Of Smoke and Mirrors
[Scotland Yard] George Hunter
Chief-Inspector of Scotland Yard, The Most Unimaginative Hunter
With a moustache at the sight of which even the most hardened criminal would quiver and the physique of a professional boxer, Chief-Inspector George Hunter of the Scotland Yard is best described as an altogether solid man. A human in his thirty eight year, George stands well over one meter eighty and has the build of one who has worked his entire life. His chest is broad, with long muscular arms well-toned by hard labour and ending in a pair of large, heavy hands. The long-finger on his left hand is entirely missing, the result of an encounter with a particularly vicious dog-man, but the blemish aside it does not hamper him in any way. Indeed the strength of his grip is vice-like and few miscreants can escape its firm shackles. His long legs are strong and he is surprisingly swift, it is only the faint hint of a pot-belly which suggests that Chief-Inspector Hunter has of late eaten better than he used to. Though ill-suited for the piano or the pen, his strength, sturdiness and endurance has served him well in the Force where he more than once has had to physically restrain particularly difficult ruffians.
As if to further solidify the impression of a stout and reliable lawman George Hunter has a slightly long, craggy face given to expressions of firm confidence. His reliability is underlined by the care evident in his appearance, in particular his soft black hair which is kept neatly combed back and well oiled, despite the visibly receding hairline. His chin is pronounced, with a slight under-bite, and the long, sharp nose is best described as aquiline. The heavy, bowed moustache, meticulously kempt, together with his heavy brows does lend the face a slightly brutal hint, easily exacerbated by an angry scrawl. Yet this impression quickly melts away when brightened by one of his warm smiles or good-natured grimaces.
Chief-Inspector Hunter is not a hard man to read, for his mouth is as quick to grinning as it is snaring, and his eyes strongly reflects his mood. His are a pair of small, amber eyes set deep, hardly qualifying as pretty and which it would not be entirely unfair to describe as possessing a certain pig-like quality. In their own peculiar way they can however be quite endearing, somewhat reminiscent of once favourite dog with a strong tinge of both loyalty and stubbornness. Most who knows him would agree these are qualities that aptly describes George Hunter, and while perhaps not pretty his features are those of a respectable and dependable man.
As for apparel, Chief-Inspector Hunter dresses to suit his station though not beyond it. Both at work and in private he is mostly seen wearing simple white shirts under a vest with suitably tailored pants. He keeps to muted colours and avoids the flamboyant, for the most part favouring garments in plain black, a soft creamy grey or a warm chestnut brown. Over this goes a matching jacket and, especially when on official functions, a heavy overcoat in simple black, complete with wide brims and the obligatory deep pockets. His attire is usually finished off with a respectable top hat or, on occasions a fairly new-fangled homburg hat with a simple black hat-band. Only on especially formal occasions will he don his police uniform, a finely cut jacket with an artfully formed buckler and two badges with the cross of Saint George, marks of his rank as Chief-Inspector. He carries little accessory beyond a fairly ordinary walking stick in lacquered oak and usually a small snuff-box in worked silver, artfully made with what appears as two sabres crossed on the lid.
Chief-Inspector George Hunter is the sort of man that doesn’t make too many friends, but those who gain his friendship has a comrade for life. He is a man of principles and firm beliefs, with a strong sense of right and wrong, which likely explains his chosen line of work. Though not a particularly religious man he takes the principles of decency and of the rule of law very seriously indeed, an attitude very much evident in the zeal with which he pursues the criminal classes. He can be ever so stubborn and he is hardly a man given to easy compromises. At times he may come across as downright difficult, though when confronted with his mistakes he does have the courage to rethink his positions. His dedication aside George Hunter is for the most part a pleasant man of simple tastes who can hardly be accused of arrogance. He makes for good conversation, though not given to the finer points of learning, and he can be ever so witty though usually in a manner most dry.
But while a loyal and dedicated policeman of no mean skills, George Hunter has since his promotion to the rank of Inspector proven an altogether unimaginative and even lacklustre detective. His lack of success as an investigator owes perhaps not so much to a lack of intelligence as to a lack of imagination and an unwillingness to conjecture beyond hard facts. This deficiency is further marred by an altogether slow and meticulous approach. While his tendency to seek every possible clue available in itself is a commendable quality, it oft-times means his investigations gets bogged down chasing unimportant details, while the larger picture remains obscure. His lack of outstanding results has however not hampered his career in any notable way, his superiors seemingly appreciating his thoroughness and firm loyalty as well as his apparent lack of ambition.
Not very much is known by our intrepid adventurers about the formative years of Chief-Inspector Hunter, though judging by his accent he is a Londoner born and bred. Gossip around the Force suggests that he hail from a family of carpenters and woodworkers, and that he started out as a lowly peeler before working his way up the ranks. This would certainly explain both his dedication to the Yard as well as his strength and handiness. What he did before his time as a peeler is not known, but it is known that he joined the fairly young Force in 1838 and served first in the poor areas around Soho. Here he eventually earned the rank of Sergeant in 1843 and was later promoted to Inspector in 1849. His final promotion to Chief-Inspector came in 1854, though he had garnered little renown outside the force in the time since becoming Inspector. George Hunter is a married man and together with his wife Josephine Hunter, a human whose father is a baker, he has three children.
The Detectives from Aldgate Station meet Chief-Inspector Hunter for the first time in connection with the case of the Sign of the Owl. He initially called on Inspector Windsor to aid his efforts with a case of mysterious murders in Wapping, which despite the enigmatic circumstances turned out to be the doing of a particularly vicious Owlbear that had somehow been smuggled into the capitol.
Linley, he treated with professional curtesy and respect. They seem to work well together.
Dagros, he interacted little with, though treated him with the curtesy his rank demands.
Emily, he hardly took much notice off.