Character's Full Name: Franklin Nashville Gregory
Nicknames or Titles: Sarge, Pa
Age: 48
Race: White
Description: Bears his Army-issue greatcoat from the war and a pair of brown civilian trousers. Bright red suspenders that are strapped over a white flannel shirt. Boots with no spurs. Not incredibly tall, nor noticeably short at a distance. Big floppy hat with a pair of bullet holes on the right side. 179 pounds at 6' even.
Personality: Noticeably lonely and quiet, but when talked to, he can chat up a storm. He has endless war stories and not enough time to tell them. Enjoys a good bottle of whiskey with or without a steak. Carries a fuck-your-shit attitude and is sometimes prone to fights, but he tends to avoid conflict as long as he can.
Occupation: Farmer
Hobbies/Skills/Professions: firearms and technology associated with it; good at soldiering and hates it; keeps simple things close that he can enjoy on his farm, like games or books (though he hardly knows how to play games or read); knows the ins and outs of any tool he might need on his farm (which isn't much);
Goals: live a few more years, feed his kids, and eat steak
Equipment: his day-to-day equipment varies, depending on which job needs done that day; he has every primitive farming tool imaginable, though they are dated and beginning to lose their worth; retains his full uniform from the war, including his cartridge and cap box, belt with the gold 'US' plate at the front, wool jacket and trousers, suspenders, forage kepi, and most importantly, his black felt hat. He has your standard household items, such as a wood-fired oven/furnace, three photographs (damn, they were expensive), books, some homemade furniture, and whatever else you would imagine in a farmer's home. 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 summertime.
Weapons: Has been collecting for several years, but the cream of the crop is: a pair of 1856 LeMat revolvers with James cartridge conversion, taken from dead Confederates during the siege of Petersburg; one Remington 1875, traded for an old violin with an African Boer; one 1861 Springfield rifle, United States Army surplus; many more, all hidden away at his home
Short Character Background: Born and raised in Jakal Flats, Colorado. Joined up with Union at the outbreak of the Civil War and served with the Second Colorado Volunteer Infantry. Saw action across the midwest (New Mexico, Indian Territory, Arkansas, Texas, and Kansas) with Confederate regulars and Indian irregulars. 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 cross-country into the southern theater of war, their purpose to crush the Confederate reach into the western territories and push them back to the main area of operations. After 4 years, the simple men from Colorado found themselves digging trenches outside of a town called Petersburg; 9 months later, they beat back the Rebels and were told they could go home.
Frank settled down after the war; after discovering his parents were killed by bushwhackers sometime in 1863, he got busy rebuilding it with his Army pay, and eventually met a nice woman from the nearby town of Reddick. After spending a few years going in and out of her father's lumber store, he got to know her quite well, and she developed a girlish crush on his resolve to fix his home. As soon as it was finished, they began courting, and eventually she asked him to marry her, to which he said he would. She bore him 7 children, 3 of which died in infancy, before she herself succumbed to Tuberculosis and was buried on the farm. Frank now spends most of his days teaching his children the little education he has, attempting to earn enough money to buy them books on educational subjects, which they gobble up endlessly. Without a school in town to let them attend, he has to watch them and care for them 24/7, which he doesn't mind a bit. He loves his kids; they're hard workers and smarter than he ever was. Ian, Daniel, Sarah, and Patsy; his last reason to stay around.