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[b]Name:[/b] Samuel Everglade
[b]Age:[/b] 39
[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Years in Whittier:[/b] 7
[b]Occupation:[/b] Teacher/First-Aider/Emergency Fireman
[b]Room Number:[/b] 1114 

[b]Personality:[/b] 
+ Knows first-aid; most things short of actual surgery.
+ After having been a teacher for so long, knows the many nooks and crannies of the building. The only way to catch truants is by looking in these places, after all.
+ Although cynical, can still retain a smile and humour is some bad situations.
- A *slight* drinking problem.
- Can be rather flippant and unpredictable in his actions.
- Quite happy to go over a line others wouldn’t dare to approach, as long as it means safety.

[b]Small Biography:[/b]
Samuel is English, born and bred. Even after moving from his home in London a good few years ago, he has retained the accent – and the unwavering sarcasm that the English stereotypically have had for years.
The reason for his moving about a decade and a half ago was the death of his wife and family. Coming from a well-to-do, Upper Middle-Class background, Samuel had a pretty easy life. Went to a fancy University, got a teaching degree, married a beautiful woman and had a great relationship with several of his brothers.
Until one of them got rather too familiar the family’s gun collection.
The reason for him snapping is unknown – it wasn’t to do with money, or some scandalous affair; he just went mad, seemingly. During a family Christmas at the parent’s large home in the country, he took a high-powered rifle and turned it upon his family. With Sam and his wife the last room to come to, Sam barricaded the door after hearing the gunshots, begging for his wife to climb out of the window and escape. Insisting that she wouldn’t leave him, they stood at the door together as the bullets pierced the wood, hitting them both. 
And that would have been the end of it. But when the police showed up the next morning, Sam was bleeding, hurt, and near to the brink of death; but alive all the same. After various operations, they saved his life, but with everything he had gone at the press of a trigger, he couldn’t bear staying in the same country. 
Selling the houses he had received in the will of his parents, he took the money and moved to America. After living as a nomad for a couple of years, he eventually settled in Whittier after hearing about it in a Canadian dive bar. It was small, out of the way, and he had money for enough alcohol to help him sleep at night, every night.
After a few years, he had gained a fairly decent reputation in the small community, and he found meaning in his life again. Regaining his cheerful cynicism, Samuel settled in more; not as the town drunk, but as a respected member of society. He still hits the bottle most nights, but compared to some of the others that spend regular nights in the drunk tank, he’s the picture of sobriety, and not an issue for the Sheriff.

[b]Relationships:[/b] Dislikes the mayor – the two have a rivalry, after having both been in the run for the job over several years. 
Has struck up a friendship with Officer Aaron McKenna.