Name: Casey Greene
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Profession: Mechanic, entrepreneur
Strengths: Casey is a gifted and largely self-taught driver and mechanic, instinctively able to operate, maintain, and repair almost any land vehicle with minimal resources. He is a moderately successful businessman and possesses some financial acumen. His training and experience as a soldier have given him some skill at marksmanship and hand-to-hand fighting- he makes up for his mediocre skill in the latter by being a large, powerful man who can put a lot of power into his punches.
Weaknesses: As a black man in the 1950s, Casey is at a marked disadvantage in certain places and social circles. He has less credibility and respect from the general public and is often targeted unfairly. As a result, he will often quietly nurse grudges for weeks or months at a time, bottling up his anger.
Personality: On the whole, Casey is a warm, pleasant man- not a charmer, but a genuinely friendly person, the type of man who sincerely wants to know how you are when he asks. Casey believes in the value of hard work and patience and tries to see things from the other fellow's point of view. However like anyone else he can be pushed too far. He never forgets an insult, and has a tendency to let his anger fester over time.
Biography: Casey Nathaniel Greene was born in 1926 in Tacoma, Washington. From an early age he displayed an aptitude for mechanics, often helping neighborhood tradesmen with their machine in exchange for a dollar or two. When the Second World War broke out, Greene finished high school, as per his parents' wishes, then volunteered on his 18th birthday in early 1944. Like many African-Americans at the time, he was placed in a supply unit, driving a truck bringing vital supplies to the front lines.
After the invasion of France, the eager General Patton advanced past the capability of traditional supply lines. Thus, the US Army established the Red Ball Express, a specialized convoy of predominantly black drivers and mechanics meant to drive the dangerous routes to the front lines on specially cleared roads, bringing badly needed ammunition, fuel, and supplies to soldiers who would have been helpless without them. Throughout the drive, they faced numerous perils- German sabotage, air raids, foul weather, minefields.
It was during one such mission that Casey Greene first met Henry Jones, Junior- better known to many as "Indiana". At first, though, Private Greene simply considered the older officer a nuisance- some bigwig taking up valuable space in his truck, supposedly catching a ride to some important and secret mission. However, when the convoy was ambushed by German infantry along the route, Casey soon changed his tune. Major (as he was at the time) Jones unhesitatingly helped Greene and the other truck drivers fight off the attack. In the course of the short but furious firefight, Casey saved Jones' life, shooting a German rifleman right as he drew on Jones. Not one to forget a debt, Jones offered the young man a post-war scholarship at the integrated Marshall College in Connecticut.
The offer was too good to pass up. Between the GI Bill and Jones' offer, Greene paid nothing at all for a first-rate education in the humanities, including several classes under Dr. Jones. He developed an interest in history and archaeology, volunteering to accompany the college's archaeology department on several digs and expedition. However, nothing replaced his interest in motors and cars. After graduating in 1949, Casey Greene opened a garage in the same town that Marshall College was located in. While his business is his prime concern, Greene still has a soft spot for archaeology- he often helps fund various expeditions and has joined several himself in a capacity as a driver and mechanic. While they're usually quite academic and safe, Casey has had one or two adventures alongside Dr. Jones- fleeing Argentina in the aftermath of the 1955 coup, recovering antiquities from the Corsican Mafia in Toulon, the usual sort of thing, really, if you're a friend of his.