<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Johnforsythe23.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Archibald Warburton, the Ninth Viscount Warburton<br/><strong>Concept</strong>: British aristocrat and codebreaker<br/><strong>Description</strong>: 56 years old, but fit for his age. Full head of silver hair, sparkling blue eyes and a quick witted expression. Dresses expensively, when the opportunity affords it.<br/><br/><em><strong>Traits and Signs</strong></em><br/><strong>Central Trait</strong>: (Good) British Lord (wealthy, spotless etiquette, numerous contacts in aristocratic circles) [Sign: crisp English accent, medallion with his coat of arms on watch fob]<br/><strong>Side Trait</strong>: (Superior) Codebreaker (naturally talented with ciphers, codes and puzzles) [Sign: Does crosswords in a single pass, keeps a small notebook full of interesting number patterns he's toying with]<br/><strong>Side Trait</strong>: (Good) Charming (just tends to put people at ease) [Sign: Winning smile, always ready with a joke]<br/><strong>Flaw</strong>: Drunk (Can't get the day started without his gin) [Sign: Sterling silver flask that seems to need refilling a great deal]<br/><br/><em><strong>Stuff</strong></em><br/><strong>Finances</strong>: Embarrassingly well off<br/><strong>Equipment</strong>: Notebook, sharp pencil, flask of gin, lucky pocketknife, pocketwatch, monogrammed handkerchief, packet of dental floss<br/><br/><em><strong>Background</strong></em><br/><strong>Motivation</strong>: Asked to visit Al Amarja by a friend in the intelligence community. He was supposed to meet someone here, but apparently they've been delayed... Also, relentless curiosity.<br/><strong>Secret</strong>: Several years ago while driving drunk, struck and killed a woman with his car. It was quickly covered up, no charges pressed, and he never even learned her name. The memory still haunts him, though he hasn't given up drinking. In fact, it's gotten worse.<br/><strong>Important Person</strong>: Eric Bridgeman, an old school chum and current MI6 agent. Archibald's contact in the agency.<br/><strong>Personal History</strong>: Archibald was born to privilege, the eldest son of the Eighth Viscount Warburton. When only a lad of 15 he chanced to meet Admiral Hugh Sinclair himself in a train station. The Admiral observed the boy working the Daily Telegraph crosssword puzzle in record time. Despite his age he was recruited into the Bletchley Park effort, where he quickly distinguished himself as a natural at puzzles, codes and ciphers. Archibald was never formally in the military, but he made numerous friends with members of the intelligence community. In later years he would often be called upon as an outside resource to crack particularly difficult nuts, a hobby which served to enliven his otherwise fairly dull aristocratic existence.<br/>Today Archibald is a widower, his wife Wilma having succumbed to a rare tropical disease ten years ago. The two never had children, so his title and estate stand to pass to a distant nephew whom Archibald scarcely knows. Though he maintains interest in charitable concerns and constructs crossword puzzles for publication in his spare time, he feels there is something lacking in his life. When his contact within MI6 asked him to travel to Al Amarja as a special favor he jumped at the opportunity. Now, though, he feels that he might have gotten in slightly over his head, though it should be a grand adventure.