Fred Black

Clothes:

 * Off the job, or exercising;
 * Favours dark blue track suits with sturdy black boots.
 * On the job, or formal occasion;
 * Likes to wear a brown suit, with either sturdy black boots for well polished brown shoes.


 * Usually wears hardwearing black boots, or blue slippers when at home.
 * Has numerous pairs of leather gloves, (either in dark blue, black or brown)

Role playing notes:
Fred usually has a very relaxed and lazy manner about him. It is not uncommon to fine him with his feet up, while leading backwards on a chair. Yet he visits his local gym two times a week, and goes for a jog about three am most mornings.

Due to a rich upbringing before being disowned by his father, Fred has a habit of looking down his nose to people he is unsure of, or does not respect. He also has a habit of lapsing into “proper” English every now and then. Also writes a letter to his mother once a month.

Drinks tea by preference, hates cigar smoke, and coffee. A slight vain streak but willing to get dirty when the job requires it.

Skills:
Fred by and large doesn’t think like your average Joe. He see’s the world in a more practical way, and can analyse almost anything put before him. This makes him great at thinking outside the box, as well as pointing out flaws in other people’s plans.

Fred is also blessed at being ambidextrous.

Additional
>UPDATE

Fred has picked up the knack for turning almost anything into a deadly weapon, a very usual survival trait for a Rift Hopper.

Fred best friend when he was a kid with called Hugh Bourne. They spent many a day playing together and as they grew up they shared an ambition to join the army and fight for Queen and Country. Their ambition was so strong that by the age of twelve they were no longer playing games but exercising and learning all they could.

While Hugh was all for the guns blazing and heroic missions, Fred was more interested in how to plan and execute missions. They got into a lot of trouble with Fred thinking up dangerous ideas, yet always working out how to pull them off, and Hugh’s passion and daring to do anything that Fred could think off.

Through school they were inseparable and the only thing that stood between them and being ridiculed by the school bullies were their strong physic and daring. Though girls swooned after them, and the younger boys wanted to be just like them, they were always there for each other, and were ready to stand up for others that were too weak to look after themselves.

College came and they enrolled into pre-uniform. There friendship which held them so strongly together was what earned the respect of their tutors and fellow classmates. Yet halfway though their first year, Fred’s father imposed his will, and forced Fred to take up a more respectable and less dangerous job in life. He wanted Fred to be a Lawyer just like him.

Fred rebelled as best he could, but his father refused to let him have his own way, and just to rub Fred’s face in the dirt, he moved him to another college and banned him from seeing Hugh ever again. One day two years later, Fred got a letter from Hugh while refusing to do his homework yet again. He read it quickly and was rushing down the stairs when his father stopped him.

An argument broke out between them as Fred felt he had to help Hugh, yet his father made it quite clear what would happen to Fred if he abandoned his homework for some stupid childhood friend. The Argument ended when Fred hit his father across the face and stormed out of the house.

Knowing full well that he would no longer be able to go home, Fred ran with full determination to help his friend. He arrived at Hugh’s house just over an hour later and was up the stairs and bursting into his old friends’ bedroom. They spent the next two nights planning on how to help Hugh out of his problem.

On the third night, dressed in plain dark clothes they walked out into the night. They headed for a small park a few streets away. When they got there the only other people there were a medium sized street gang that wanted vengeance because Hugh had prevented their leader from raping a young homeless woman five nights back.

They had demanded Hugh meet them here, or that they would rape his mother and sister, kill his father, burn down his house, and when they were done making him pay though his family, kill him. Hugh knew he had no change alone to sort them out, which was why he had written to Fred.

With Fred thinking about the problem Hugh had finally been able to get some sleep. The plan was simple. Take down the leader, and the rest would scatter. All they had to do was get to him. While Hugh had gone into the park though the front, Fred had gone round the back. Against so many, a hand-to-hand combat would result in both their deaths.

So Fred had studied the layout of the park, and then spent a few hours re-practicing with a standard issue military throwing knife. God bless the internet and money. Fred carefully had climbed a tree and waited in the dark for the right moment, as he watched grimly as two large brutes held Hugh tightly so their cowardly leader could beat Hugh up without having to worry about Hugh hitting back.

Just as the leader had pulled back his right fist to smash it into Hugh’s face, Fred threw the knife with deadly accuracy. The leader’s fist swung forward, but never made it to Hugh’s face as he fell sideward’s with a scream as the knife pieced into the side of his chest

Fred watched as some of the kids scattered, while others just stood around with their mouths open, or being sick. Just as Fred was about to jump down to get Hugh out of there, their plan backfired as the cops turned up. Hugh sent a warning look to Fred before grabbing the knife and pulled it out. The cops swarmed over Hugh quickly throwing him to the ground.

Fred quickly jumped out of the tree and across the street. Once he was safely behind a wall he looked back to see Hugh being cuffed, as the cops rounded up the few kids that remained. Fred knew what Hugh had done for him. And why he had done it. Fred had helped save his family, so Hugh had given his freedom up by grabbing the knife that Fred threw so they wouldn’t know he was there.

Fred fled as the ambulance turned up. He walked round the back of his fathers’ house and checked to see if his father was in. Luckily it seemed he was out on business again. He went in though the back door and before taking two steps into the house his mother swept him up in her arms.

They spent a few hours talking, before his mother gave him all the money in her purse and told him to pack what clothes he could before his father got home. Once he was packed his mother informed him that his father had disinherited him, and that he would never be able to return.

After making him promise to write once a month to let her know he was ok, Fred left his home for the last time. With the money his mother had given him, and the money she’d told him she would wire into his account, Fred soon had himself a little house and a few weeks later was working for a supermarket.

He got his lawyers degree and soon had himself a job for a small time lawyer company. He was restless in such a boring job, and spent his evening walking the streets looking for trouble. When he found it, he set it right where he could, in respect for his friend Hugh. A few years later he got a plain letter saying they had a job he might be interested in.