Native Language: English
Psychological Profile: Cruelty – High, Sanity – Some, Passion – High, Loyalty – High, Selfishness – Some, Piety – Low
Advantages: Acting Ability (2), Language Ability (2), Toughness (2)
Disadvantages: Addition – smoking (2), Dependant – five year old son, lives with ex-wife (2), Ego Signature – origami (2)
Skills: Acting (0), Basic Firearms (0), Basic Melee (0), Disguise (0), Language – Arabic (1), Language – Farsi (0), Language – Italian (0), Language – Serbo-Croatian (0), Lockpicking (0), Mimicry (0), Oriental Martial Arts – Pentjak Silat [Blindfighting, Multi-Defence] (2), Pickpocket (0), Pistol (0), Social Chameleon (0), Swim (0), Throwing (0)
Background: After the Chicago debriefing, Hawk tried to call Anne, but she was unavailable. He booked a trip to get away from the chilly north and went down to the Florida Keys. He went scuba diving, wave running, water sking and speed boating, and at night, the bars pumped throbbing music ’til the dawn. Though he was approached a couple of times by interested ladies, his thoughts reflected back to Anne and going to raves with her in NYC. Of course, his declination was snickered at and inferred that he may swing; he just rolled his eyes and ignored them. A small shack of a bar had a “For Sale” sign, and Hawk figured it was his lucky day. Talking with its owner, he learned that a rundown sailboat came along with the deal; that is why it hadn’t sold yet. Hawk thought it over and decided to buy the place and boat. He easily made a siazable down payment on the deal, figuring all that danger pay from working for Orion finally came in handy. He signed the deal and closed on it a week before the call to report back to work. He spent the week evaluating the bar and the boat; both were going to be long term projects. He decided to close the bar to renovate it, and he spent the week dumping all the worthless junk in it as well as sweeping and cleaning the grime and dust away. He had contractors come in to evaluate the plumbing, electrical and structural aspect of the place, fully expecting the worst. Well, it wasn’t all bad news… mostly. Hawk shrugged as he locked the door to the place, “Well, it’s at least mine.” He saluted the place as he left knowing he would be back to continue this project, “I’m gonna have to retire some time from the biz…migt as well be here.” The freshly painted sign above the bar looked strangely out of place to its dilapidated exterior, Hawk’s Aerie.