The Diary of Thomas Henderson
Character Name: Thomas Henderson
Date of Birth (age): 21st August 1879 (22)
Birthplace: Coatbridge, Scotland
Portrayed by: Hibblejaybob
Server: WildRP
Game: RedM / Red Dead Redemption 2
Server Theme: Wild West
Bio: Growing up in a poor family in the Scottish mining town of Coatbridge, Thomas Henderson spent his teenage years wanting. Those frustrations frequently boiled over into fights and getting into trouble with the law . Even working in the mines, he couldn't make enough to put those frustrations to bed and with constantly being at loggerheads with his father, Thomas eventually decided to up and leave for a new start in America.
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Thomas Henderson is a 22 year old Scottish man. Growing up in the industrial town of Coatbridge, Thomas's childhood was hard. Living in a small mining house, the family could hardly afford more than what they needed to scrape by.
As a child, living without was a way of life, but not one Thomas and his friends accepted. Much to the ire of the local community, a roving gang of kids was well known about the town for causing trouble, and taking what luxuries they could get their hands on.
As he got older, Thomas's frustrations became more apparent. His father, William Henderson, had grown tired of his antics and the two were frequently at loggerheads at home. Although they didn't get on, Thomas deep down did respect his father, and he carried his frustrations out into the community where his attempts to 'let off steam' (read: fighting) saw him frequently in trouble with the Lanarkshire Constabulary.
Infamous for stealing a tram and riding it through Coatbridge, Thomas increasingly became ostracised from his community. Being kicked out of school for his crimes, he got a job in the mines and was finally earning a wage. Mary Henderson, Thomas's mother, tried to mend the damage Thomas caused growing up within the community, but in the end, not even earning for himself or his mother's efforts could reconcile the rift caused. Thomas decided the only way was to leave, but where would he go?
Pulling together every last penny he could, he backed his few belongings and boarded a ship bound west, for America, to start a new life away from his troubled upbringing.
At least he didn't try to talk to me.....
Ain't none of my concern though, I need to resolve my own money issue.....
It's all so familiar, yet so different. Maybe settling in here won't be too hard after all.
I went there, and under the cover of darkness, decided to "appropriate" some of the farmer's stock.
Rather conveniently, there was an old letter in the back from a storekeeper in a place called "Valentine" that he was looking for a supply of fresh oranges and would pay well for them. I decided to set off for the place.
Looks like bit of a shithole if honest. Everything is muddy. Wood, mud, horses and shit. But I get the feeling this is the place folk don't ask too many questions.
Willow, I named it. Beautiful coat. I've never owned a horse before...
Only problem is that its daytime now, so sure has hell need to make sure the farmer doesn't see me.
Idiot. The man's made enough commotion the farmer surely knows I'm here. But perhaps I can spin it to my advantage.
He even offered me some work picking and transporting his oranges. Less money in that stealing them, but then, I also don't have to watch over my shoulder the whole time.
Soon as it saw me, it scarpered though.
Still, with thick undergrowth it's a good place to hide if the time ever comes!
He told me about all the places in the crossing, including some places to the South West I might like, although he did point out that he could tell my weapons weren't expensive, and that I should do something about that before travelling to some of the rougher areas of The Crossing.
An Irish-sounding lass dressed in all-black was familiar. She had bumped into me when I was picking oranges. Anyway, not in the mood for more of Valentine's shenanigans. I paid my room and headed upstairs.
