Despite his 71 years, Liam is still a well-built and athletic man. He is tall with moderately broad shoulders.
Liam sports a head full of silver gray hair that is kept cut short with the front brushed back from his forehead. He normally wears a neatly trimmed beard, mustache, and goatee.
For clothing, Liam normally chooses rugged outdoor wear suitable for the climate in Kodiak, Alaska. He has never liked wearing a suit and tie and will do almost anything to get out of wearing one.
Liam has not lost the Highland accent of his Scottish homeland.
Traits & Characteristics
Ethical (+): Liam, whether in business or acting as a wilderness guide, is extremely ethical with a very strong and well-developed sense of right and wrong.
Pragmatic (+): True to his Scottish heritage, Liam is very pragmatic about life and business.
Business Savvy (+): Liam has always been very business savvy. He seems to have an instinct for when trends are changing.
Impatient (-): Liam's intellect often leads him to be impatient with people. He does not suffer fools lightly.
Coldwater Harbor Tours, Ltd.
Position: Guide and wilderness survival training.
Details: Liam is semi-retired but still keeps his hand in by leading eco-tours of the Alaska wilderness and teaching wilderness survival courses.
Coldwater Holdings, Ltd.
Position: Major stockholder.
Liam still tracks business trends and keeps his hand in with some light trading on the stock market.
Aliases / Nicknames
The Old Bear
Coldwater Lodge, Coldwater Harbor, Kodiak Island, AK
Kith & Kin
Naomi Willowtree MacLeod (02/14/1946)
Reagan Willowtree MacLeod (02/02/`971)
Lucian Mahingan MacLeod (03/13/1976)
Jameson Dalton MacLeod (03/13/1976)
Lily Hollister (a. 14, mother: Reagan)
Micah Hollister (a. 14, mother: Reagan)
Scottish born Liam Angus MacLeod grew up on the Isle of Raasay and the nearby Isle of Skye. Youngest son of a modestly wealthy Baron, Liam longed for adventure rather than settling down in the family's staid financial business. As soon as he could after graduating from school, Liam joined the Royal Air Force and volunteered for the Special Air Services where he excelled at the survival training. Within a few years, he was always in demand as a trainer. During a joint training exercise with the Americans, he was introduced to Alaska and fell irrevocably in love with its rugged beauty.
In the mid-1960s, his father passed away, and his mother moved to the Maldives in search of a warmer climate. Liam inherited the modest family fortune. Now settled on Kodiak Island in Alaska, he turned his hand to making his inheritance work for him. Having an aptitude for business opportunities and the ebb and flow of the stock markets, particularly the fluctuations of gold and other precious metals, Liam began carefully investing his money. One of the properties that he purchased was a rundown thought to be worked out gold mine in the Klondike. His other investments included several high-end properties in the Pacific Northwest and a cruise line with three ships in need of significant repairs.
Liam also set about establishing his home on Kodiak by buying up as much of the land in and around Ugak Bay, including all of the acreage around Hidden Basin, as he could. The first buildings that he had built was on a small island at the north end of the basin which he named Coldwater Harbor. He eventually established a small marina and supply store there which is used for a refueling stop for local wilderness expeditions. He also began building small hunting and fishing lodges along the bay although he would not allow building within the basin except for the marina and the family's holdings. Having firmly established himself as a presence on Kodiak Island, he began construction on Coldwater Lodge, the MacLeod's main home, a stately, rambling mansion overlooking the basin.
During that same period, Liam consolidated his various business properties and interests into a limited liability corporation that he named Coldwater Holdings, Ltd. It is one of the largest non-publicly traded business conglomerates in the world. Its focus is on eco-tourism, land, and resort properties although a smaller subsidiary manages the substantial gold, silver, and precious commodity resources owned by the MacLeods.
Still an adventurer at heart, Liam continued working for various entities in the American government as a wilderness tracking and survival expert.
