Name: Charles "Hatter" Richardson
Nicknames: Hatter and Richardson
Race: Human
Age: 38
Appearance: Sky iron plate mail (Like a kevlar vest, protects the front and back with plate and the sides with chain, its a vest though), Sky Iron leg plates, Copper monocle with adjustable sight (Only up to 2x zoom), Black Top hat, Red officers coat with a gold trim (Look a a redcoats coat and think more fancy) White riding trousers with Black knee high boots, Light brown sweeping hair, Deep brown eyes, Thin looking trim, White silk scarf around his neck with weathered storm goggles around his neck. Brown leather driving gloves, 
Biography: LT Richardson has had a fine life, born to a high society family he lived in the last years of darkness. As a child he was obsessed with the world, seeing all the prototype ships flying past. He knew he had to join, luckerly for him he was a teenager during the turn of the century, a the time there was a huge call for adventurers to discover the lands beyond the horizon. He decided to see the world with a crew so joined the 23rd skylarks, a rag tag group of vagabonds and fruit cakes. It was amazing. He would see fine things. Eventually he volunteered for the Guild and got put into a group of three.
Personality:Now, I would love to say that he is the perfect guy, that he is loved by all he has met, but I was taught never to lie to people. So I will tell you the truth, he is insane. He is not an insane where yu want him away but a more theatrical, a flamboyant of "Tally Ho!". A man who you can see has seen some bad things, some VERY bad thing and has dived into pure bliss of happiness then face the truth.
Strengths: A fine negotiator, A man who can force by his very presence anyone away from him. A marksmen withy his rifle. Master swordsman in dualing
Weaknesses: Terrible listner, Crippling drink and smoking proplem.
Weapons: he carries on his back a large musket with the letters "SL LT C 'Hatter' Richardson Diamond Musket Company" it shows signs of lots wear and its wood has lost all signs of varnish, two basic looking muskets with the same lettering on the side, Strapped on his leg is a sword painted in streaks of gold and blue. 
Vitae Spells: Slow time for when shooting, gives him a real head ache afterwards though.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familer.
Additional Notes: (Anything else. Do they like spaghetti, perhaps?)