Below is my character profile.  (Some minor additions have been made, but no other changes.)  The home world is left blank, as he won't necessarily be based on Shadow, so we'll have him living in some appropriate place.  Since I'm short on time for research, I'm open to suggestions as to his current home.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zY89l_mnCZc/TPER0VzUCUI/AAAAAAAABH0/u0iGRvTKsMI/s1600/V0024113F53.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong> Player:  </strong>NiceTexasGuy<br/><strong> Character name:  </strong>Thaddeus Bartholomew Green ("Bart" to his friends, "Colonel Bart" to his troops)<br/><strong> Gender: </strong>Male<br/><strong> Age: </strong>65<br/><strong> Home world:  </strong><br/><strong> Position on ship:  </strong>Owner (non-resident)<br/><strong> Usual occupation:  </strong>Shipping<br/><strong> Religion:  </strong>Christian - protestant - active in local church<br/><br/><strong> STRENGTH = </strong>7<br/><strong> AGILITY =  </strong>4<br/><strong> VITALITY =  </strong>4<br/><strong> ALERTNESS =  </strong>10<br/><strong> INTELLIGENCE = </strong>13<br/><strong> WILLPOWER =  </strong>13<br/><br/><strong> Strength(s) =  </strong>Business owner, respected community leader.<br/><strong> Weakness(es) =  </strong>Overall health generally failing.<br/><br/><strong> Skills &amp; skill levels for each =  </strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pilot- transports - 5 <br/>Riding - 2<br/>Zoology - 2<br/>Streetwise - 2<br/>Intimidation - 6<br/>Leadership - 8<br/>Pistol - 2<br/>Shotgun - 2<br/>Forward observer - 2<br/>Administration - 14<br/>Barter - 10<br/>Marketing - 4<br/>Persuasion - 7<br/>Cultures - 2<br/>History - 1<br/>Law - 2<br/>Politics - 7<br/>Sword - 1<br/>Tactics - 5<br/>Mechanical repairs - 4 <br/>Veterinary medicine - 1<br/>Performance - guitar - 5<br/>Land survival - 2<br/>Brawling - 2<br/></div></div><br/><strong> Weapons =  </strong>Along with a variety of weapons in his safe, he carries a small concealable pistol in a vest pocket, and has another in a desk drawer.  Two swords hang on the wall behind his desk, and a hunting shotgun is on display next to the swords.<br/><strong> Other possessions =  </strong>Not applicable, since he is not living the nomadic life of a crew member, his possessions are too numerous to list.  Suffice it to say he has a large ranch style home, on a ranch.<br/><strong> Biography = </strong>Born on a ranch, he started his own business at age 12, repairing junk farm and ranch equipment.  At 17 he left home to explore the 'verse, as a cargo hand on a transport ship.  Col. Green served in the war (the Independents, of course) and is owner of a transport business which was significantly devestated during the war.  He has spent the past few years building it back up, and has recently begun slowly selling off some of his assets.  (See below for a more complete biography.)<br/><strong> Other notes =  </strong><br/><br/><br/>Thaddeus Bartholomew Green ("Bart" to his friends, and affectionately "Colonel Bart" to his troops) was born on the planet Shadow to a hard boiled ranch forman and a very religious mother.  In his youth, he developed a fondness for collecting insects, playing the guitar, and dreams of interplanetary travel.  He started to show promise as a businessman when he was only 12, when he would charge business owners to haul off obsolete or broken farm and ranch equipment, repair what was salvageable, and resell it.  When he was 17, he left home to fulfill his dream of exploring the 'verse as a cargo hand on a transport ship.  For a short while he apprenticed as a ship's mechanic, but a planetside incident in which he salvaged a huge deal gone wrong brought him to the attention of the company's owner, who soon made the 22 year old a business manager in the company office.<br/><br/>When he was 25, Bart convinced his boss to sell him a damaged ship to repair and start his own freelance cargo operation on the side.  He began by contracting work with his boss' company.  Ten years later, he was married to the boss' daughter (Cynthia) and buying out his father-in-law's business.  It was a happy marriage and life was good, until his bride passed away, a victim of one of many diseases which had been unknown on Earth that was, attributed to the effects of terraforming.  Green then threw himself into his work, building up his business, establishing himself as a leader in the community, and eventually becoming a power broker in planetary politics.<br/><br/>When war came, he was on the fence politically.  Knowing the Alliance had the industrial might to eventually overcome the Independents, he urged his fellow leaders to continue seeking a political solution.  Nontheless, when the shooting started, he did the right thing and assumed his role as Colonel of the local Militia forces.  He also threw the full weight of his business enterprise into the cause.  While half his ships continued to function as interplanetary cargo carriers (after all, a nation needs an economy to survive) the other half of his ships were militarized and functioned as part of the "browncoat" Navy.<br/><br/>Col. Green's regiment and his business were devastated by the war, as most of those on the losing side were.  All his assets were "seized" at the end of the war.  The Colonel successfully negotiated the release of his few surviving ships and with the tattered remnants of his regiment, resumed building up his business.  He realized it would never be like it was in the old days, before the war, and that his health was beginning to fail.  It was to be expected -- the hardships of the war, the hunger, the weeks on end of exposure to weather extremes, the psychological strain of seeing long time friends wounded and killed.  Or dying of disease, just as his beloved wife had.<br/><br/>Ranching is just a hobby - it reminds him of his boyhood home.  However, he is seldom involved in any important decision making, and occasionally just saddles a horse and plays cowboy for a day for the distraction.  He also has a small office at the docks, and a business manager to run that office.  Most of his employees are former members of his regiment, and some of them act exclusively or double as his bodyguards.<br/><br/>Now determined to live out his final days as comfortably and peacefully as possible, he has begun selling off some of his company's assets ... his goal to eventually be free of the business altogether and enjoy his final days doing absolutely nothing.<br/><br/>Or is it?