In 1969, Liam substituted for a company pilot that had fallen ill. He had to pick up a geological survey from across the strait. The group included a volcanologist by the name of Naomi Willowtree Dalton. For the second time in his life, Liam fell in love. Like with Alaska, it was immediate and irrevocable. After landing back on Kodiak Island, Liam asked Naomi out to dinner.
In 1970, Liam and Naomi were married in the town of Kodiak.
Three children and many years later, Liam and Naomi are still perfectly happy and utterly in love with one another. Coldwater Holdings is a multi-billion dollar corporation which Liam's daughter, Reagan, currently runs while he enjoys semi-retirement and operating a smaller subsidiary - an eco-tourism operation based in Kodiak.
Liam smiled and nodded. As much as he hated admitting it, he was getting tired. He briefly clasped the younger man's hand where it rested on his shoulder.
"We will go fishin' when I am out of this place," he promised Mark. "I have been wanting to show you more than our survival camps for a verra long time now." Liam honestly thought of Mark as another one of his sons. "I will see you again soon."
Liam chuckled as he mulled over the best approach. He had never outright told his children that he lived something of a double life. However, he felt sure they had guessed that he was more than a mild-mannered multi-billionaire. They had been respectful of his privacy and never challenged it. It had worked both ways. He knew that Lucian had worked assignments for the USMS that he disliked, especially while in the Witness Protection Service. Liam also never inquired about J.D.'s work which he never discussed. He had also never questioned Reagan about her marriage. As a father, he had been concerned for all of them. Liam could have called on his contacts to get him whatever information he needed. That would have irrevocably damaged the trust that held his family close to one another no matter how globally distant they were.
"I canna outright lie to them. At the same time, I willna risk telling the boys and Reagan more than you want to be known. Leaves us in a bit of a quandary," Liam said to his friend. "There is the option of me coming clean, and we tell them that we've crossed paths over the years. Let them believe you're a former spook of some kind."
"We have one more local resource," Liam said, a smile crossing his features, "providing you are still a hand with the ladies. Akela Noelani. She is a special agent with the Coast Guard Investigative Service, senior forensic specialist. I know she has assisted Lucian when Storm Shelter has taken on private investigative cases." He also knew that Lucian had not asked anything of her that was strictly illegal. Liam knew the woman from her after hours work helping out on his or Lucian's tour boats.
"Lucian also has one of those I might know a guy networks," Liam added almost as an after-thought. "We also need a backstory that covers you stopping in to see me on a regular basis once I'm out of this place." He tilted his head and studied Mark, "Thing is, I don't want to outright lie to Naomi or the kids. I never have...I've just not told them everything."
"Aye, lad. This is my home and I didna come here to hide," Liam stated adamantly. In fact, he still did the same job that he used to do for some large organizations that preferred to remain anonymous. Liam ran survival training camps for people that wanted to know how get out alive if they ever found themselves stranded in the wilderness. It was a practical how-to sort of course. At the end, the trainees would be dumped somewhere on Kodiak and told to get back to civilization. It was all carefully monitored, of course.
"I have a few contacts I'll be getting in touch with soon," Liam admitted. There were a few people he could still trust. He also did not want to ostensibly tread on the toes of local law enforcement. "I will recommend that Lucian consider contracting with your agency. Of course, there's more under the hood than he and J.D. show to the public."
Lucian had been a United States Marshal and during that time he had brought in some of the most dangerous criminals ever known. He had worked with Interpol and other international law enforcement organizations. He had taken on extreme training and, although he would only use it as a last resort, was a world class sharp shooter. J.D. had a long and distinguished military career and had most recently been working with a task force that dealt with the ultimate dangers...rogue military personnel that snapped and went to work for the wrong side. On top of all that, Liam had put all three of his children through his survival training. Even Reagan could bring herself out of the wilderness despite all odds being against her. Liam was proud of all three of them. They would get the job done, no matter what. If he could provide them with some additional help and leverage, he was glad to do it.
