[hider=Bartholomew “Barry” Grant]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/H6tO8Oa.png[/img]

[color=789563][b]Birthday:[/b][/color]
October 3rd, 1984
[color=789563][b]Age:[/b][/color]
38

[color=789563][b]Hometown:[/b][/color]
Ontario, Canada

[color=789563][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/dpomXTS.png[/img]
[color=789563]Dons the gear of your average blue collar worker, lots of denim and button down flannels[/color][/center]

[b]Occupation:[/b]
General Contractor/Handyman/Landscaper
A run of the mill Jack of All Trades

[b]Short Bio:[/b]
Life from the very beginning was a challenge for Barry. Barry was born to a father who abandoned him, and to a mother who cared more about the needle in her arm, than the child she was supposed to raise. On the surface, he was your textbook case of ‘ne’er do well’ that all parents tell their children to avoid. In reality, he was a kid with a good heart and a smart head on his shoulders, but born into a toxic environment. Barry knew the cards he’d been dealt and he’d be damned if he didn’t survive long enough to make something useful with his hand. If that meant getting into a fight to protect someone in a jam, or stealing food just so he wouldn't go hungry for another night, then that’s what he did. 

When Barry came of age, he enlisted in the military and joined the combat engineers to further his education for life after. Barry felt like he’d finally dug himself out of his hole, but little did he realize the further challenges he’d face in the military. During his time enlisted, he served two tours in Afghanistan and a final tour in Iraq before being discharged. He’ll tell you that it’s because of the wounds he suffered, the long scar running down his face and neck are proof enough. Stare long enough and you’ll see the slight cloudiness in his eye, the subtle tilt of his head as he tries to listen to you, and the grim look of a man who’s lost more friends than he’d care to tell.

Barry had only served eight years, and felt it was too early for a retirement, opting to move somewhere small, remote and quiet. When the town of Sanctuary fell upon his ears, the irony wasn’t lost on him as he felt it would fit the bill. Packing up and moving out, he quickly established himself in the town as the kind of guy you could consistently and reliably get help from. Barry’s happy to help out the townsfolk whenever and he charged prices that he felt were fair and reasonable or offered favors/trades instead. When he’s not helping out at the town, he keeps to himself on his more reclusive homestead some twenty or so minutes outside of town.

Lately with the new influx of people and construction coming in, Barry’s been losing out on some of his clientele with larger contracting firms that can offer lower prices than he. Though this hasn’t soured his mood entirely, he is feeling the hit to his wallet and looks a little more tired than usual as he’s been keeping busier to compensate.

[b]Misc:[/b]
[hider=Maisy][img]https://i.imgur.com/RZyNRLQ.jpg[/img]
Guardian of the Homestead[/hider]
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