Herrera
Three Days
About the Job
45-65, Male, Broadly European. Short (5’6 to 5’9 in height), dark-but-graying or fully gray hair. Herrera, contra Alonso, is far too old to be doing this – but he knows nothing else. A lifetime mercenary and veteran of more battles than most can name, he’s made ten livings – and then gambled them away – as an arquebusier in Italy, and now the New World. His face is weathered and stony in expression, with a fatalistic, blunt edge to how he speaks and conducts himself. A prominent facial scar wouldn’t hurt, since this will be added anyway. Physically, Herrera’s every action is practiced, efficient, second nature; he sees himself as essentially a laborer, and no longer winds himself up to fear or excitement in the face of violence. Beneath the indifference, though, there’s a quiet wisdom to him, and his few words tend to be the result of extensive thought. Physically, his presence should reflect a lifetime of marching in all conditions, difficult manual work, and close brushes with death. The ideal talent is familiar with prop weapons and general athleticism.
$500/day guaranteed
