Peircing green eyes. Black hair. Tall, muscular, broad.
Intimidating nature often gives unsettling first impressions.
Mild Alcoholic
I will achieve fame at any cost. To not be talked about is worse than dying. I will be remembered at any cost.
Evil to me is anything that will do harm to me or stop me from achieving whatever it is I want to do.
I do believe in ghosts and spirits.
Following the events of Peru I now believe in supernatural happenings and believe in not just ghosts but all manner of paranormal creatures and their effects on the world around them.
Evil for me is no longer just something that could cause me harm or stop my dreams, it's anything that can cause a tangible threat to me and those I care about.
Mary Joesphine, my 1st love. I fell in love with her and we were bethrothed before I left to cover the war on the European continent. She broke off our engagement by letter two months before I would be discharged from the hospital in Spain to return home. No other liason will ever seem to hold a candle to Mary in my mind.
Uncle Will, he taught me everything I know about adventuring in the wild. For months at a time he would take me out camping and hunting as a way to get me out of the house and away from my overbearing Parents.
George Karl, family friend who introduced me to a state paper and got me an internship to start working there. The Texas Star. It was through him that I was able to begin my career as a Journalist and travel abroad to cover the Great War.
Officer Louis Micahael, French Cavalry officer, during my time reporting on the war I found myself striking up a friendship with him and would often dedicate some of my journalistic stories to him and his unit. After my injury he was responsible for getting me transport and board in the Spanish hospital. He is on record describing me as "one of the bravest and most heroic of men he's ever met."
Texan plains. I spent many months of my youth learning how to survive the elements and have many fond memories of exploring the wild and untamed 'Outdoors'.
Spanish Catalonia. After being injuried I found myself recouperating in a beautiful Spanish town at a hospital that was on the leading edge of treating war wounds. Soldiers from both sides were being sent here for surgery and recouperation. The views were beautiful and so were the people. I should like to retire in Spain one day.
Father's hunting rifle, stored safely at my home.
'Medal' from the French President, Georges Clemenceau for my heroic deeds leading up to my injury.
Golden coins from the Pyramid in Peru
Exaggerates the truth to the point of lie in order to make myself look better.
Gregarious when in the company of acquaintances, quiet/brooding around those he knows well.
Scar at hairline from artillery shrapnel.
Scar on cheek from the burn he recieved in Peru.
Fear of being left in obscurity.
Phobia of leeches and any other creature, real or fake that can suck the blood or life force from any other creature. Leeches really skeev him out though.