[center][h1][color=1b1464]William "Bill" West[/color][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/00/16/09/00160911966006ebb3a256e66964979c.jpg[/img]
Male - 35
[u][color=0076a3]Faction[/color][/u] 
The Lost Brigade
[u][color=0076a3]Deity[/color][/u]
God/ Lutheran
[u][color=0076a3]Major Talent[/color][/u] 
Swordsmanship
[u][color=0076a3]Minor Talents[/color][/u] 
Outdoor survival and Card sharping[/center]
Bill was born 1830. His family was of middling wealth. Unfortunately for Bill he was born fifth. He had two older brothers and two older sisters. His eldest brother was to inherit the family business. His second oldest brother, the one closest to him in age joined the church as soon as he could. His sisters were married off as business deals. By the time he was old enough to walk he knew his destiny wasn't at home. Taking that revelation to heart he became a solider. 

Bill ended up in the American Army for a time. His parentage granted him an officer's commission, yet he was placed further out west because of the little influence his parents had. Bill, of course, was okay with this. His unit routinely skirmished with the Rednecks. When the government decided that to sign the Homestead law in 1862, Bill and his unit was sent to protect the pioneers.

Tragedy befell his unit and the men and women they were protecting. To this day Bill cannot recall the events clearly, just the screaming. When he finally staggered into a small town he collapsed and remained insensible for days. When he awoke he learned all his men were dead. Bill never returned to the East; leaving the Army to believe he died with his men. Instead Bill set off to make sense of what had happened to him. 

Within a few months Bill was found by the Brigade and was extended an offer to join them. They'd help him find out what happened in exchange for his service. Bill signed up after a little hesitation. It was only after they told him he could help others not suffer as he had that he agreed.