A character based in the world of Sherlock Holmes, much like the detective him self he is shrewdly aware of his suroundings, and uses his observations of the world around him to his advantage.
Some would call him aloof allmost all of the odd ducks who could pick apart the room piece by piece and put it back together are. He seems distant, and withdrawn from his suroundings. The specticals on his face are narrow, and he needs to look down threw them, the keep observist would undoubtably deduce that they were used primarally for reading, or the observation of things close at hand. When you break his shell, the precious egg contained there with in, is a friendly, charasmatic and kind to those around him. He adores children and will place him self in harms way to defend them. He seems as though at the moment he is uncharactoristicly cold. The torch of vengiance is clearly not one he's used to baring.
Primary Revolver/side arm: Model 1857 Lemat Revolver 9 shots .44 caliber and then 1 shot 12 gauge shot gun under berral
Secondary Side Arms: Twin Model 1860 Colt Service Revolvers in Army Caliber These guns are VERY ornate but allways loaded and readilly Drawn if neccisary.
Hide away Guns Four *One on both sides of both ancles* Model 1851 Colt Service "Sheriff" Revolvers in Navy Caliber
*a bit of a quick history leason for those of you who are going to inevitably tell me that the Colt 1851 and the 1860 revolvers are inproperly named No they're not I'm a weapons historian. Colt named all revolvers by two things. 1 the year it was Modeled, 2 the caliber in which it was chambered. This was the standard until the 1900's. So When you hear a 1851 Navy revolver. that means it was the Model 1851 Service revolver, Chambered in the .36 "navy" caliber. there are places that sell the 1851 service revolver in .44 caliber.. and still call it a "Colt Navy" But they are incorrect. The 1860 Colt Service revolver chambered in ARMY caliber, are chambered in .44 caliber. I do not call it Army caliber in the case of the Lemat, because Dr. Lemat did not utalize the colt system in the caliberization of his fire arms.*
Long Arms: Model 1866 double berral coach gun sawn down into a carbine slung across his back elevated so he can easally access it with his right hand.
State your name for the record please. John Edward Marshall Jr.
Age? I am 30 years old this summer sir
What is your reason for being in London? A man named Moriarty killed my crew, I intend to return the curtousy.
And how do you plan on accomplishing that? Moriarty is a master mind, you're just a sailer. Ahh, but you left a part out of that... I'm a sailer who in a past life used to rebuild and maintain german lock handcuffs, and these are not maintained at all, and I might add an antiquated model.
Those were the last words I said before I became a hunted man...
I was born in 1851 in a quiet town in northern Michigan, a little town called Mackinac. It was an island town, every one there was a fishermen, a bar keep, a tavern owner, or a soldier. Most of us were sailers. My fist posting was on a side wheeler ship, that was also out fited as a sailing vessel. She was the proud ship the USS Michigan. After the war though, the navy had no continued need for me, so I was rostered out of service at age 14 in Charlotte North Carolina. There I met a woman named Anne Tommy Beltroy, but the people in her service called her "Captain Tommy." She was beautiful as she was mean, and equal parts deadly. She took a shine to me because at a rather obvious disadvantage in size to one of her crew, I boxed his ears for being disobediant towards his captain, and adressing her with a manner that would be unwarrented simply on the regaurds that she was a lady. It didn't take long at all before I fit right in. That was nearly twenty years ago. I sailed with them faithfully ever sence. The maidenhead was my home. A man, a professor named Moriarty hired us to hawl for him, fifteen tons copper wire, two tons massive iron ore, and over three thousand gallon of the most vile mixture of Brine, and vinegur I'd ever smelled. He called it an Electro Acitone conducive fluid. When we pulled into London harbor, I was below in the bildges. I never heard the shots ringing out above, and I could only prosume that by the way my crew lay dead, they died at their stations, compleatly unaware of what happend. I was the soul survivor, but I remembered the pipe the man working for Moriarty smoked, and he was sloppy enough to drop it. Ever sence, I've been using my unique set of skills, to get vengiance.