[whoops apologies for jumping the gun]
Character Name : Del McCullen
Character Age : 32
Time period Character came from: 1863
What the character desires: To be able to write a letter to his brother who is unfortunately dead and was also fighting on the opposite side as Del. More abstractly, Del wishes consolation of his brother's death and affirmation of the love the two once and might still share.
Character Appearance: He is a stocky, rugged man of scots-irish descent. Iconoclastic, actually, of any red faced, beaded frontiersman. Specifically he stands at five nine, short, however he was quite broad and thickly built. He kept a trimmed handlebar mustache in better times, though he would likely appear before the Trading Post with a wry and overgrown beard. Del cut a distinguished profile despite. His eyes were a vivid, cobalt blue that were piercing beneath his dark and heavy brows. His nose, hawkish. Lantern jawed, the man's appearance seemed to simply settle with a gargoyle's patience. When he might appear before the Trading Post, he'd be dressed in 'Union uniform' which was a cobbled thing. The regulation blues were found in his jacket, which was wide open in the heat. Beneath he wore a checkered lumberjack's shirt with a set of thick leather braces (suspenders), which held the regular blue trousers. He did not possess his haversack or his bedroll when he came to the Trading Post. Instead, he was light with just the implements of killing: his springfield rifle, his pouch of cartridges, a knife. And... letters and pencil which he could never part with. Folded and bundled, wrapped tightly within an oil skin and leather strapping was tucked inside of his jacket.
Character Vibe/ Personality: He was always purposeful and war tended to fulfilled other parts of his potential. Once sociable and light hearted, he is a little more reserved now and instead wonders on the esoteric.
Character Background: It wasn't a hard decision for him to join the Union Army. His state of Kentucky had been embroiled hotly over the issue of neutrality those early days of the war. Del never had a fondness for the whole enterprise of slavery. The reasons were clear. His family did not own slaves. Shortly after his father's death, the family 'estate' was divided up between him and his brother Samuel. Neither Samuel or Del had the were-with-all to purchase slaves to begin with and the region of northern Kentucky they lived in did not demand the sort of cropping (cotton) that required slavery. Corn and Cattle, easily managed by Yankees, was also equally handled by the brothers. Samuel, Del's older brother, married and had three children. Del's wife died in childbirth at the age of 19 and Del, a widower at 20 never remarried. For his family, Samuel did not see a future with the Union, which threatened increasing burdens of oversight and order... For him, the fortune of his family had been the abundance of the times and had the War not occurred he would have surely migrated further West in that eventful year of '60. Del, on the other hand, a joker and the bon-viviant of the family had the fool's perspective on the Confederate aims... That a fool should know a fool. He had not cheered John Brown at Harper's Ferry, but he had broiled with disgust at the vicious, bloody fights over the sovereignty of slavery in Kansas in Arkansas - and this was before the War. So when the South invaded neutral Kentucky in the Summer of '61, Del had declared to his mother that he was to head north to Ohio to volunteer. His Ma bid him to stay awhile and so summoned his brother Samuel. Not hardly through the door, his older brother so deeply admonished the short sightedness of Del that Del was almost to arms with anger. It was that very night that the brothers each left their mother's house. One to the North and the other to the South.
Some years later, after Del had volunteered into the ____ infantry Ohio and seen plenty of the war, he would receive a letter from his mother. A short written thing for Del had always known that Samuel and not him was nearest to her heart, "Your brother has died." That shred of paper, Del keeps folded up and closest to his heart. It is the same he unfolds at night to read and read again like it should not be the case... or rather, that more should come from it... the manner of death, the place, the battle the person responsible!
In '63 things are not as they were... they were darker days, desperate days... and Del was no longer the same as when he'd first mustered at Columbus, Ohio back in those brighter days of '61. Even he could not imagine how horrible things should become.