighter.
Hobbies & Interests: He's on his own and every day trying to stay alive and eek out a living............no time for hobbies and such. His main interest is make some money!
Aliases / Nicknames
Robbie, Rob, Bobby
Cabin outside of Kalispell
Place of Birth
Robert was born in County Down in Ireland, family emigrated to US when he was still a baby.
Kith & Kin
Parents: Joseph (deceased), Agnes (deceased, though as of yet he does not know it)
Liam - Deceased
Ryan - Younger by two years, he ran off and family lost track of him.
Sister: Sylvie - Three years older than Robert, she married and lives somewhere in Midwest, he's lost track of her.
1856: Robert was born to tenant farmer Joseph Cullen and his wife, Agnes, their third child.
1858: The family uproots everything and risks starting all over in America, landing in New York. Encountering hostility to the Irish and lack of work opportunities, the desperate family moves from place to place.
1861: Becoming more aware of things by now, young Robert sees his father enlist in the Union army for some big war someplace. While it's not much, it's at least a wage. His mother does all sorts of menial jobs to help make due.
1864: Joseph returned home from the army minus a leg and in poor health. Oldest brother Liam started stealing to help the family much to his mother's sadness yet they needed what he brought them.
1868: Joseph died of drinking wood alcohol. Agnes took up with another man right after and Liam decided to leave. He offered to take Robert with him and their mother actually gave her blessing on it. The two boys struck out on their own, heading west for adventure or so they hoped.
1870: They made it as far as Chicago in their slow wanderings when Liam got into some trouble with the law and a judge sentenced him to jail for two years. Robert waited for him having to survive on his own. He did but barely.
1872: Liam was released a few months early due to overcrowding they said and the two young men were back together this time determined to get out of this city and go see the wide open frontier west they kept hearing so many stories about.
1873: The brothers traveled on a wagon train as far as the Dakota Territory, taken along by a traveling merchant to help with his two wagons of goods. Liam
Animals & Pets: Abercrombie (gray mule)
Character Concept: Young Irish immigrant trying to make a life for himself on his own. Drifter, jack of all trades, mostly master of none.
"Kids, this is Charlie Wentworth's cousin and, no doubt by now, chief trainer, Ben Simons. So careful what you say. I think I can let you know, Ben, that this is your Charlie's opponent, as of ten minutes ago: Bob Cullen."
Robert nodded, looked at the man and held out his hand for a handshake, "Hullo Mr.Simons." He was about to mention his name preference when...
Jemima immediately loudly shouted "HE PREFERS BOBBY OR ROBERT!!!" which actually made Crabbe jump in the air and utter a "Jesus Christ!" before glancing at Hector and muttering "Can't you keep her on a lead or something!"
"Hector here's Bob...er, Bobby's second, and this here pretty young lady is our personal medical advisor, Miss Nurse Leane."
Robert frowned, Crabbe was pushing that a whole lot more than the young woman seemed to appreciate.
"I am here as an observer, nothing more, Mr. Crabbe." she strategically imparted, matching her eyes with both those of Lorenzo and Mr. Simons in turn. "Should I have any information to impart pertaining to the medical situation at hand, it will be for the benefit of those affected, rather than the sake of any particular camp."
"Bein' neutral they be callin' it," Robert nodded, he didn't the girl to do anything she was uncomfortable with.
"Sounds good," Robert nodded.
"I'm sure that your partiality will be appreciated by all sides. I know that my cousin and the rest of his family value honesty and I see that you, Miss Leane have it in abundance. You will be a great asset to this venture."
Turning to him this Wentworth relative took his hand for a shake,"Nice to meet you."
Crabbe now summoned some young lad over and announced he was to be Robert's ring man, it was a simple enough task, throw a bit of water over him after letting him have a swig or two of it, wipe the blood away if it was getting into his eyes for example. Though if the lad be the squeamish sort, he might not take to it.
