Late Blog Entries - Week 12, Entry 2

'He'
Mid-30s
Grew up in a reservation town; Not the one the story is set in.
Father was a hunter, owned a bait shop.
Presently owns/works at a souvenir corner-store shop at a town at the base of a mountain. Lives above the store; Has a problem with the occasional bear sneaking into the trees in his backyard to eat from the garbage of the pizza place next door.
It is not a tasty pizza place, but it'll do.
Very introverted, keeps to himself. Doesn't talk a lot with his customers, except for the occasional direction or conversation about the weather.
Very..Loner-ish vibes.
Short, dark hair on a receeding hairline.
About six foot five. Very tall. Broad shoulders. Well-built, but aging.
Seeing the 'she' in the story; they do not live together.
No children, nor any desire to have any.
Has two older brothers; Sees them once every other year for Thanksgiving. They're moderately successful and wealthy, they get along distantly.
Community college education; associates in business. Good credit, so starting the store was not a problem.
He was a good student, modest grades, made no ripples.
Trades animal skins occasionally, though he himself does not hunt them. He fronts for those willing to sell them in the town, however; No where else wants to do business with them, as they're a bit of a crass bunch. He doesn't mind.
Significant events:
1) His eighth birthday, the first seizure.
2) His twenty second birthday; the last seizure.
3) The loss of his virginity at his 22nd to a one-night-stand. He didn't mind.
4)One significant girlfriend or two throughout college/high school. But, he was too..Boring for them, I suspect.
He enjoys beef jerky and turkey sandwiches, but eats a lot of salad and granola. A product of where he lives- A lot of younger people flock in and don't quite care for local cuisine. That's okay, too, he supposes.