Alexander 'Xander' HuntingtonAge:
52 (looks older)Sex:
Engineer and Gun RunnerSexuality:
: Mostly vanilla, strong attraction to prostitutes, strong dislike of clingy women.Notable Abilities/Skills:
Fluent in English, French, Spanish and German, speaks Bantu and two dialects of Arabic. When he's not drunk, he's a brilliant engineer. Knows the desert and many of the Bedouin tribes.Weapons of choice:
A well cared for C96 Mauser
, complete with stock/holster or his most prized possession, a Holland & Holland .470 Nitro Express double barrel elephant rifle.
You wouldn't take Alexander Huntington to be an educated gentlemen upon first sight but that is indeed the case. Under the long, greying unkempt hair and wrinkled clothing, behind the bleary eyes, the week old unshaved salt and pepper beard and the occasional smell of unine and alcohol lurks a man who once rubbed elbows with royalty.Personality:
When he's sober (and not hung over or experiencing delerium tremens) Alexander can be a genial and intelligent conversationalist. When he's drunk, he's a silent, brooding loner. When he's been drinking but isn't entirely drunk (a state where he spends the majority of his time), he's gregarious, occasionally overly so. He has a quick, sometimes savage wit. While most people think getting him drunk will make his less aware and a less able negotiator. he is at his best when tipsy.Hobbies:
Drinking, building structures with match-sticksBackground:
Alexander was the second son of a titled family. Educated at the University of Glasgow, he was a rising star in the field of engineering. Sent to the Sudan in Africa on a royal order after the end of the Great War, he was assigned the task of building a bridge over a chasm that would allow rail traffic to open up the centre of Africa. He completed the task in record time, coming in under budget as well. He was hailed as a hero, right up until the moment the bridge collapsed under the weight of the first train that crossed it, killing hundreds of passengers as well as a handful of dignitaries. It seemed that alcohol and engineering didn't mix as well as Alexander thought they did.
He fled, before he could be arrested for multiple murders. He fled before he could be lynched and torn apart by the angry mob. It took him years to travel to Egypt, hiding in small villages, living with various Bedouin tribe and keeping constantly on the move. He eventually found himself as a go between, a translator between various groups and those who wanted to sell them weapons. He's managed to make a good living and the clandestine nature of his new occupation helps keep him out of the view of those who would see him pay for his past crimes.