Winsley Herman's Questionnaire

I live on a 50 Acre property in the forests of Vermont. I reside in a 2 story, pristine, well cultured manor. I live there simply because of its seclusion from the prying eyes of those around me. Without government interference I can properly Conduct my arms deals in peace and travel when needed. most of my expenses go through my "Real" gun store but that's just a front for my real money. I'm slowly building a bunker beneath the property after I was told that the end is coming by a strange man. Hopefully I will never have to use it but its better to be safe than sorry.

*Winsley gets up and pours himself a drink.* "Don't tell anyone, but I'm an arms dealer. You've seen lord of war right?" *He laughs and sits back down* "I buy weapons cheap from surplus and sell them to the highest bidder on the 'open' market. I find most of my business in the eastern block and Africa." *He takes a long sip from his drink and continues* "Usually I'm spending my money on equipment for more jobs like these. I do live rather decadently, but that's mainly for tax reasons, I don't need the IRS asking questions." *He sets down his drink and leans back.* "Any other questions then?"

*Winsley pats Chester and ponders the question for a moment. He withdraws his rifle from Chester and dismantles it as he talks.* 

“the worlds cruel… too cruel to those who didn’t do anything to deserve it. I want to build a place that can weather the storm. A place for outcasts, rejects, and the desperate.” *He takes apart the rifle with precision and care.* “I’ve met my fair share of them in my time as a contractor. Soon the manor won’t be enough, there will be a time where I’ll need to hide people from the government and I need to be ready for that.”

*He lays all the weapon parts out and starts assembling it back again.* “I have killed for it already, many people. The same people who want to see the world burn. As for how close to death I would go? I would rather die knowing that those people I protect are safe, than live knowing they died.” 

“My father was an arms dealer you see. It’s where I inherited the large part of my wealth. He was a good man, and he did good… as much good as an arms dealer can do.”

*Winsley scoots uncontrollably at the question.*

”He was teaching me how I could start making my name in the family business. He brought me along to a deal and… it went south. I made off but my father wasn’t so lucky. I swore to him I would achieve his life goal of creating a sanctuary for the rejected. I like to think I’m making him proud.”

*Winsley thinks for a moment before gently twirling his moustache*

Mel is a close friend of mine. Despite the rather secretive nature of my work as an arms dealer I do think we trust each other enough not to interfere with each other. I've been on all but one of my contracts with him so its hard to hate the guy and you must agree we make a pretty good team. 

Boris is the other half to my arms dealing. I've never personally seen his face, and he hasn't seen mine and I know neither of us would risk the integrity of our trades for a little meet and greet. We started working together shortly after my fathers death, he was a competitor to my fathers dealer so I know I can trust him when he says he'd sooner die than betray the Herman name.

Last but certainly not least is Chris, my beloved. I still think back on it and laugh about how we met. Out of all the places to find love a contract certainly wasn't on my list yet here we are. My biggest fear between us is his introduction to being a contractor too, Its dangerous and losing him would hurt more than I could describe.

*Winsley plays with Diva in his hand. Flicking her on and off as he thinks about a way to answer the question. Eventually her flicks her open and stares into the flame.*

My childhood was rather short. My family always had money so I had education in private schools, which turned into homeschooling after my mother left. My father was strong willed and charismatic, I got that from him. He introduced me to the 'Family business' when I was 15 aiming to get me to take his role once I was of age. My mother was a military type from what I can remember which meant she wasn't there the majority of the time. I remember her being sweet but could easily turn on a dime and chew me out for not having proper manners. In the end she left because of the nature of my fathers work, that is what hurt him the most having to choose between the money and his family. I hope he thought he made the right choice.