[hider=William Graham] [u][b]Name:[/b][/u] William Graham [u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 23 [u][b]Sex:[/b][/u] Male [u][b]Race[/b][/u] Human [u][b]Biome:[/b][/u] Shop [u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u] Hetero Sexual [u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u] Single --- [u][b]Height:[/b][/u] 6' 0" [u][b]Weight:[/b][/u] 202 lbs [u][b]Hair:[/b][/u] Dark Brown [u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u] Brown [u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u] Tanned [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/ab/3a/37ab3ad3987a54f7b9300fb986c77ee2.jpg[/img][/center] His build is kind of stocky and built. While he was more school based, his family were ranchers and he grew up helping out on their farm. [u][b]Skills:[/b][/u] Folklore, Storytelling, Camping/Hunting, Farmwork, Animal Care, Carpentry, Merchantile ---- [u][b]Likes:[/b][/u] Animals, People in General, the Myths and Legends regardless of the culture, Working on Cars, Building/Fixing, Teaching, Most Movies (Action, Animation, and Horror Genres) Whiskey [u][b]Dislikes: [/b][/u] Corrupt or incompetent Bureaucracies, Needlessly restrictive traditions, Bigotry, Politics, Needless Cruelty, Television (He could never just get what was on), Warm Beer (He'll literally gag) [u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u] A descendant of the Ho-Chunk Nation, William grew in a family of ranchers and farmers that tried to uphold the traditions of their ancient and lost culture. William did his work as a kid, went to school, learned everything he needed to learn. His grandparents told him the stories of their tribe, passing down the lessons. While he took the legends to heart with a childlike interest he still has to this day, it developed into a general interest of people in general. While his family would have liked to have him stay and continue the family line, his interests and pursuits were more social in nature. Being the first of his family to graduate college with a business degree. Actually starting his career however, lead to some setbacks, until he received a store in the will of his granduncle... [u][b]Your Story: [/b][/u] The pickup truck served him for over a decade now. Its struts were coated in rust, its engines nearly black from carbon and soot. It grinded, grumbled, but it rolled along like its supposed to. It was an old reliable girl and it's driver took care of it, even if it did show it's age. In its back, held down with bungee cords and tarps were the bags, boxes and brick-a-brack that was the entire life of a single young man. It was all he had, all he needed, for now anyway. He had some money left to him from his uncle to get things going, but other than that, he got an address. A shop somewhere in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. It was a job, something he didn't have for the past three months. Graduating college didn't guarantee anything along the rust belt. He thought about computer store, pharmacy, applying as a shift supervisor somewhere, but either he could never get the credit for the loans for a starter, or the places were soul crushing bits of corporate run off. He'd barely get enough to live even if he slaved away for a couple hours. It was moments like this he wished he'd been an engineer, or IT. Too late now. Atleast the place was a shop and atleast he could run it his way. He didn't expect anything more than a tacky tourist shop but what else was he to do. It might be his big chance. Even on the highway, one could tell just how far it was from civilization. The exit was coming up, and it wasn't even for a town. The entire off ramp was dedicated to a single sign giving the parks name, but nothing else. No camping grounds, no hiking or fishing spots. That didn't bode well. His truck hugged the curve as he looked out over the acres of farmland designed for dairy cows. It meant that there must have been a town somewhere, it might be miles, but atleast he had that. His road crossed several intersections, the flatness of the plane gave way to the rising bit of tree and hill. It loomed over him like a tidal wave that only got bigger and bigger as he approached. He caught it just as the sun passed behind some clouds, giving the whole bit of trees a sinister look, like an endless row of teeth from some giant monster. He shoke his head, his imagination running away with him like it usually did, even at his age. A lonely bumpy road was next, probably doing a number on his tires, but the parking lot was a nice change to the lonely road. He wondered how many people would actually come out this far. Hikers, campers. He could only guess. He stepped out of his truck and approached with a letter in hand, the silver key to the shop within. "Golde Locks?" [/hider]