Born in the wonderful Beaumont, Texas. He was raised a rather fine lad, aside from watching Killer Klowns from Outer space which still haunts him. Growing up wanting to be a forest ranger or frontiersman of the sort as he enjoyed the wild on a day-to-day basis, hunting with his father and fishing. Managing to get a scholarship as during his high school time playing football a college had wanted him so taking advantage of this he went in to get a degree in conservation law enforcement to which he was taught the laws and whatnot of messing with the flora and fauna of the world such as forests, wildlife, and whatnot. By 22 he graduated and went off to register to be a forest ranger to which he was stationed in nearby Louisiana for the Kisatchie National Forest. Living his watchtower for the next couple of years, protecting wildlife and whatnot, and telling teenagers to not set off fireworks in the forest and such. This would kind of go crashing when it is nearly his 30th birthday, he goes on to take the day off to visit New Orleans and check out the tourist Jackson Square with nothing but the clothes on him, old phone, and whatnot and taking a step too far to somehow pass adrift in a swamp out of nowhere. Lost and whatnot and unbeknownst to him only about 5 miles from the town of La Rue, spending his first year mainly using what was taught to him from his job, kind of just doing the equivalent of camping before being found by what would soon become his new occupation. An alligator wrangler they would call them, getting integrated with the folks and kind of settling in, he decides to settle in as he finds this place a lot more interesting than just sitting in a tower all day. Went on to go from living in a hotel room and wrangling alligators with used tools that people kindly gave to him and his bare hands, to now another 10 years to pass. Having a rather small but decent shack to his liking, a decent arsenal of tools for the job and now situated within the Gator Grotto of the market selling his wares of high-quality protein crocodile meat, neat little necklaces made out the carving of bones, teeth, and as best as he could tailor for vests, shoes, jackets. Using whatever he can of a Gator to sell. One year as to now he simply wondering, aside from his current job if he can push it to help deal with the issues that are dealt with the swamps, plus legendary crocs to sell if what he is going to do works out.