Name: Gregory C. Marshal
Age: 69
Height: 6' 2''
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair: Grey and thinning. Carefully combed.
Clothing: Maroon golfing jumper. Grey trousers. Grey Macintosh. black shoes.
Miscellaneous Appearance Descriptors: Thin, but healthy looking in spite of his age. Has many blotchy, blue ink tattoos on his arms and hands, indistinguishable with age.
Personality: Greg is most notable for his quick wits and sense of humour. He is fairly easy going and mild mannered, but worldly and wise. He gives the sense that he is everyone's grandfather.
Occupation: 8 years retired. Previously a mechanic.
Abilities: An excellent knowledge of motors and electronics (industrial and automotive). Can drive a number of vehicles, including trucks and boats. Can speak French and Dutch.
Fears: Greg is koumpounophobic (a fear of buttons). Just the thought of them makes him cringe, requiring him to deliberately occupy his mind whenever getting dressed in the morning. Also worries about growing senile/dependent.
Background: Greg has lived a long and diverse life. Leaving school at 14, with much of his education disrupted by WWII, he had a number of jobs before winding up as a mechanics apprentice. Greg married Kate Busby when he was 19, and had his first child six months after. Another two came along over the next few years. Conscripted into national service, he saw quite a bit of the world, and learned to despise many parts of it - he particularly dislikes French Canadians.
fifty years later, and Greg is alone. Kate passed away a decade back, he has long been retired, and his three children visit him once a week. With so much time to himself, Greg spends his time either down at the library, or playing on an old video game console with Arthur, a septuagenarian neighbor and his only living friend.
Items
wallet, watch and keys.
His wife's wedding ring on a silver chain.
When traveling long distance, he carries in a small suitcase:
money,
passport,
a change of clothes,
Toiletries,
a pair of slippers,
a novel,
a bag of liquorice