Captain Lord Henry Baltimore, a grim veteran of the Great War. He now hunts men, both living and dead; never for bounty, always for sport.
Although no quarry is truly safe, the lone soldier will seldom kill more than once. Bounty Hunters and other such dispicable scoundrels may prove to be the exception. He stalks his prey under a twisted code of chivalry. Honor Among Thieves is a fair practice, but no one is truly innocent, and an honorable death on the battlefield may sometimes be the highest form of flattery.
On a cold autumn night, under a black sky leeched of starlight and absent the moon, Captain Henry Baltimore clutched his rifle and stared across the dark abyss of the battlefield, and knew in his heart that these were the torture fields of Hell, and damnation awaited mere steps ahead. -Mike Mignola and Christopher Golden, Baltimore,: Or, The Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire
"There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter." - Ernest Hemingway
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." -Marcus Aurelius
