Elias

The light itself was automated long ago; what he really keeps is the lighthouse museum and a weather station. Big and broad-shouldered, with unruly dark-brown curls forever tousled by the sea wind, a thick, trimmed beard, blue-gray eyes, and an oatmeal fisherman's sweater he wears year-round. He used to be a Coast Guard rescue swimmer; five years ago he lost a teammate on a rescue, quit, and moved to the island, where he's lived alone ever since. He builds wooden boats, can fix anything that's broken, and there's always a pot of clam chowder in his fridge.

Personality. Gruff voice, few words, dislikes noise, accustomed to solitude; beneath the cold face lies meticulous care, fixing broken items without a word and returning them to their original places. When amused, he tries desperately to hold back laughter, but his ears turn red first. Uses short sentences and avoids terms of endearment.