Full Name: Adam Owen Mellors
Nicknames: None
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Birthday: July 9
Occupation: Stablehand
Nationality: Welsh
Height: 6ft 1
Weight: 12 stone 4
Build: Muscular
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Scars: Eight-inch burn scar on left shoulderblade from hot shrapnel wound
Adam is tall, dark and brooding, with a sinewy, muscular build and a weathered look from his constant outdoor work. He walks with a swagger that is only partly due to spending so much time in the saddle. His hair is longer than current fashions but, he says, 'you wouldn't cut a stallion's mane, you're not cutting mine'.
Skills: Adam is familiar with all the duties of the stable, from grooming to foaling, from feeding to riding. From his time in the army, he knows how to shoot a rifle. He can skin and prepare game. His singing voice is deep, loud and tuneful. Finally, he plays a mean game of poker.
Quirks and Habits:
Likes: Women - Of all shapes and sizes. Of all ages and marital persuasions.
Dislikes: Laziness, waste and pretension - Adam rises early, works hard, plays hard, then sleeps contentedly.
Fears: Adam isn't the type to burden himself with worries about the future, about his place in the world or its interest in him or otherwise. As a strong and physically confidant man, he isn't scared of much. However, his carefree exterior hides how much he cares about 'his' horses - he hates to see them suffer unneccessarily, especially at the hands of humans.
Aspirations: Similarly, Adam is a man of few dreams, instead content with his current existance, and not prone to looking too far ahead. He is, however, keen to be made stablemaster when the current holder of that role retires in a few years.
Written description: Adam grew up on his father's isolated smallholding in rural Wales, where he developed an almost symbiotic relationship with the old drayhorse, Gideon. In 1916, he was conscripted into an artillary battalion, and spent two years amid the mud, murder, and metal, anethema to the nature-loving young man. While recovering from a shrapnel wound in a rear area, Adam chanced upon the cavalry regiment and struck up a brief conversation with Lord Courtenay-Hale while admiring his mount.
On his discharge from the army, Adam returned home to find his father at death's door - Adam hadn't been told he was ill so not to worry him at the front - and his brother running the farm. A week later, the old man died, and Adam walked the 70 miles or so to Astley Park to ask Lord Courtenay-Hale for a position. Not even a week had passed before he set eyes on his new employer's daughter...
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Mother and older brother life on the family farm in Clwt-y-bont in north-west Wales.
Secret Word: Astley