FEARS
Large-scale Indian attacks
Confederate guerrillas who don't know when to quit
Fire that isn't being monitored
Total darkness
Starving to death
Freezing to death
Catching dysentary and shitting to death
Taking ill with any sickness
His family is dead
His weapon misfiring in combat

LIKES
Coffee
Bacon
Saltpork
Sugar
Pretty much all food
Music
Guns and their future
Playing Rounders
Hearing all the accents and meeting all the people in the eastern theater of war
Being a soldier

DISLIKES
Cowards who didn't serve their country (whichever country it may have been)
Fools who fight for no reason
The Yankee culture east of the Mississippi
How big the United States is
Being afraid
Losing at Rounders
Indian Territory (not because of Indians, because of the heat)
When his weapon doesn't fire after he cleans it
Having conversations with Italians
Blackpowder guns; every gun in the world should be cartridge converted

PERSONALITY
Frank is noticeably quiet, but when talked to, he can tell you every detail about anything he's ever experienced. He has endless war stories and not enough time to tell them, or maybe just not enough people to tell them to. He enjoys a good bottle of whiskey with or without a steak, and this sometimes leaves him prone to fights. He has been a gunsmith since 1863, when the company gunsmith was shot down at the battle of Honey Springs in Indian Territory and needed to be replaced, and thus, his hands are rough and calloused from working with machinery and oil for the last decade. He tries to enjoy simple things as much as he can, but keeps God closer than anything he might treasure in His fragile world.

SPECIALTY
Frank was raised in the mountains of Colorado, where he learned to track, shoot, and survive at all costs. He is familiar with plant and wildlife, knows how to make food last for weeks on the trail, and can find anything that doesn't fly on God's earth. He's a crack shot with anything that'll ignite gunpowder, and gets every one of his clients in any parameters the employer might set. He's responsible for collecting the fares of multiple WANTED signs across the midwest, and has a reputation for always getting his man.

OTHER STRENGTHS
Pugilism/knife fighting
Farming
Thinking
Repairing any kind of machine
Talking to males

WEAKNESSES
Reading/writing
Getting attention from females
Gets easily exhausted in heat
Is slightly paranoid
Not cultured

WEAPONS
His gunbelt holds an Arkansas Toothpick and three cartridge boxes, filled to the brim with modern brass casings for an 1856 LeMat revolver taken from a dead Rebel dismounted cavalryman at Petersburg. He has since smithied a cartridge conversion from blackpowder to the more popular and very abundant .45 Long Colt, as well as 16 gauge shotgun shells. He is also in possession of a weapon recently approved for widespread distribution by the US military: Colt's Single Action Army revolver with a cavalry-length 7 & 1/2-inch barrel, brand new wood grips, and fresh off the production line from Connecticut. When on the trail, he keeps a Winchester 1866 musket-repeater with a long-range peep sight installed in a saddle holster, with an optional bayonet on his saddlebag.

MISC.
His day-to-day equipment is very scarce; since he's gone to war against criminals everywhere, he is currently resorting back to wartime necessities. He has a horse, named Tornado, that his sons found during a cattle drive and decided to give to him as a birthday present; Tornado is 7 years old and is black as a night sky in wintertime, and the old boy allows Frank's aging muscles to go far without being destroyed by his ratty boots and 100 lbs of gear. There is a quantity of Union army surplus gear loaded onto Tornado's back to help allow Frank to reacclimate to trail life, including a groundcloth and wool blanket, a small skillet and larger frying pan, three large canteens made of tin, a haversack, an older knapsack with a wooden frame and front flaps, and another large saddlebag filled with foodstuffs.

Frank Gregory was born and raised in Jackal Flats, Colorado, spending most of his life there except for the few years he spent in the field with the Union army. He volunteered for military service at the outbreak of the Civil War and served with the 2nd Colorado Volunteer Infantry, and subsequently saw action across the midwest (New Mexico, Indian Territory, Arkansas, and Missouri) with Confederate regulars and Indian irregulars. He fought with distinction in minor engagements through the Trans-Mississippi campaign until his unit was ordered to join a larger force, designated the 'Frontier Brigade', to march and ride (mostly march) across the country into the south-east theater of the war for reassignment to units pressing through Georgia. Their purpose was to crush the Confederate reach into the western territories until they linked up with the Army of the Potomac. After 4 long years, the simple men from Colorado found themselves digging trenches outside of a town called Petersburg, wearing the green uniforms of the Berdan Rifles, or the 2nd US Volunteer Sharpshooters; 9 months later, they beat back the Rebels and were told they could go home. Frank hung around for awhile, doing odd jobs in the reconstruction effort, but discovered he could not stomach the local populace's way of doing things, and set off to go back to Colorado. To pay for his journey, Frank took up jobs hunting down Confederates that hadn't given up yet, a headhunter being paid by the body. By the time he reached Colorado, he didn't want to stop; bounty hunting was a good job that he enjoyed, and it almost made him feel like the war wasn't over. He began pursuing criminals and thugs for money regularly, taking on manhunting as a career to support himself and his family, sending the money directly home to his wife and five children. Now, with most of the post-war gangs out of action, except the James-Youngers whom Frank was paid off to let 'slip away' from him, Frank has received an offer from an English firm for work overseas, much to the chagrin of his wife.