Bruce M. Huges

Name: Bruce M. Hughes (A.K.A. Theodore Martin)

Birthday: July 20, 1923

Birth place: Los Angeles, CA

Description: Bruce is always clean shaven with a scar over his right eye. His stature is of medium size. He is always seen as wearing casual clothing,but top notch casual clothes. His eyes are hazel while his hair is slicked back and brown.

Alignment: Neutral

Employment: Bartender at Kashmir Restaurant

Life Story: I was born July 20, 1923. I was the bastard child of Carla Belenda and Howard Hughes (yes, that Howard Hughes). After my mother died when I was only four months old, dear old dad had no other option but to accept me as his son. I grew up in the life of luxury, never having to make my own bed, clean my own room. Heck, I didn't even have to make my own chocolate milk. I hated it. I always wanted to help out, I felt like i was a waste of space not keeping my keep. I never saw Howard, he was always away on some, "official business," as the help would call it. Later, when I was 9, he sent me to a private school in Northern Wisconsin. "Out of sight, out of mind," the saying goes, right? So I went, with no objections, see when you never see your father, leaving him makes it that much easier. The years went by, never hearing from him, no phone calls, no letters. I could hardly remember what his faced looked like. The only thing I could remember was how he signed his name (every 6 months I would get a check from Tool Co. paying for my schooling with Howard Hughes signed at the bottom of it). Finally, when I was 16 I left Wisconsin and moved back home with out telling Howard. When i showed up one evening, boy you shouldve seen the look on his face. He was angry of course, he shouted at me for awhile, and told me that I had to do something with my life. Well, Howard pulled some strings and got me a job down in Houston working at Tool Co. He had gotten rid of me again. What the heck does a 16 year old know about drill bits? Nothing, trust me. So i was out of sight once again, spending my days in Houston acting like I knew a thing or two about a thing or two.
Finally on a mediocrely cool day in Houston, Howards prayers were answered. Japan attacked Pearl Harbor. The next day I joined the Maries, what else would any red blooded American do, right? I didnt want the extra attention that my last name would bring, I just wanted to be treated like anyone else, so I had to use the name Theodore Martin.Theodore, cause that was the name of a President, and Martin cause that was the last name of one of the hired hands I grew fond of when i was a boy.
I called Howard the day I left for basic, telling him what I was about to do. "Hmm," he said, "good luck," he then hung the phone up. The first time I saw combat was in July of '42, The Battle Of El Alamein. After that I was in smaller battles all the way up to April 1, 1945 when we were sent in to Okinawa. That was the day I thought I would die. We were in a hellacious fight when a grenade blew up about 25-30 feet from my head. I couldnt hear for three days but the shrapnel that cut my face, just above my right eye, was all i had to show for what I had done those past four years. Finally in September of '45 the Japs surrendered and I was sent home. Two months later I showed up on the door steps of the old man to let him know I was ok.
When I walked into his office, his look of disappoint let me know, once and for all that i wasnt accepted by Howard. Everything about us was the opposite from each other, the money, the hired hands, a diffrent women every night, I didn't want any part of it. I left his office without saying a word...
Some months later, after having a go at numerous jobs, failing at each, and trying to make a name for myself, while still using the name Theodore Martin, I was working as a bartender in Las Vegas, a nice place, very popular,The Flamingo if you've ever heard of it? The job was ok, decent tips, plenty of conversation, tons of celebrities...I enjoyed every minute of it. On my way out the door one morning (just getting off shift mind you) a black Lincoln was parked in front of the casino, when pops's right hand man, Noah Dietrich, stepped out of the car.

"get in," he said to me, "Your father...Howard, has some very powerful friends, you know kid?."

"I know," I said.

"And one of his friends in particular could use a guy like you," noah said.

"A guy like me? A bastard kid of a millionaire, who severs drinks at a casino?"

"A perfect combination kid. Listen-its no mystery how Howard feels about all this, he's arranged for you to fly to New York, and all you gotta do is meet Mr. Hughes's friends associate on Pier 13 three days from now at 1 am Saturday morning."

"Whats this all about," i asked him.

"I wish I could tell ya more kid, but this is all i know. This is all your father knows, heck this is all anyone whose suppose to know, knows. Just be at that dock at 1 am three days from now."

I remember he then handed me my fate in a white envelope. I opened it and inside was a 100$ bill, a one way plane ticket, and a note, the letter head read,

From the desk of Mr. Howard Hughes:

"Bruce, You were never a son of mine, nor will you ever be. Take this money, ticket and advice, don't be late on getting to that pier.
Howard Hughes"

5 days later I arrived at Rapture, doing what I love best, bartending at
Kashmir Restaurant.

Bonus Item: Flask of Old Tom

Sentimental Item: A rose pedal always kept in his wallet

Type: Standard

Plasmid Account (2/6): X, X
Physical Account (2/4): SpoortBoost, Booze Hound
Combat Tonics: (2/4):Electric Flesh,X
Engineering Tonics: (0/0): Locked (not an engineer/hacker)

Weapon: golf club
-Items: ADAM hypo needle, 3 first aid kits, 3 EVE hypos, $100 Rapture dollars
-Ammo: None

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