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Strawberry blonde hair that is often cut slightly longer than military requirements. Pale-to-tanned fair skin that fluctuates with the seasons. A reasonably healthy but not muscled build. A pleasant but unremarkable (always clean-shaven) face of average beauty, accentuated by his pair of blue eyes and usually with a cigar and aviator shades. The rest of his body is best described as average, except for a large, oval-like birth mark on his left elbow - and also his immense height, Thomas standing at 6 feet 5 inches. He usually wears either his formal Army service uniform, or alternatively, a custom-tailored civilian suit, often with single-breasted jackets.
Thomas is rather easy-going - he is witty with jokes, rarely takes offense in chit-chat. However, he does have a very large ego, which if seriously threatened, causes him to lash out in defense. In a way, Thomas is bully-like and uses his comedic wit to "weed out" potential threats to himself, before dealing with bigger threats more directly. He is a family man, still sorrowful over the loss of his wife in childbirth, and deeply attached to his teenage daughter and eight year-old son, as well as his twin brother. Despite being personally an irreligious theist who has dabbled in Buddhism and Hinduism, he shares many of the convictions of his childhood Catholicism, particularly a strict moral order. Thomas is a functioning alcohol ever since the loss of his wife, known for his large cabinet of liquor.
Thomas quite enjoys quality cigars (although he eschews cigarettes), as well as most liquors ranging from brandy to bourbon to gin. He owns, and is quite fond of, his three cats. While far from a glutton - he enjoys the simple, filling food of the US Army - he likes his breakfast cooked a certain, specific way: Two scrambled eggs, hash browns, a single sausage and served with a light green salad and coffee. He always attends the orchestra whenever he can, and also regularly accompanies his (much more religious) children to Mass each Sunday.
A dark aspect of Thomas's personality is that he is a temperamental anti-Semite - while he does not believe in some grand Zionist conspiracy, he is very quick to denigrate Jewish associates (in private, of course) and harbors many pent-up feelings about the Jewish people as a whole. Thanks to a childhood dog attack, he quite dislikes any and all dogs, never allowing one in his garden, or even visiting a house with a dog. While he personally practices judo and swimming, he dislikes following sports, taking no interest in any professional leagues, save for the West Point's own team.
Thomas G. A. Detraille was born into a humble family of French-American maple syrup farmers in rural North Maine, near the Canadian border. His childhood was awfully simple - he grew up with his twin brother Beauregard as the eldest of the family, soon followed by a younger brother Alexandre and a sister Noelle. The Detraille family was entirely Francophone - Thomas would not learn English until well into junior high, and even then, he preserved a thick accent for many years. For the pious farmer Detrailles, their children would have several options in life. One would be to study to become a priest - that was fulfilled by Alexandre. There was the option to stay on the farm, but Noelle seemed intent on having sole ownership. The twins were at an impasse - until fate intervened. As it turned out, one of their father's childhood friends was now a Senator from Maine. This meant he'd be allowed to sponsor one student each to the Army's academy in West Point and the Navy's in Annapolis. They drew lots, and two weeks later, Thomas was on his way to West Point. He was scared - he was travelling alone for the first time on a dumpy steam locomotive. There, life was not so easy. He was relentlessly bullied for his heavy accent - which he soon shed, but also learned how to fight back against bullies, by bullying them in return. He got involved with the student newspaper, eventually becoming its editor, and preserving a GPA of 3.5. Eventually, after four grueling years, he graduated in 1916, in the middle of the devastating war that was yet to touch America, and commissioned as a Second Lieutenant into the Corps of Engineers. The next years would determine his life, which he did not know yet. After some boring missions constructing bridges in Nowheresville in the Midwest, he took a course in the artillery. Just afterward, the US entered the First World War, and Thomas found himself deployed with the 1st Infantry Battalion to France. The trenches were filthy and muddy and cold, and for once, the farmboy felt at home, encouraging his men to keep their spirits up. The war was a tough time. Even though he could have, Thomas took no individual leaves of absence, keeping in contact with his family via letter - Beauregard too was busy hunting submarines in the Atlantic. He found comfort in it, that he was not the sole Detraille in his hell. Yet everything has an end, and by December 1918, Thomas was demobilised. The next month, he found himself in New York City, alone and with nothing to do. It turns out, people can meet up when they wake up in the same bed half-naked and with several bottles of champagne. That was how he met Charlotte, the love of his life. They courted each other as Thomas moved to work at the Department of War in Washington, being married in a modest little ceremony with Alexandre officiating in 1924. By 1925 Charlotte was pregnant, and Thomas kept working his head off at the Department, earning just enough to live comfortably. Eventually, in 1928, Thomas was moved into the reserve, which meant a sharp cut in pay. He gained employment as a chief engineer in a railway company, earning five figures, but feeling only mild satisfaction. The soldier in him kept gnawing back, even though he knew all too well that returning to the Army was impossible with all the budget cuts. A second child would arrive later, further validating his new career. Or so he thought. The labor was complicated and long - and despite Thomas trying to buy the best care available, his dear Charlotte passed away a month after the birth of Julian. The crestfallen Thomas would apply for active service, this being granted. The family would move to Honolulu, where Thomas was a Major of the Army. The next few years passed without much incident, until the Day of Infamy arrived. Thomas for his part had much greater things to be worried about than the fact that they were at war - he was visiting MacArthur in Manila at the time, and was essentially stuck.
M1911 Pistol, aviator shades, notebook, fountain pens, photos of family
Fluent in several languages (French, English, Chinese), quite well-read, not a bad shot by any means.
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Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)
Romance, Realistic, Adventure
About the Writer (OOC)
I'm a 19 year old woman from Turkey who quite enjoys anything history and roleplay related. I have mostly used Discord to roleplay until now, but now I'm eager to try a forum format.
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