Every reporter loves a big story, even if it's the end of the world.
Ernest, or as some call him 'Ernie', is a surprisingly slight man. He stands around 6 feet tall, possessing a slim figure despite having what some would call a beer gut. He dresses in an extravagantly tourist-esque fashion, having a tendency to wear Hawaiian shirts and khaki pants regardless of the weather. He's rarely seen without a cigarette and a pair of aviators. He has a perpetual 5 o clock shadow and a thick tangle of hair atop his head that only seems to add to his already abstract appearance.
For the most part, Ernie is a well meaning guy, uproarious in social situations. He excels at telling stories to accompany a round of drinks which are usually on him. Despite this, he has the typical journalist's knack for deception and a willingness blackmail a subject if it makes for a better story. Ernest is a man that shows a distinct interest in various vices, even now that he's in his late 20s. He found at an early age that most narcotics and psychedelic drugs did not suit him, since then he's stuck to mainly alcohol. He's a firm believer in written journalism opposed to broadcast.
-Clothing
-Cigarettes
-A flask
-A small notepad and a pen.
Ernest did a lot of Journalism stuff. He's currently on leave, deciding to take a pseudo vacation in Europe, first stop being London.