I am part Cherokee, part Swedish, and 100-percent redblooded American, I am a hulking, brooding man of few words and profound mystery. I'm officially employed by an unknown branch of our government’s secret service, I was assigned to protect the Venture family a decade ago – and then promptly forgotten about. I barely tolerate the uptight and neurotic Dr. Venture, but the job gives me the opportunity to travel to exotic locations, meet interesting people and sleep with them – or kill them. I react to every threat with swift, silent, excessive brutality – striking first and usually not even bothering with questions later. I am a man of action – a jack-of-all-trades whose duties at the Venture compound extend beyond mere protection to include piloting the X-1 supersonic jet plane, repairing H.E.L.P.eR. and being all but a surrogate father to the Venture brothers. Or at least a big brother. A very big brother.