"Hullo Hector, I prefer Bobby or Robert meself," he held out his hand to the boy and gave him a hearty handshake. Pity they didn't allow women seconds? Aoife would be his choice in an instant.
Just then he found out the name of his opponent too, Charlie Wentworth. The name meant nothing to him though.
"Who is this Charlie Wentworth, anyway?" Aoife cut in. "Scholar...? Tailor...? Farmer...?"
Robert shrugged, "His job don't matter none, lass. I hear he likes the bottle a bit too much and has never fought before?"
He turned to Hector and the stern looking girl, "You two know this Charlie?"
Robert had never been inside the barn but it certainly seemed like a fine place to hold a fight in his opinion, that way even if the weather outside was wet or stormy, the event could go on. Work was going on already preparing the ring, such as it was.
"Oh, I've fought before with nothing more the crowd bein' the ropes of the ring ye might say. I remember once when I punched me opposite number how he fell back against the crowd and some big mug shoved him hard right back toward me. Right inta me fist he did. I won that fight by knockout it must be said," Robert grinned.
"This'll do just fine, I be thinkin'," he gave it his full approval even if the lass looked less than thrilled.
"$100 Prize or a percentage of the door: your choice. Feller you'd be up against, Charlie Wentworth, he's a shade under your height, stockier I'll admit; but he's got too much experience with the bottle and none in the ring."
"None in the ring?" Robert was surprised to hear that nugget but that was far more critical than wing span or weight. He had defeated heavier opponents using his quickness and hard punching.
Aoife gave a look that signaled she either didn't believe the man or thought this would be a mistake for him to fall for this...........maybe both. But the lure of a $100 was too much to resist. It was easy enough for Aoife to disapprove, she had a job already.
"Say, why don't you come along to the barn where we're puttin' up the fight? I'll show you around. You can come too, Miss, if you're not too busy doing your job and living your life," Crabbe offered.
"I think I shall." Aoife retorted, exercising great effort to control the haughtiness in her tone. "If it's to be half the event you describe, I'm sure I couldn't miss it."
Robert blinked, "Oh ye don have ta, Missy. It's not the kind of event wimmen ....well, proper wimmen...go to. If ye never seen a fist fight, it can be sort of.....rough."
On the other hand if he did win, maybe he could ask her out to a dinner at the local eating place, he heard they had good food. He leastwise certainly have the money to afford it and more!
"I'm yer man, sir. I'll do it, let's go," he declared with certainty.
"Nope I don't have no use for lawyers...or judges...or courts. I had me some experience with'em all back home and then Sasanach don't care none about justice for we Irish," Robert did mind admitting his hatred of all things supposedly legal.
Crabbe now talked about someone else, a Mr. Orr - name even sounded English and then tried to recruit poor Aoife to go along too.
That drew a noncommital 'we'll see' from the Irish lass to which Robert quickly added, "She has a job to do and her own life to live, ye know.
Then the conversation turned really interesting! Crabbe was talking about boxing? He was looking to arrange a boxing match? Robert perked up, far more interested than contracts and courts. He did not even notice the warning look Aoife threw him.
"Wait! Yer wantin' a fighter? Someone to box? I have done me a bit of the fisticuffs in me past. Won some money at it too," Robert announced.
"So there be some decent prize money for this? I might just do it........dependin' on who I'd have ta fight ."
Robert was no fool, he would not step into a ring with someone who outweighed by a lot or was known to have a great reputation.
The girl was willing to help but as he had neglected the introductions, asked just who were the pair accompanying him. Robert didn't need to do any introducing as Mr Crabbe stepped up to do it better than he ever would have. Though it was highly annoying of the man to keep stressing what a stupid move he, Robert, had made signing that contract. Now was not the time to revisit the argument but Robert had not known that the paper was anything other than he'd been told...by the original presenter. A simple form.
