[hider=Bartholomew “Barry” Grant]

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[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]
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[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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[hider=Mitch Kowalski][center]
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[color=E79028][b]Birthday:[/b][/color]
August 2nd, 1996
[color=E79028][b]Age:[/b][/color]
27

[color=E79028][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
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[color=E79028]Mitch’s wardrobe has always been function over form; comfortable, relatively loose and plenty of pocket space[/color]

[b]Occupation:[/b]
Owner of their family’s farm, though they delegates most of the tasks to their farmhands.
Their real passion occupation is being the local Veterinarian and making personal house calls

[b]Short Bio:[/b]
Mitch was born the last kid to a family of eight, five brothers, two sisters, a tough of nails father with an even tougher mama to boot. They were practically the runt of the litter, with the closest sibling in age being five years their senior. Games played with their brothers were always rougher than they should be and more than a tear was shed time and time again. ‘Boys will be boys’ became an all too common phrase in their household, and as annoying as that broken record was, a thought would finally click their head, [color=E79028]“Why don’t I just be like the boys?”[/color] An easier thought said than done, but time is a patient teacher and with each passing year, Mitch grew a little bigger and a little wiser. Soon enough Mitch was the one doling out comeuppance when their brothers got too rowdy with their sisters. Despite whatever tomfoolery they all got up too, or whatever trouble they got caught up in with their parents, life on the farm was relatively simple and quiet; too quiet for some.

Early in their childhood, they had taken a trip with their father to the Serrano Family Ranch in order to purchase a pair of new cows as the ones at home had become lame. This was the day that Mitch would meet their forever companions, the aptly named and devilish Moocifer, along with her sister the adventurous Mooana. This trip also became a defining moment in Mitch's life. As Javier Serrano was showing them around to the cows their family was to take home, a farmhand came running grab him. Mitch doesn't remember much of the conversation as Javier ran off, but they had this gut desire to follow Tio Javi as he ran into the barn. Inside was the mother cow, weak and distressed, her baby calf lying still, Javier's hands pumping into it's side. Less than a minute in tension passed before the calf shot up to life and everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was in that moment Mitch knew they wanted to become a veterinarian.

While Mitch enjoyed the peace of Sanctuary, their siblings slowly began to resent the quiet life over the years. It all started with their eldest brother Jacob, twelve years their senior. He was originally intended to be the successor of the farm, but ended up storming out one night after getting into a fight about his future. What began as a trickle, slowly deluged as every sibling, one by one, began to leave the farm for their own reasons. By the time the third sibling had left, all the fight was out of their father who simply watched his children go with dismay. Mitch was the last to leave, but whether it was out of a sense of duty to family, guilt for leaving their father or knowing that Sanctuary would always be home, they promised their father they would return; [color=E79028]“It’ll be just two years Papa, then I’ll be a doctor and an even better hand around the farm, I promise, it’ll be over before you know it”[/color]

Two months before Mitch was to complete their degree, both of their parents were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver. Wracked with grief they left school to return home and bury their parents, with most of their siblings returning home briefly to attend the funeral and to divvy up the assets from their parents' will. Everyone was given an equal share, with Mitch being given in addition to that the deed to their parents farm. Mitch was beside themselves, despite having grown up on the farm, they had no idea how to manage it and it didn't seem like any of their siblings had any intention of coming back to give Mitch a helping hand. All on their own in an empty house, a major decision weighing on their mind. Mitch needed to go back to school to graduate, but they couldn't just abandon the farm without someone to lead it. Ultimately it came down to two choices, sell the farm and pursue their dream, or abandon the idea of becoming a vet so that their family's farm could live on. It was not a decision to be made lightly and after a week of fretting over it, Mitch turned to Tio Javi for guidance. After some back and forth and more than a little convincing, Mitch was disinclined to sell the farm to anyone and Javier was more than willing to send some workers their way to tend to the fields. With the income generated from the farm Mitch could fund any materials, equipment or medicine they would need. Mitch would get their dream and in return they would be the first response should any of Javier's livestock fall ill. It was an mutually beneficial trade, one where Mitch could have their cake and eat it too.
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