McCurdy is not an impressive-looking fellow -- handsomely average, steel-grey eyes, a strong jaw, and the hardened expression of one that has seen too much death to suit him -- but he carries himself with an air of authority and confidence.

His personality is too cold for most people, often abrasive; frankly honest to the point of being offensive most of the time. People that know him know not to ask him anything they don't want an honest answer to.

He is rarely seen without a cigarette near him or a pair of plain Colt 45's. He conceals his pistols beneath a plain suit of grey. His white shirts are often pressed, but don't stay that way for long in the Arkansas heat, and he will usually be wearing a thin black tie around his neck. Hard leather shoes walk softly when he is near. He rarely makes a sound unless he wants to be heard. People usually catch the smoke of his ever-present Camels before they catch sight of him.

A veteran of the Great War, McCurdy spent several months fighting from the air with the 94th Pursuit Squadron over France. He is an avid flyer when he gets the chance, and was an amateur boxer in his younger days, but didn't venture very far from the local arena. His time spent in a boxing ring now is mostly as a referee.