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Name: Harold Newman-Jones
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Location: Nairobi, Kenya
Personality: An easy going Welshman, with a broad grin and a twinkel in his eye. He always seems happy to find a new place, or see somthing from a different perspective, but he makes time for former friends when he runs into them. But Harold is a traveller who is quite happy to be on his own for extendad periods of time, detached from the world at large, which gives most people, even some close to him, that he is distant and reluctant to share true feelings. Some generous people say that Harold is very good at observing people and their behaviour to better understand them. He will always try something once and he is not held down by too many material things.
Apperance: Harold is roughfly 5'7 and slightly a little fatter than he wishes, due to last months meals with some BBC producer. Usually he is toned with a figure that suggests he used to do a lot of sports. His skin is slighlty tanned from all his travells under the sun, but he is not vain about his colour and only tans to protect himself from burning too quickly. He usually wears sensible clothing for his surronding and often adopts local garb to better 'experiance' their world.
At the moment, Harold is wearing loose fiting blue Thai trousers, a green vest and a green dress shirt unbuttoned and with the sleaves rolled up. He wears trainer/hike boots and always has some sort of large at with him.
Weapons/Equipment:
Rucksack with - Binoculars
- Diary
- Penknife
- I-phone
- Spare socks
- Sunglasses
- Waterskin
Skills/Talents: Harold is a published author and traveller. He acustomises well to most climates and customs, which is helped greatly by his gift for launguages. He is a climber and an archer, with a little bit of knowledge in self-defence.
Faults/Weakness: Despite his outward cheeriness, Harold is very distant from most people, prefering to observe. He is no stranger to getting mixed up with people, but he can quite easily forget them once they are no longer in his sight. He also has done so much travelling and joining differnt cultures, that he feels he no longer has a place for himself and he tries desperatly to find hindself again on another adventure. He also has insatiable wanderlust and is prone to dissappear for a while.
Background: Harold has always been captivated by sunsets and sunrises; he has travelled most of his life over the world trying to find new ones. He is always satisfied, no matter the hardships of an adventure if at the end of the road, he can sit and see either the sun go p or down.
His parents installed this love in him accidently while they took him on buisness trips and 'family' holidays all over the planet. His father was a architectural consultant and his mother was a personel manager for red carpet events. They had money to burn!
Their upbringing of Harold was reasonable despite their workloads and constant travelling, he was loved and cared for, but he had a larger freedom than most.
Harold began learing different languages from an early age, generally so he could order something in whatever country he happened to find himself and his talent for picking the local colour stayed with him through his school years. Unfortunatlly, due to his constant travelling, he didn't make friends for long. Not that he couldn't, he was allways pleasurable as a child, but when you could be jet setting tommorrow, the friends would be quickly forgotten.
University settelled him better, with a constant group of people to share ideas and dreams with, some of whome he allways visits when he returns from travelling. Harold's wanderlust was too strong though to be contempt for too long, and it wasn't soon after his parents divorce that he travelled the standard 'gap year' route. He got drunk, a lot, and lived a party life of a student with no lectures to attend. The only differenace with his tour and that of the other thousand young travellers is that he used his parents money to publish his diary. It wasn't overly fantastic, but universities and travell guides for the young snapped at the idea and he slowly worked up a reputation as travell writer.
It is said there is not much left for Harold to see in the world, but he keeps coming up with new expeditions to the surprise of his publisits, including adventuring through Iraq after anicent sites.
Now in his eary thirties, the BBC has approached him to make a few documentaries as he travelles. Although interested in a different medium, the places the BBC whish for him to cover are less exiting then he would have hoped and far from the style of solo adventuring he is used to. He's looking for something to break away to, somewhere with a new sunset, somewhere with a new dawn.
Theme Tune:
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Small little creatre hyped up on red bull, will take over world... or explode on impact
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Last edited by Happy Little Gekko on Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:54 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Accepted. I've got to go and have dinner, but I'll add you to the accepted list when I return.