Albert Barlow

Overview
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Appearance
 

Hair: Brown

 

Skin: white

 

Eyes: a dull grey

 

Height: 187 cm

 

Weight: 76 kg

Markings/Noticeable Features: his fashionable beard and glasses.

Personality
Albert is rather laid back in and out of his work, often giving off a passively dull impression. He likes his job and values the law and rules highly, but that doesn’t mean he’s up to get every poor bugger that pickpockets for living. Hell, if he’s enjoying his breakfast he might even let one run right past him without lifting a finger. He mainly focuses his energy on the bigger picture, if you get what I mean. He isn’t particularly quick-witted or snappy. He likes to honey his words most of the time and is good at keeping his calm.

Abilities

 * Basic military and arms training
 * Highly investigative academic mind and deductive skills.
 * Years of experience in dealing with people of the city.
 * Level-headed leadership skills

History
Albert Rew’Barlow was born as a regular citizen and had a fairly normal childhood. There were some tough times, of course, but his family never truly suffered from lack of money. As Albert grew he got into some trouble with the other kids of the city, as they all did petty crimes, pickpocketed and vandalised etc. This was mainly a phase, and after he enlisted to the army he’d already calmed down quite well. He served in the military for a few years, before a friend of his got him a job in the Constabulary. He started out small but it soon became clear that he excelled at his job. He rose through the ranks at an alarming rate, and his unbribable motives were quite the problem to some. At first, he was ordered to have an accident before he’d dig in too deep, and after one night on his way back from the pub some kind gentlemen tried to beat him to death. If it weren’t for the revolver he had concealed with him he’d left with a lot less than just a broken kneecap. After it became clear that the strike had failed it was decided that he should be neutralised in a more passive way. Certain strings were pulled and he was eventually placed as the Chief inspector of the Ashmoor yard, where his streak of arrests and rising in rank was halted by tougher cases, a whole lot more of bureaucracy, and his injury. He now uses an old hickory cane when walking, which earned him his nickname. He still tries to be good at his job but he isn’t really considered as that big of a threat by anyone.