Hudson M. Schofeld

Candy-chewing U.S. Marshal


“I gave up cigs for my kid, when he was born. Didn’t want him to inhale any secondhand. Switched to candy bars. Now I’m 100 lbs fatter and his kid thinks I’m the lamest thing since unsliced bread. Isn’t that some life.”


Physical Profile

A man strides into the room. His stomach precedes the rest of his presence. He’s fat. Put a pillow where his head is, and his doughy belly could serve as a beanbag chair. Past where such a pillow could rest, chins flow out from the collar of his shirt like magma leaking from an upset volcano. Pale blue eyes peer out from underneath deep hoods over a squat, tomato-like nose. His black eyebrows are afterthoughts on his face, thin and wisp-like, and look as if a strong breath might simply blow them away. His hair is black but receding. It’s lost a decisive battle against baldness, and it’s only a matter of time until the war is over and his pate is fully hairless. A thick but neatly trimmed mustache stretches from below his nostrils to just over his lips. All told, the man’s countenance resembles a walrus deprived of its tusks and resignedly cognizant of that fact. He wears a dark gray trench coat over a mid-gray flannel suit, a faded maroon cashmere necktie, and dark brown derby shoes.

Demographical Profile

Name: Hudson Maximilian Schofeld
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Date of Birth: June 4th, 1944
Age: 54
Height: 5’9"
Weight: 204 lbs
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair Color: Graying Brown
Complexion: Fair



Hudson M. Schofeld

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