Foster Prescott

Name: Foster Prescott
Nicknames: His military buddies called him Deadeye.
Face/Model Claim: Tom Hardy
Age: 38
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Hometown: Denver, Colorado

Job: Former US Military, now a Groundskeeper.

Appearance: Foster stands at just over six foot tall. At 175 lbs, his frame broad with an ample amount of muscle on his torso and arms. His muscle mass in the lower half of his body isn't what it used to be as a result of his injuries, but it isn't so disproportionate that it is overly noticeable. His narrow eyes are set in a deep blue color, offset by his freckled skin and reddish brown hair, his eye color is often mistaken for hazel or brown until one gets up close. He keeps his hair cut short, as he has no patience to style the natural curl in his hair, as well as out of habit in being former military.

Personality in Brief: Foster is a prideful, quiet man. Brusque in nature, he is not an easy man to know by any means. He is known to observe people thoroughly to decide whether or not they are worth communicating with at any point beyond normal social pleasantries. He isn't purposely rude, though he can appear to be somewhat of a jerk based on his social behavior. He is not a charming, smiling fellow that socially gets along with anyone. Muted emotive displays often make others uncomfortable. A hard nut to crack, Foster only opens up to those he feels he could trust, though it isn't easy to get into that position with him. But once you're there, he would do anything for you.

Any other notes: Foster walks with a pronounced limp that has gotten better over time. He is able to run, barely, but it brings him pain to do so in extended lengths. He refuses to walk regularly with a cane, but on especially painful days, he will succumb to the need, though as a measure of pride, he tries to do so only when he is home and no one can see him.

Tattoos:  As the jacket came down his arms, it revealed that he had a short sleeved shirt on and that short sleeved shirt revealed a hint of the shoulder tattoos that he had, as well as fully revealed the large forearm tattoo he had on his left arm, which consisted of several solid bands in varying widths and at blended in at the top was a a forest scene with high pine trees that were done in varying depths of darkness in the ink, almost as if it represented the trees being obscured by a fog that wasn't part of the tattoo. There was a hint of the bottom of the American flag on his right upper arm, right at the shoulder, and very clear and large lettering of "USMC" underneath it. On his inner right forearm, there was a large fern leaf, that upon closer inspection, revealed that the fronds were actually silhouettes of soldiers, their size decreasing gradually as the eye traveled to the tip of the fronds. In handwritten script lettering beneath the leaf were the words "Lest we forget."

In bold block script were roman numerals suggesting a particular date, starting left of his abdominal region and curving around towards his side. Underneath the roman numerals were black silhouettes of a flock of birds flying, starting underneath and curving upwards and diagonally across the block lettering, towards the spacing in between. The flock of birds continued with the curve around his side and upward, flying up along the left side of his body.

Spread over his left pectoral muscle was an extremely detailed geometric mandala design that looked almost three dimensional as a result of the detail. The center mandala on his chest had an extension out in a similar geometric design that went up to his shoulder, covering all of it and stopping only at a half sleeve halfway down his upper arm, which explained why it had been covered fully by his shirt. Done in black, like all the other tattoos on the left side of his body, the tattoo was shadowed and used negative white space to complete the look.

Starting deep down on his lower back and moving all the way up to between his shoulders was another geometric pattern, the end result being an arrow that pointed up. Dozens of differing symbols made up the arrow and though they were different, the style of the geometric pattern seemed to make them all look like they belonged together. It was a slender tattoo, following the line of his spine only. All of the symbols had a visual magnetism that was utterly masculine in nature, leading up to a solid black arrowhead with a sharp point between his shoulder blades.

History: Foster grew up in a Military household, moving from station to station across the United States and sometimes internationally. His father was a Vietnam War Veteran and his mother a quiet housewife. His father suffered from what they had called "shellshock" and Foster was a frequent observer of his father's destructive behaviors when trying to cope in a world that didn't know how to help him. An alcoholic, Foster's father frequently hit his mother and Foster when he went into drunken rages. Foster was relieved when his father died of Cirrhosis of the liver when he was 17 years old. Finally able to breathe again, Foster and his mother picked up and moved back to their hometown to start a new life, free from abuse.

