Drew sports a long white robe with a yellow design, and golden epaulette. His armor includes an enchanted aroma that improves his endurence and perception.

Although Drew is weak he is good on foot.

In his childhood days Drew was a professional acrobatic and fencing enthusiast and he keeps his skills today.

He's equipped with a belt that holds a fencing sword on the right and a flintlock pistol on the left.

He has a special ability that gives him the ability to see through someones eyes about there motives and ideas, being the reason to why he wins all his trades.

Drew can be easily fooled or lied to, for example someone who was fighting him could mid battle say "Hey I like your shirt, and I think its pretty neat!" to which Drew would reply, "Really, I bought it at American Eagle!"

Drew is fragile so a tank could crush him easily.

Drew's legs are weak, kick one and he's down.

Drew can be stuck in a trance if he notices a desirable item of clothing.

Drew is an effective merchant who will go to great heights to break his enemy. Although Drew may seem somewhat of a snob he uses that to make people underestimate him.In reality he is a serious business man who chats with the most powerful people around the world.And if your one of the 0 people that he trusts he will be more down to earth with you. Drew always had a special ability to see through how someone is really feeling. It drove him to want to become a judge but his family encouraged him otherwise.In fact they shaped him up over his life to be happy, always positive otherwise you would be completely alienated. All these traits came from his father who influenced him daily. His father would never steal or commit any crimes. But he noticed he would always use strategies to get anything he wanted. Drew carried this up into adulthood. As harsh and brutal he may be Drew is understanding how he runs his life and regrets it. No saying if he will ever change it though. Drew can never bear a bit of dirt on him. If you disturb him he will often go into a drone of long and complicated series of insults. Often bitter and vengeful so if you cross him you will see him again soon, back with sometimes literal fire. He likes to talk to himself usually complimenting his own actions. Killing his enemy is not usually enough for him. He will even let his enemy live if they sign a contract. To him every gladiator is a working one and a working gladiator will work for him.

Drew is a tall man with a broad stature. Drew sports a long white robe with a yellow design, and golden epaulette. His boots have small delicate silver wings on both sides. He has a judge white wig and a fake white italian mustache. He uses a blue chrome plated eagle head handle walking cane with denim blue ash wood shaft and silver collar. His skin is pale and eyes blue looking almost painted onto his face.

Equip with a chainsaw young John Moorse cut down the last tree. Across the field that was once a forest he trudged along. Cheated no better yet exploited, exploited for his talent he thought. It was all obvious now, that Mr.Tea had fooled him once again. The fifth time exactly Mr.Tea had tricked him into another contract job, first tresspassing property then cutting down an endangered habitat. He retraced the deal and how It all happened. He remembered strolling across his village to deliver some wheat to the baker. Suddenly Mr.Tea came around the corner John looked around he had no accompanists this time. He recalled the cruel time Tea had gone so far to even bribe his sister in law to persuade him to agree to another contract. He opened his eyes from the poison memory and there in front of him was Mr.Tea with a sparkling smile. You're here to manipulate me into another deal I'm leaving right now. Before john could turn around he heard Tea clear his throat behind him. "I recall contract 2:3 when you agreed that you would never leave me during a conversation under 10 minutes for," Drew snickered "A loaf of bread." Then he fell into a breakdown of laughter. John glared at the thicket of a man. "You're running out of time to blabber." "Okay, okay" Drew finished. Drew pulled out a scroll of paper."All right Woody, I got a deal for you and I believe it seems fair on both sides, you do a simple task of..lumber and in return I dispense a weekly pay of 700 dollars to your cousin brick. Drew was shocked at that payment 700 dollars, a week? "Well, I guess if it's only one job," He scratched his chin. Drew became impatient and pushed the scroll into john's chest. "Sign it boy!" And so john did so completely blind to not notice he did not even have a cousin brick. Now john walked along the cleared field with tears scrolled down his cheeks. A gun shot rang out he rolled for the ground and stayed there. He heard someone walking by a shut his eyes ready for the worst. "Oh get up john, its me Mr.Tea your local poacher." Drew smiled. John stayed quiet. "Now all these endangered spider monkey's walk around like there on another planet, Its like shooting fish in a barrel my favorite sport! John cringed the endless babble, and walked away as Tea continued. "oh stupid no gooder" John murmured like the village idiot he was. He stopped in the weapon shop on the way. He did have a large amount of money on him as Tea had slid some towards him to not talk about what had happened. Yep John knew he was not helping the cause but he needed that money. He counted it up 7k, uh 8k, 9k, 10k! A ten thousand could get him many things