Utterly Mad

NAME: "Allan Fraser, at y'service."
AGE: "M' not that old, ser. Turned t'irty three no' bu' a month ago."
POSITION: "I'm 'ere as an engineer, ser."
TITLE: "Back a' th' fac-try, they called me Fixer Fraser."
COLOR: "They gave me a code 'fore I got on 'ere. The man tells me not to ferget it. S' #0a6308. Search me why 's impertant. Spy secrets, mor' n' likely."

APPEARANCE: "Wull, no two ways 'bout it, ser, m' short. Prob'ly 'round five n' a 'aff feet. I got no hair on m' head, shaved it off biffor joinin' the navy. Helps with the swimmin'. Got m'beard, though. It's a short one, fer sure, but it's carryin' my mum's golden color innit. M'eyes are blue, n' squinty. I been workin' on m' fathers farm fer some time, an' its given me plen'ny of strenth in m' arms."
ARMOR: Leather overalls. Cotton long-sleeved shirt. Water proof-ish boots. Short, stout brown cap. Pair of tinted goggles. Cotton bandanna, worn around the neck or mouth.

LIKES: "I love tha smell o' burnin' fuel. The workin' man's cologne. That 'n m'wife. I'd give my world f'her if she asked. I fancy a bit o' dancin', n' berry pie, an' the clear blue sky. S' always a good sign, in my home, when the sky didn't have any clouds innit. Meant that all our friends n' family up n' heaven could see us jus' fine, an' was wacthin' over us."
DISLIKES: "M' pa always taught me t' never love a liar. They ain't fit for speakin' with.  That n' the cold. Winters on m' pa's farm were cold, but they were sooo much colder fer me. N' tickin' noises. Little things, like clocks or mice n' the walls. Drives me nuts listenin' to them fer more than a few minutes."
FEARS: "T' be honest, I'm real afeared of flubbin'. Messin' up 'round these machines makes ya lose a finger, er worse. An', well, I can't seem t' explain it, but since I was a boy, I could never stand bein' out in the open hills with m'self and the sheep. I always felt so lonely. Lost, evun. Big open places still trouble me, even now. N' my biggest fear? Losin' m' wife. She's all the family I got, now. I dun't know what'd happen if I was without 'er."

BACK STORY: A poor shepherd's boy that left to become smart and rich in the city. Things didn't turn out the way he imagined them to, and so he joined this crew to alleviate those problems.
PURPOSE: "Why 'm I here? Moneyh. S' tough, in the city. Ain't enough of it to go 'round. N', well, maybe 'cause things were gettin' a little borin' sittin' in the fac-try, waitin' fer somethin' to break."
GREATEST DESIRE: "I want ta' find the day that I wake up n' know that... That everythin's okay. That I don't got to worry no more. I'll wake up with m' Sarah, in some townhouse where we'd settled down and make a life fer ourselves. A real life. Somethin' worth gettin' up in the mornin' fer."
WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE...: "I... I'd give anythin'. My time, my money, m' right hand. Right up to m' life. No sense diein' before ya can enjoy th' good life, yeah?"

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INVENTORY

• An old photograph of him and his parents in front of a small farmhouse.
• A rusted, red tool box that rattles with the tools inside.
• A tuning fork that plays A flat.
• A few pieces of white chalk wrapped in a handkerchief.
• A thin brass dagger that's halfway dull. It's grip is wrapped in leather strips.

I don't think I've ever seen this many Scottish accents in one thread before.