Name: Daniel Irving
Character model: Stephen Paul
Age: 26 years old
PoB: East London
Skill: Dead Aim
Bio: Irving was born in London to rather wealthy parents. He never saw them much though and his father was in the military most of his life. He didn't care much for schooling, often fighting with the other kids. He planned to become a fisherman as he grew older and eventually quit school. He never truly learned to read or write, finding his time better spent honing his fishing ability and practicing his budding medical skills. At 17 he was conscripted into the Queen's army and never having fired a weapon in his life he was not the best soldier at first. He was angry and bitter at having been forced into the service, longing for the East London docks where he would fish.
He spent the next three years in boot camp being trained. After a time he grew used to the routines of the army and became particularly fond of the musket which was standard issue which he spent hours loading and unloading each night to acquire a steady rhythm of the process. At 21 he was told he would be sent to the front to fight the men rebelling against the Queen. He cared little for the cause and instead gathered his belongings including the musket which had been given to him and left his base camp, stowing away on a boat bound for new lands.
He arrived on the shore of East Texas after months spent eating scraps from the boat and drinking the rain through the cracks in the wood. He lived off the land for his first year or so in the new world until he was found by a few American Soldiers and taken in to be either shot or trained. Having had prior military experience they took him on to be trained and he worked with the American Military until the age of 25 when he was sent to Blackwater to fight back the British flowing onto the lands. He never made it to the fight however.
The company of men he rode with were discovered at camp in the Great Plains by a warparty of Apache men dressed in the traditional Lakota garments. His company fought back as they were attacked and he watched as his fellow soldiers desecrated the bodies of the Apache with a sick kind of satisfaction. Lastly as the men rode about the plains displaying the bodies on spears and sticks they found the camp of the Apache party and slew the women and children and the elderly who were huddled within the wickiups. What he witnessed the soldiers doing to those defenseless Apache changed him forever.
He took up his musket and newly-issued flintlock and shot down the first of the men as they violated the women and he used the dead men's guns to shoot the rest of the company from a vantage point on a ridge overlooking the camp. He killed ever last soldier in his company and took scraps of their scalps and strung them out on a string of rawhide and tied the string to his neck. He burned the bodies of the soldiers and sat before the fire as it bristled and crackled and looked over the defeated and starved Apache women and children. He gave them the last of his food and water and rode off West away from the Battle of Blackwater determined to make any soldier he met on his way pay for their savagery.