Nate Cloverdale's life was organized to the Nth degree. From the time he woke until the time he went to bed, promptly at midnight. He knew what his day would entail from start to finish.

Relationships would fail, his bar would not and with that attitude it was no wonder his grouchy ass remained unattached.

Kit, no last name, and not because he was famous, but because he was the son of free-spirited parents who felt surnames didn't define you. Thankfully, they didn't feel the same about a first. Growing up in a commune full of like-minded adults, he couldn't wait to get out and explore the world.

Hitchhiking between towns, he never stayed in longer than a couple of months. This trip landed Kit in Foggy Basin. A quick glance around the local businesses, Kit knew odds were he'd find work and stay for a bit while he saved up enough to move on.