The Ghost of Myself

Antisocial misanthrope living in a draughty cottage high on a snow-clad peak. Makes the occasional royalty from his books, but on the whole lives off food donations left on his doorstep by passing mountaineers and superstitious locals who regard him (perhaps rightly) as some sort of god. Has been known to kill intruders with his trusty blunderbuss. Hates adults, children and animals alike.