[hider]Name: Roderic,(redacted)
Nickname: The Hand, The Fourth Man. 
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Looks: Roderic's features hearken from a position on the globe far away from his current area of operations. His strong, linear jawline, full lips, black hair and high cheekbones are reminiscent of the romanticized Indian brave. These features are muted slightly, lacking the extreme proportions of the pure blooded, rendered subtle by distinct European ancestry. Mirroring the ink blackness of his locks, Montana's eyes are the colour of the night sky, with pupils indistinguishable from the shade of his Iris. Standing at 5'10, he boasts a figure honed by martial and strength training. Hard bodied with compact muscle, he prefers to keep his figure trim and functional.

Personality: Roderic's real world persona was that of Janus, Greek God of January. Many faces, many personalities, many names and many reasons. His line of work called for it. The man he was, the essence of his being was made redundant in the ever changing tide of intelligence. He didn’t simply adopt a role, he became his role. The the expat, the engineer, the bodyguard, the specialist, in many ways falling into wonderland for the first time, barring the initial confusion was more of the same for Roderic. Ever the Intelligence operative he could adopt a role, and live in it, minus the headache maintaining cover at all times. In this world, it had seemed almost taboo to ask someone who they truly were, to dig past the the person they had become in this queer land. 

Beneath it all however, is calculating man. One who is verbally reserved, and opts for bouts of extreme violence over vulgarities and shouting. Roderic seems flirt with sociopathy, being largely unmoved by death and suffering, along with a remorseless attitude toward taking life himself. All things considered, he operates within a code of ethics, and has a soft spot for children. 

History: Roderic's childhood was both eventful, and uneventful, but irrelevant to the man he is now. He found combat a closer draw to his true card than a classical education, and more visceral than mixed martial arts had proven to be. After serving a few years in the armed forces, he grew disillusioned with being a pawn to Government policy he often opposed, and left. He started a private security company soon after, which dappled in mercenary work, and counter-intelligence, the latter being what required his attention in recent years. 

Perhaps that is what drew him to this land, after all, if he hadn't crashed through that window in Dubai, he might not have made it to Wonderland at all. 
Occupation: Private Security, Intellgience Operative
Job: Jobless, looking to apply his unique skill-set where it will be most rewarding. 
Crush: None
Other: Really good at darts. Not very good with liquor. 
Played by: Magister [/hider]