Name: Alexander Calhone (Jaws, Swamp Thing)
Age: 35
Species: Aquatic mutation (Failed experiment)
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 290 lbs (Post change)
Appearance: Special Needs: Cannot survive for long periods of time out of water. Can survive in fresh or salt water but requires access to both in order to stay healthy. He is greatly limited in mobility and cannot move far outside of water. Therefore he must receive assistance when inside the facility and/or out of water. Due to this there is a stream specially installed to run through the facility as well as equipment to hoist him up and to any areas that would prove impossible for him, or the staff to achieve with carrying him.
Strengths: Patient: He spent over 15 years dealing with his spouse and between 10 to 13 with the pampered kids. Being stuck on an island with all your needs met as a freak is a cake walk. Learned: Take the time to listen to him and he has words of wisdom that people will want to know. This pertains to the island as well.
Weaknesses: Alcoholic: He gets sick if he drinks now but it doesn't stop him from 'drinking like a fish' if he is presented with a bottle. Stubborn: Once someone pisses him off he will go out of his way to keep them from changing his mind. If you can get him to speak to you after that its mostly just to bad mouth you.
Career: Construction Contractor
Weapons: Has a harpoon gun and a knife hidden away back before he was water bound. He can't reach them now.
Personality: Used to be a quick lipped hot head till the last few years. Now he's much harder to anger. He'd much rather lay back and take in the sun. Not to say that he won't get mad if you insult him. He can hold a grudge for a long time.
History: His marriage hasn't been the kindest to him. He married too young and now the spouses hardly know each other with how much they've changed over the years. There were also the usual complaints. Not doing enough around the house, or going on trips like they used to, but he now had a mortgage to pay. She insisted to send the kids to private schools and have him pay for sports, music lessons, every penny of it draining right out of his wallet in front of his very eyes. Yet it still wasn't enough. They wanted new cell phones every few months, and weren't the least bit afraid to spend any cash they begged him to give them. Just when he thought it would stop they would come back for more like hungry baby birds.
He had enough of dealing with the drama. Doing something for himself for once he took up sailing lessons and took out a loan to purchase a fairly modest boat. After that he patiently waited for the next time his wife tried to weasel by for a big ticket purchase for 'them', ie for herself. He hauled off on her knowing she would follow him to the ends of the earth after all the shit he flung at her by speaking his mind. All the sweeter to watch her expression as he sailed off into the sunset while flipping her the bird. She couldn't serve him with divorce papers if she didn't know where he was going. He took almost everything of worth out of the bank and sold off everything but the house and the car. Let the bitch fend for herself with the kids for a while so she would know what it felt like. He had enough to last him at least a few years if he budgeted it enough. God knows he's had years of practice already. He would sail all along the coast until he got tired of it or ran out of money. That was his plan.
During one of the harsher storms he was knocked off course and ended up on the island. He was one of the first to end up there. Not only that but he was smart enough to hide away some of his tools and supplies before the island security caught him. This was before the surveillance cameras were installed.