Luther Masters, Ex US Marines officer, professional thrill seeker and drunk.
Luther stands a strong man for his height, well built and muscled, not awfully unattractive to the opposite sex either. His rougher years have left him with surprisingly few permanent marks upon him that would not have been helped through his dress sense, even outside of active duty he will often be seen wearing a military long coat and a sturdy suit beneath it, as powerful as he is Luther is rarely unarmed and is often found to be carrying his large bowie knife and sometimes his old service pistol, a colt M1911, usually by police officers trying to prevent a brawl once every couple of months, the weapons are at least licensed.
Luther's small but powerful build is augmented through a penchance for cowboy hats, perhaps from his upbringing but he will often be on active service sporting either a jungle BDM cap or even a bush hat, the latter being his favourite, his typically Texan bristly mustache flouting out from beneath it and a thick wiry but well trimmed head of hair.
A not at all unimpressive man to see entering a room Luther can certainly make his presence known when he needs to.
The Masters family were typical Texans, they had the life of cowboys and every child was able to ride an animal well by the age of eight and could rope cattle with a certain ability just a few years later. The people who bear the name Masters are well respected in Austin's more outlying areas but suffer from a dying lifestyle threatening the way of life that they love.
Luther's mother and father also gave the man a younger brother and sister, the brother 3 years younger (David) and the sister almost 10 years younger (Evelyn). Mr James Masters and Mrs Amber Masters (Formerly Miss Amber Godwin) were forced into a decision when Luther had turned 19 years of age to either continue farming in the way that the family had done for all the time that anyone could remember and loose everything they had or move into the tourism. The decision seemed simple to them and they readily made it moving into giving people, especially corporate clients, a means of reliving the past and learning almost forgotten skills. The idea did not sit well with Luther, he felt that they had betrayed what he had come to love all his life and instead decided to seek his worth in the world. Some six weeks later he entered training as a colonial marine, later becoming an armourer and advancing through training to become a Lieutenant after passing out of the venerable west-point military academy some short distance from New York.
For all their disagreements Luther never lost touch with his family and often takes time to talk with his sister and brother in particular whom remain to help his parents run the new found and profitable enterprise that they now have.
In all the history of the Masters family they have never been better off or had better future prospects than they now have, what that cost Luther was the way of life he wanted and loved, even though he will someday inherit all of this wealth he has already decided to simply forward it to his brother and sister who were always less attached to the old western life than he was. Now Luther has no intention of becoming the further sire of his family, or anything else for that matter. To his mind he will defend those he loves, unfortunately that now includes the marine core.
Yes, Luther is bitter, and can often be seen by himself gathering his thoughts, his overly aggressive appearance tends to keep most persons away from him anyway, especially when coupled with his gravelly Texan accent and ability to swear in ever more creative manners around everyone of equal or lesser rank, in other words everyone without five gold stars, this attitude has earned him a certain amount of dislike from superior officers.
Luther is man who likes his drink and his women, he is also very fond of his cigars and will drink, cavort and misbehave with all those he serves with, he treats it as a perk of the job but only pines for the chance of some action, in all his years of training he considers himself, somewhat arrogantly perhaps, to be one the best there is and can readily perform all manner of duties with almost any small arm, one of his all time passions. It is not unknown for him to treat a weapon with more respect and care than himself.
Gruff and to the point Luther's underlying with and intelligence is thinly veiled behind his rugged and practical mannerisms that separated him from other officers, much as with any commissioned serviceman. The core was his life and he left the service around a wound he received in a skirmish during the summer of November 15th 1918 from German SS deserters who refused to believe that they had lost some time ago, Luther detested having to hunt down a defeated enemy and even more detested that they could not see the logic in their situation. Needless to say the only surviving SS men were put to death by firing squad under martial law, Luther now sports a large scar across his left rib cage from grenade fragments and a smaller bullet wound on his right thigh. The skirmish took place amongst a secluded area of the famous black forest and will forever remain within Luther's bitter memory.
Luther served throughout what would become known as the great war and perhaps lost a few pieces of himself along the way, from trench to trench and skirmish to battle, he served his country well and was commended for his conduct under fire many times. He commanded the respect of his men as he was always the first man onto the field of battle, unfortunately a couple of wounds prevented him being the last off but he won the respect of those under his command time and again. In truth he simply was not afraid to die after some time spent in the killing fields of France, he simply did not care about himself anymore and was placing a higher value upon those he commanded, only he ever understood this but throughout the war he developed past this to become an extremely capable officer.
At present Luther drinks and smokes a lot while deciding in which manner to develop his life, he spent some time recovering from his wounds and eventually led a small expedition through the rocky mountains for some rich, and very fat, English gentry, he found the experience distasteful and pines for a more adventurous life where he can meet new challenges and most of all the thrill of combat.
[O.O.C.] Z could you please gen me his stats as I don't have my Cthulu stuff with me, also please drop in the appropriate skills for him here and there. If you are not too happy about the gun and such they can always be removed. Give me a shout if you have any thoughts or queries.