Aoife, now forewarned about the situation, took the papers and seemed to study them for a bit. Robert liked that look of concentration on those pretty features of hers. Course she was even prettier when she had smiled, back the first time they met. Apparently she was a fast reader, not surprising as she had been a medical student - they had to be smart.
She handed the paper back to Mr. Crabbe, and directed a nod of affirmation at Robert. "That's what it says."
That was both good news and bad. So Crabbe wasn't trying to trick him, the original villain had done it. But he was still tricked, his situation not what he has assumed. Even a stubborn Irishman has to sometimes wave the white flag.
"Thanks, m'dear," he was polite, smiling at her.
"Very well then, I believe you, sir. So now what do we do? I sign it and you round up some lawyer for our side?" he wasnt smiling now.
He frankly had zero trust for courts be they English or American. The Irish were hated by both in his grim opinion.
There she was, Robert flashed a big smile, "Hullo."
"Robert." she greeted, a flicker of recognition passing over her face "Come in, all of you, it's raining."
"Thankya, Aoife, we noticed," he grinned then led the trio inside.
She gestured the three men into one of the front sitting rooms.
"We won't be stayin' long, lass. I just have me a favor to ask of ye? Remember when we talked about you someday maybe reading something for me? Well, that someday is today....that is if ye got the time?" Robert came right out with it, forgetting completely to introduce the two men with him.
The trio entered town and now it was time to get to the details of finding the young Irish lass. Robert recalled she was looking for a job, a nurse's job. Just needed to find out where the doctors offices might be then. His lack of reading ability was going to be a hindrance but fortunately Mr. Crabbe could help there. One doctor apparently was leaving town so that eliminated that place. So it left the choices down to just one, a Doctor Danforth.
So it was that Robert arrived at the front door of the place. Gestured on by his two traveling companions he knocked on the door then entered. Having never visited a doctor's office before he had no idea what to expect. Guess he was going to find out. Hopefully Aoife would be present.
The two didn't like his sarcasm? Oh well, not like he cared. He didn't much care for either of them anyhow. Despite that Robert had then agreed to go with them into town so that someone he trusted (obviously not these two) could take a look at the papers. Someone who could read. Aoife had offered to do that very sort of thing earlier so why not take advantage of her kindness.
“Sure, use our remuda.” offered Crabbe, his short time as a cowpoke colouring his language. “Especially if you’re gonna be calling on a lady, looks a whole lot more impressive than riding up to her front porch sittin’ on some ornery mule with your feet draggin’ on the ground.” He reckoned.
"I'll have you know the young missy rode inta town on my mule and she liked ol'Abraham just fine. I'll take my mule, you keep yer horse," he countered with a grin.
The man asked then who this particular woman was. Robert paused. Damn! He could not even remember her last name then, even those her Christian name came easily and he could picture her pretty face of course.
"Well now, if she wants you to know her name, that'd be fine but I will let her make that decision when we get there," he decided to play it close to the vest.
Robert decided to try and hold out for a better deal - seemed like he was holding the hand with more aces but the man abruptly decided to give up.
"You told me I should get someone I trust to look over the papers earlier, now you changin' yer mind then, boyo?" Robert frowned.
“I dunno. Say, Charlie, wasn’t Benton heading back to Helena tomorrow? See, son, we kinda need to close this deal as soon as we can.”
Now the man was in a big hurry, damned convenient.
“Listen, I want to give you an even break, Bobby, I mean, I was a struggling placer miner myself once, you know? How would you be fixed to come back to town with us right now, look up this here lady, and we can settle this one way or another before nightfall? And if we don’t happen to agree on the thing, then we’ll just buy from Benton and no hard feelings, huh?”
Now that wasn't a bad idea.
"Now? You mean when I'm right in the middle of shovelin' up all that gold I pulled out the river today?" Robert waxed sarcastically.
Then more seriously, "Alright, mister and whatever they address chinamen, I'll go with ye. How'd you get here anyhow? I'm gonna need to saddle my mule."
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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