<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc5777GoYi1r0gffeo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jackson Bartholomew Goudeau<br/><br/><strong>Player Name:</strong>Madmartigan<br/><br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong>White and Southern by the grace of God<br/><br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Just shy of six foot tall. Solid build with average muscle and deceptive agility. Curly, reddish-brown hair of a modest length that brushes his collar. Gold eyes hidden behind smoked lenses from sunup to sundown. His standard work wear is a bit on the shabby side - especially that short stack top hat - but he has been known to clean up well for special occasions. His deep voice is smooth as honey and there's usually a hint of fine tobacco smoke about his person.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heteroflexible.<br/><br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong>Strongly attracted to wealth, naivete, and winsome young things. Repelled by abolitionists and Yankees. Secretly fascinated by foreign women (those not fit to court in public) and the rare pretty boy who won't be missed. Player standards here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142240.msg6395997#msg6395997).<br/><br/><strong>Citizenship</strong>: Citizen for five years and owner of the Tupelo Trading Co., a riverboat transport operation with a small office and warehouse on the Gomorra docks. When piloting between Gomorra and Shan Fan, Goudeau resides in the captain's cabin on the Rising Sun riverboat. (Belongings 4) When in port, he takes a room in one of the high-class hotels for a few days at a time to enjoy the finer things in life.<br/><br/><strong>Public Knowledge</strong>: The moment he opens his mouth, you know he's from the deep South and proud of it. He answers to Jack if you've been introduced but only to Mr. Goudeau if you haven't. He is civil, even pleasant, to other business owners in Gomorra as long as they're white, though he's never spoken a word to Findley by anyone's recollection. (Intolerance) He employs a handful of transients and periodically offloads cargo at Kang's railway camp. Private deliveries are made after dark to the Den of Eastern Desires. If you know what<em>that's </em>all about, you'd best not be throwing stones in your glass house.<br/><br/>He's never wanting for coin but doesn't flaunt his modest wealth. (Dinero 2)  He likes to talk and, perhaps oddly, most people like to listen. (Gift of the Gab + The Voice, soothing) He wears no guns and has a knack for avoiding violent disagreements in public. Ranged weapons are assuredly not his strong point; the dark glasses he wears are due to sun sensitivity, not affectation. (Bad Eyes) In spite of his respectable behavior in the light of day there is a certain unsavory quality in his smile... especially when he's admiring the ladies.<br/>