[hider Lawrence Miller][b]Name:[/b] Lawrence Miller
[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Appearance[/b] 
5'11" with a set of baby blues and an intensely imposing stare. He is not overbuilt in his physique, but years of working as a farmhand have left him toned and strong. The ends of his hair lighten to a sandy blonde under the heat of the Florida sun, with a darker brown growing in at the root. He is typically handsome and keeps himself clean cut and neat - trimming his facial hair short and his hair combed just so. He doesn't mind getting dirty during work, because of this, most of his clothing is stained with splashes and mixtures of oils, dirt, and paint. He is not a man who smiles often, or shows much expression on his face, but when he does smile he has a good set of straight teeth - a constant surprise to him that even after so many brawls he has yet to lose a tooth. 

[b]Personality [/b]
A private man who fiercely guards the details of his life before he left the family home, he appears to have a somewhat unpleasant personality at first, and is a man of very few words. He can be contemplative and meditative, and those that he works closest to know very little about him. They would describe him as being introspective but likely with a past riddled with more filth than a Louisiana Bayou. 

He can come across as rude and blunt, and is the first to throw a punch when a punch needs to be thrown. When given space from others, he very much just gets on with it and will soften around those that are less demanding on him and give him the space to be his quiet and contemplative self. Despite what may be viewed as some shortcomings in personality - he has been able to build up a solid reputation for himself as being an honest and skilled craftsman. People trust that when Lawrence does a job, that job will be done the best it can be.

[b]History [/b]
Born one of five in 1907 to a Preacher and his wife in Shreveport, Louisiana, Lawrence spent his early years under the iron fist of his religious father. He had only one brother, and three sisters. As the middle child he would often feel excluded and overshadowed by his siblings. Still, he tried his hardest to catch the attention and earn the respect of his father. The only time he would seem to get that attention was when his father delighted in beating him, it was an honor that seemed to only be bestowed upon his first born son - as his youngest sibling, James, was the apple of his father's eye. 

Lawrence could do nothing right, no matter how well he read out scripture in Church, how he could retell the biblical stories, and no matter how much he prayed and worshiped... It was never enough. The actions of his father eventually broke his faith in God and religion, not to mention that God had never answered his prayers either... By his mid teens he was already a truly rebellious, reckless and troubled young man. He would get into fist fights, go out and vandalise buildings in the town, and would be a general nuisance - conducting disorderly behaviour on a frequent basis. It was never anything too serious, but it was serious enough to get repeated punishments from his father, and still, he never fought back. 

By far, the worst beating he ever received came when his father discovered that Lawrence had torn the inside pages out of a bible and replaced it with a stolen copy of Wuthering Heights. How was Lawrence to know that that very night his father would reach for that old dog-eared Bible to read his scripture - only to be confronted with passages of a novel instead. Such novels were forbidden in the Miller household, what was Lawrence to do? It hadn't been the first time he'd done such a thing. Reading was one of the few things that he actually, truly, enjoyed. It provided him a quiet space away from his home. He got to visit better places by thumbing through the pages of forbidden novels.

When he was 19, he walked in on his father fiddling his youngest sister, Dorothy. It was to be the first and only time he found the courage within himself to take a swing at his father - he reached for an empty bottle and landed the blow to the back of his fathers neck. The first and only time he would strike back at his father would just wind up being another instance in which the the Preacher overpowered and humiliated his son. His sister scolded him for coming to her defense - protecting their father. Unable to understand why she wanted to protect him, and shamed from losing to his father again, he took off that very same afternoon and never looked back. He stole a few pieces of jewellery, some dining silver, what little cash he could find - pawning everything but his mother's crucifix necklace in order to pay his way out of Shreveport.

For a good 5 years he traveled around - jumping from job to job. He discovered on his travels that putting his hands to work properly helped to drown out the noise and make him feel less anger and guilt. He eventually reached Cypress Hollow when he was 24. By then, he had built up some decent skills in craftsmanship and mending things. He wound up taking on some continuous work as a farmhand and handyman on the Tackett farm. 

A truly strange place for him to wind up, but for some reason he stuck around. There always seemed to be a fence that needed a new coat of paint, an engine that needed to be fixed, or furniture to be built. He kept to himself mostly, putting himself to good use by Henry Tackett, who unlike so many others he had worked for - really didn't seem to mind how rough around the edges he could be.

[b]Speech Color [/b]
[color=00746b]Teal - 00746b[/color]

[b]Traits [/b]
Imposing - [color=39b54a]+2[/color]
Craftsman - [color=39b54a]+3[/color]
Pugilist - [color=39b54a]+2[/color]
Reputable - [color=39b54a]+2[/color]
Hardy - [color=39b54a]+1[/color]
Abrasive - [color=9e0b0f]-1[/color]
Reckless - [color=9e0b0f]-3[/color]
Loud - [color=9e0b0f]-1[/color]
Hot Headed - [color=9e0b0f]-2[/color]

Skill Value - 3 

[b]Inventory[/b]
Crucifix chain necklace.
Several farm tools kept on a belt[/hider]