Hunter stands 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighs 240 pounds and is 25 years old.  He's in good health and always has been.  He has sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.  He is normally easygoing unless stressed.

Unsurprisingly, Hunter likes sex, lots of sex and he has the endurance for that.  He is generally not 'one and done'

Sexual Likes: MF, MFF, MFF, occasional couples or groups but Hunter is a straight male

Sexual Dislikes: BDSM, Dom/Sub, causing pain, more than incidental contact with other males during sex

Hunter was establishing his business as a custom weaponsmith after finishing school.  A slight peeve of Hunter's is being called a blacksmith.  He likens that to a neurosurgeon being referred to as just a doctor.  Unknown to casual acquaintances and even to some friends, he was ambidextrous which was quite unusual in his field.  That trait enabled him to hammer for longer periods and helps him maintain balanced muscle tone.

He went out of town for a meeting with a master swordsmith to get some practical instruction on different types of high quality steelmaking.  He returned home without notifying anyone.  He arrived home in the early evening and headed to the master bath to shower.  As he approached the master bedroom  he heard the obvious sounds of sex, loud sounds.  He peeked in the door and there was his girlfriend, the next door neighbors, and his girlfriend’s boss in a multi-partner tangle.  He turned and left.

He burned the bridge to that life the next day, returning home while his girlfriend was at work.  It did not take him long to remove his personal possessions.  He further cut ties by buying a large luxury van and traded his car in on it.  It was a simple matter to move his stuff to the van.  He phoned a real estate agent and put the house up for sale with contents.  That took a short face-to-face meeting.  He made sure that all his cell phone contacts were current on Google then left the phone on a park bench.  He bought a new one with a new number and downloaded his contacts.  Dumping his old phone was fine because he had exactly three pictures on it.  All were accidental.  He deleted all texts.  In a slightly dazed state, he drove away.  He ended up in Breckenridge and was starting his new life.