Born in a small town in the west of Pennsylvania to Hungarian
immigrants, farmers, salt of the earth. Educated in seminary, he was
ready when the war started. The horrors broke him. The inhumanity
cracked his faith... In humanity. The man that came out on the other
side of the war was changed. He knew sin was at the cause of it all.
He knew he had to do whatever was necessary to stomp sin out. The
patient pacifist was gone. The right arm of the lord was awoken. He
understood the only thing that could save this world was a strict
moral code and the backbone to enforce



Tall, marked and stoic. Stands 6'1", and broad. Big man. Padre
imposes and yet feels as though he's constantly restraining himself.
Long hair, clean-shaven. Brown eyes that seem to know your soul. He
wears a black duster that licks the back of his black boots. Long
brimmed black akubra, titled forward, conceals his eyes. the only
spots of color are two glints of silver on either side of his hip
and the clerical collar poking out just above the dusters lapels.