Full Name: Donald “Donnie” Albert Smits
Race: White (British)
Height: 5′ 10”
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Age: 39 (Born 1896)
Build: Donnie is lanky of frame, with his hair falling into his face regularly. Still having a boyish smile, he doesn’t appear quite as old as he is.
Complete Physical Description:
Always exuding a boyish appearance, Donnie is average height, but lanky for his frame. He dresses in either currently popular clothing, or in older military clothing if he is working in the field.
His large smile compliments his dark eyes that have a smokey look to them, while his hair cut in a mid-length military fashion tends to fall into his eyes. When nervous or excited he pushes his hair up and out of the way.
Place of Birth:
Date of Birth:
June 12, 1896
Father (Wilson), Mother (Mary), and an older sister (Rachel).
Twitches, quirks, fears, or bonuses:
Donnie has no capacity to wait or for patience when he is not on duty. He tends to drink, women, men and games of chance. If there is something in the area that will get a person in trouble, he will find it unerringly.
Donnie was always in trouble as a teenager in Liverpool. No matter the type of punishment he received, whether from the church or his parents, he would do everything people told him not to. He was obstinate and anti-authoritarian. Eventually in 1914, at the age of 18, his father pressed Donnie into joining the British Army, and he never looked back.
Donnie entered the British Army as infantry in the beginning. He joined the British Expeditionary Forces and was involved in the battle “First Ypres” which is often said where the vaunted British pre-war professional army died (58,000 casualties in 2 weeks).
Donnie was severely injured and spent time recuperating, he was also found to have suffered some mental instability. It was undetermined if this instability was part of him to begin with or as a result of First Ypres.
When he returned to active duty, Donnie joined the Royal Flying Corps and served as recon until 1917 when he was given his first fighter plane. He excelled at flying and his record was good enough that his issues when he was off duty was ignored.
At the end of the war Donnie was lost for several years. He floated with the wind, serving with mercenaries, and eventually ended up working onboard a ship. There he learned ship craft and became capable of sailing, piloting and guiding ships, which he seemed to enjoy almost as much as flying.
In the early 1930s he became involved in smuggling across the Middle East and Eastern Europe. He learned to drive and eventually participated in races and road rallies. Once again, he seemed to enjoy it with a large listing of races involved in, but it still wasn’t as good as flying.
Eventually he was approached by the Golden Candle, and hired to be their driver/pilot/etc and to give whatever aid he could to the group.