"On top of the shooting, there is the Stroud girl's situation," Liam said. "I am expecting an update, but so far, have heard nothing from the boys. Reagan called just long enough to say that everything was in hand," Liam added, his voice dropping to a mutter, "whatever that means."
Liam settled back against his pillows and reached out to tap the button on the inside of the bed's safety rail that raised the head higher. He laid both his iPad and glasses on the bedside stand before returning his dark-eyed gaze on Mark Carson. His expression softened from gruff old bear to almost fatherly or, in his case, grandfatherly kindness. He also mentally reviewed the various irons that he had in various fires.
Kodiak Island was the second-largest island in the United States and the eightieth largest in the world. Still, it was a remote island and sparsely populated. Unless you were the kind of person that buried your head in the sand, you heard things. Liam was known around the island and had close friends from all walks of life. He was also known around the world for his business acumen, for being scrupulous in his dealings, fair in all things, kind to those in need, and his billions of dollars.
Aidan O'Quinn, Kodiak's Chief of Police, had already been in touch about his sons' brush with the law. Liam would have words with them later for how that operation had come off. Yet, they were handling it and taking care of Stephanie Stroud. Liam's instincts told him that she was in danger. No good could come of Mason Stroud wanting his niece located. That was why he had told the boys not to contact the man's representative when they found her. He had told them to take her someplace safe and find out from her how much danger she might be in. Liam's orders had not included having her forcibly removed from a public place.
Lucian and J.D. could handle the situation. They were both more than competent and at the top of their game professionally. There had to be something else going on that had prompted the ruckus at the Rave. Unfortunately, it might bring the attention of Björn's criminal operation onto them. That would be dealt with in due time.
"Private investigations and security, hmmm? Surprised you have not met Lucian yet. His company, Storm Shelter, is in the same line of work," Liam paused briefly and met Mark's eyes directly, "Nothing will stop my sons from looking into this shooting. Right now, I've distracted the lads with another job I'd been asked to do. This means that I will have to tell them a bit more than I've wanted to about my...extracurricular activities. They and I will need help with both situations."
Liam wanted to see how much Mark knew before he continued. He also needed to see if the younger man would even consider working in concert with his sons.
Liam pulled off the glasses and with that, he effectively dropped the old man act. It served its purpose with the hospital staff and, hopefully, would do the same with the police since the doctors had given the all-clear for them to speak with him. That was going to be fun. Liam leaned back and studied Mark. No one ever really left the kind of work he did. Liam had to wonder how he was handling civilian life.
"How are you doing, lad? Feels a tad queer being out in the real world, does it?" Liam raised an eyebrow as he asked the question.
As silently as the man had entered the room, Liam was still alerted to his presence before he spoke. He looked up from his iPad and looked over the rim of his reading glasses. Yes, they were mostly an affectation designed to disarm people. Liam MacLeod's eyesight was as sharp as ever as were his other senses and skills. In fact, he had read the riot act to the hospital staff earlier over having his room sprayed with that obnoxious apple scent. It clouded his sense of smell.
He stared at Mark Carson, managing to peruse him for any visible sign of weaponry. They had a long and often shadowy history which made the Old Bear glad that Naomi had gone to Lucian's apartment to clean up and rest for awhile. Thoughts of his eldest son caused a quick frown to flit over his craggy features. It was past time that the boys reported to him regarding what had gone on with the girl he'd asked them to find.
"Mark. Past time you got in touch," Liam said, his native Scottish accent more pronounced than usual. Despite that and having pitched his voice low, it was clear and easy to understand. "I am healing. Canna stand staying here much longer, ya ken?"
About Storm Shelter
Storm Shelter brings crime drama and not quite soapy soap-opera to the online written RPG world. Set in one of America's last frontiers, the residents of Kodiak Island and Storm Shelter Air & Rescue encounter bad guys and storm gales in equal measure. The RPG offers guided site-wide plots and open character driven stories..