Six months later, just after his 18th birthday, Foster's mother went to the doctor for headaches and after more testing and examination, was diagnosed with Stage Four metastatic breast cancer. It was discovered that the headaches were caused by a large tumor of the cancer that had aggressively spread to her brain. The doctors gave her six weeks to live and she was gone just short of four.

Foster lived with his mother's sister, a spinster who was a man hater but quite adored her nephew. When he decided to join the military as a means to pay for his college tuition, she was angry but understood why, having been too poor to support his college dreams herself. He enlisted in the United States Marine Corp and was found to have a sharp eye early on in his training. He was trained further as a marksman and after his basic training was finished, he was deployed to Afghanistan after the World Trade Center attacks of September 11, 2001.

He fought in the war at several stations and returned home several times over the years. Shortly after his third return home from deployment, his aunt died of a heart attack. Foster was given leave to settle up the estate, which wasn't much, and was left all that his aunt had, including her house. Before he was deployed, and while still nursing the hurt from the loss of his aunt, Foster met and fell in love very quickly with a woman named Rebecca. They were married six months later, just before his next deployment.

Over the years, they tried to have children and were unsuccessful. Foster treated the military like his wife and his wife like a mistress, always putting his career over his relationship with her, taking advantage of her love and support. When she made him aware of her hurt some years later, he agreed to retire after his next deployment, of which he'd already committed, to focus on them and rekindle their love. They still had some time to have children and perhaps it would be easier once he was retired from the military and entered civilian life.

Deployed back to Afghanistan, Foster lived on the US base for over a year and a half, with no leave to go back hope, opting out in order to make his deployment shorter in length. Six months before his scheduled return home and retirement, a suicide bomber attacked the base. Being in close vicinity to the bomber, Foster was struck by shrapnel in his right hip, fracturing it. He was transported in he aftermath to a medical facility where he was stabilized from his blood loss and then returned home. Once home, he had to endure several surgeries to repair the damage, including hip pinning after a complete hip replacement. Months of rehabilitation followed for which his wife was dutifully at his side.

Unfortunately, shortly after he returned home from the rehabilitation center where he resided for advanced care, he discovered that his wife had been in an active affair with another man over the last five years after he found her emails open on their home computer. Unable to forgive her, he immediately initiated divorce proceedings. Eager to be finished with the divorce and move on with his wife, he foolishly gave his wife everything, even their cars and their marital home, in order to get her to sign quickly. Jumping at the chance to continue her relationship with the other man, Rebecca signed the papers, citing that their marriage had been over long before he had been deployed that last time.

With nothing to his name, Foster moved to what he could afford, a small studio apartment while he tried to get his life back together. As he job hunted, he found that his limp contributed to a lot of employer discrimination and he didn't land any jobs. He took odd jobs where he could and struggled to make ends meet over the next six months. He saw an ad online at the library for what he thought was a local job, but when he was called for the phone interview, he was notified that it was actually as a remote island in Scotland. Not wanting to waste the Solicitor's time, he politely started to decline. However, the Solicitor offered him a sizable salary for the contract, as well as medical coverage, room and board, meals, etc. All he had to do was keep up the grounds of the estate. Foster was skeptical, but after looking around his shit hole apartment, knowing he was close to homelessness and was only a couple weeks away from being evicted, he decided that his skepticism had to take a back seat in favor of changing the scenery he was in, and collecting a hefty salary. He negotiated for his flight and moving expenses to be paid for, including buying him out of his lease. He was either a very good negotiator, or that had been the Solicitor's plan all along. It set off red flags, but Foster had to ignore them in favor of changing his life.