Name: Leonard "Leathers" Russell
[b]Age:[/b] 33
[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at around 5'10 and of an average build, Leonard looks like your average farmhand at a glance. He possesses a pair of hard, brown eyes and short, sharp brown hair whilst he does his best to keep his jaw clean-shaven. His skin's been bronzed from years working out in the sun and the most obvious sign of injury from the war is the mess that is a discoloured wreath of twisted flesh caused by severe burns that runs up his left arm to his shoulder, neck and lower jaw, then down his back, earning him the derogatory nickname of "Leathers", something which he's since took on as a moniker to spite would-be commentators. 

Leonard tends to wear a white working shirt with a pair of brown slacks and working boots. When it's cold, he also wears a denim jacket but otherwise goes without. At his side, he keeps a Colt New Service holstered on his belt, a personal effect he's seldom seen without.

[b]Personality:[/b] From the get go, it's clear Leonard has little time to deal with other people's shit (especially stockbrokers) and prefers to see a job through rather than whine about it. He dislikes leaving a job half-done and would sooner work his fingers to the bone than cut corners as some might do in these times - another little trait he picked up from the army. He has a certain fondness for animals, particularly dogs and horses, and for a man of the time harbours no dislike or prejudice towards people of colour due to seeing them among the ranks of the American Expeditionary Force during the war, though he doesn't like Germans for obvious reasons and is ambivalent towards other foreigners.

Due to his time in the war and the experiences he went through, sudden, loud noises can startle him (which in turn makes him even more defensive) due to the memories of shelling and gunfire it resembles. As a consequence of this, he's found it difficult to function in the loud, cramped environment of the US industrial complex without relying on alcohol and instead prefers the hard, if relatively quiet work of life on the farmstead. He hates being around fire save when it's necessary (campfire on a freezing night, for instance) as a result of being burned in the war and a recurring nightmare is of being burned alive.

The only thing that can put his personal phobias aside is the consumption of alcohol, to which he's able to just function while under the influence. That aside, he also gives off an aura of a man who's constantly on his guard - something which contributes to his hard-nosed appearance and is related to the nightmare flashbacks he occasionally experiences. It's even rumoured among the ranch hands that he sleeps with a gun under his pillow. The only individual who he doesn't keep to himself around is his dog, a mongrel (that looks like a cross between a pit bull and a labrador) affectionally named "Petey" after an old war buddy.

[b]History:[/b] Hailing from the docks of New York, Leonard learned to work with his hands from an early age yet yearned for something else and when the US became involved in the Great War, he lied about his age and enlisted whilst still underage. Yet his time overseas left him with the traumas that one would expect from a boy exposed to the horrors of the Western Front whilst still learning about the world. By the time he returned home, Leonard was a different man scarred both inside and out, and soon found the burden of returning to and living changing New York too great to bear and, like many other returning veterans, felt out of place in society. Struggling to function in the cramped, noisy environment of the docks or the American industrial complex, he headed out towards the rural areas and briefly wound up working with some bootleggers during the 20s when he found himself reliant on alcohol to function before a souring experience turned him back towards an honest lifestyle, where he made a living wherever he could, working with his hands and getting on with it as any other man would. By the time he was up in Eastport he'd grown accustomed to this life.

[b]Speech Color:[/b] [color=green]Green.[/color]
[b]Traits:[/b]
Veteran +2
Sharpshooter +2
Farmhand +1
Quiet +2
Harry +1
Thick-skinned +1

Shellshocked -2
Addict -2 (To alcohol, at least when shit hits the fan)