God's drunkest engineer, any blue collared man would fear him.

Farmer's got some crazy intellect underneath his folksy attitude. A man that designed teleportation while shitfaced, and a man that works with a scalpel in bullet holes with that same blood alcohol level. A really great excuse to drink it's safe to say. If you were to question this, you'd be the fool since he's all GREN's got; and they're all still alive.

Farmer was... well a farmer, before he got his job at GREN.
He lived on his farm after the war, settled down with a shotgun in his lap. His usual was interrupted by a shuttle crashing into his field. He was presented with an alien super soldier. They both drew their guns on each other, and they were both very confident in their shots. After some settling down, they found common ground. Farmer knew what it was like to be in a war, and understood the fear of walking into a battle he knew he would lose. He treated this man like his son for the better years of his retirement.

Debbs gave the boy a name, since the code he was assigned the moment he gained consciousness wasn't gonna cut it. He gave him something fitting, something that reflected his sharpshooting skills: Hunter.

"Howdy."

Age: 68
Height:
Gender: Male
Nationality: American (South)
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Defense/Support
Occupation: Mechanical Engineer and First Aid
Mark: Driven