Rudy Kyle Huntington

May 23rd, 1998 (Eighteen)

Male

Bisexual

He's a senior student at Red Lake High School. Being an avid fan of machinery, cars, and bikes however, Rudy has made his hobby of repairing such vehicles into a cheap-paying job. He works out of his garage on whatever projects anyone brings him for a slight price ranging from $30 up. This little endeavor of his is known around town as 'Rudy's Garage'. Accurate, no?

Rudy calls himself a 'pretty boy'. Why? Well, he was lucky to grab both ends of the gene pool by the balls and make them work for him. His father's sharp jaw and sturdy brow is off set only by his mother's expressive eyes and dainty lips. A mixture of pretty features makes up Rudy's face into a smoldering of flirtation, a kid who knows how to get what he wants. Soft, dark hair frames his face, matching the beard he usually lets grow out, and fierce eyes glare out from behind thick lashes. Rudy is attractive and he knows it, perhaps too well though, as he spends quite a long time staring at himself in the mirror if one is available.

Lean muscles stay hidden beneath a rather broad body. Rudy works out, be it at the gym late at night or in his own backyard after a long day of pretending to car about school and working on his cars. Despite his rough and tough appearance, Rudy is actually partial to a much more elegant style of staying fit: yoga. Most of those arm muscles come from handstands and upward facing dog stances! Rudy rarely works out around other people due to this, he has to keep up his cool guy appearance after all!

Besides his face, Rudy is rather short for a regular English man, standing at a mere 5'6". He tries to make a few inches with hidden platforms shoes and boots. Thank God he dresses like a tool, too, 'cause if not for all the leather jackets and tight jeans he might look like a fool with such clunky footwear.

Motor oil, smoke, burning rubber, Granny Smith apples, and honey.

Nothing matters more to Rudy than honesty. There is something about humanity that makes him cynical, something that makes the words he hears so vague and untruthful. Without honesty what were they? Nothing but lying rats, looking for their next victim, searching for their next big lie, ready to pull the wool of Rudy's much too blunt eyes. Rudy's own life mantra is to be as honest as possible no matter the circumstance. He rarely tries to filter his words, and if he ever does it is just to lay down the truth a bit lighter than he could have. His honesty comes forward as ruthlessness at times, but some may find it reassuring that Rudy will tell it to them straight no matter what.

Rudy is known around town for his aggressive attitude and venomous tongue. He has a no-nonsense outlook on life and takes what people say to his with a grain of salt out of instinct. He doesn't mean to be awful, it's just what happens when you grow up in a poor neighborhood with a poor family that holds poor standards towards life and living. His irritable side is his most viewed one; he rarely smiles or shows kindness in public unless with friends, and even then he can be a bit blunt and mean-spirited.

The warmth and kindness hidden within Rudy can be pulled forward with honesty and friendliness. He appreciates pretty people off the bat, though if they're personalities are too fake for him Rudy will gladly throw them away, but if a regular old someone were to approach him out of the blue with a sweet smile and true words he will eventually grow to admire them. Rudy is naturally flirty, especially to his friends, and sees no issue in throwing his arm around a fella or lady if he knows them well enough. Rudy can act rather maternal around closer friends, and has a strange urge to protect those he deems weaker than himself. This warmth may be overbearing at times, but in the end Rudy really does only try his best for others, even if he doesn't physically show it.

Other than that, Rudy is a noisy racer. His old junk bucket car roars like a motherfucker late at night sometimes, loud enough to wake entire neighborhoods, and those close by will probably know he's about to start another street race. Traffic laws rarely phase him, much to the dismay of the police. Rudy is a shameless narcissist, has a habit for flirting (especially when drunk), and just can't seem to control his voice when set off.

✔Cars. Old cars, new cars, fast cars, slow cars, all cars.
✔Money.
✔Drinking, especially fruity drinks like sangria.
✔Large animals, especially dogs and horses.
✔Motorcycles; they're easier to work on and just so damn pretty!
✔Keeping busy, whether it be with friends or work. He absolutely hates sitting still.
✔Cutesy sweets, like macrons and parfaits. Both delicious AND fun to look at!
✘Automatic transmission; stick shifts are much easier for Rudy.
✘Cats, they're bad omens!
✘Karma and unlucky things in general. Rudy is extremely superstitious.
✘Bitter things like coffee (though he still downs a cup every morning for the caffeine).
✘Heights.
✘Overpriced mechanics, though now adays he hasn't had any reason to worry about them.
✘Speed limits.

Rudy was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois in a crappy apartment with his father. He would have been born and raised with his mother as well, but she died from eclampsia only a few minutes after giving birth to him. That's fine though, because home life was great anyway. Rudy's father was still fit and able and they often drove across the city for hours at a time, talking and stopping at parks to play ball or admire cars. Though their neighborhood was poor and rather dangerous (they had been robbed three times before The Big Move), Rudy love it just the same, and even now looks back on it fondly.

The Big Move happened a few days after Rudy's twelfth birthday. It was a long drive, the longest they had ever been on together. Nine whole hours of old rock and a busted air conditioner and endless green trees and hills. When they finally arrived n the sleepy old town of Red Lake, PA, his father introduced it as "his home town", and then went on to explain why he had to come back. G'Maw and Pawpaw had passed away just over a year ago, and Rudy's aunt had insisted his father should move in and keep the place ship-shape because she "couldn't stand this backwards small town fuckery anymore".

So, they moved in. The house was bigger than their first apartment, and instantly Rudy became attracted to the garage, the outdoors, and every odd-looking person down on Main street. He grew up from a spit-fire pre-teen into a rough-and-tough-car-loving-douchebag, and despite his city upbringing he has managed to fit himself into the small nook of Red Lake as easily as a native could.

Daniel R. Huntington: Rudy's bum father. Being just over 45 and already plagued with bouts of arthritis, tendinitis, and a variety of other problems, Daniel rarely goes out to converse with the rest of Red Water. He normally spends his time at home, drunk and bored in his workspace. His occupation as a translator rarely has him leave his office, so Rudy doesn't spend as much time with his as he used to. Still, the teen loves his father to death, even if he doesn't show it.

Rudy is normally seen in his 1969 Dodge Charger. It breaks down every other week and makes an awful roaring sound when revved, but it's fast and his, so he loves it without jest.

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Jameson Reese Hughes

July 12th, 1998 (Eighteen)

Male

Homosexual

Summer job as a lifeguard at the local public pool.

All lean muscle and lean build, Jamie's fit for his age but not for any other reason but to stay healthy and get the stress off his back - so it's more lean muscle tone, than his uncle's abnormally peak human physicality. Maybe one day. Maybe not. His frame tends to lean toward an agile, almost wiry build. Lucky for him, it all fits evenly on his 5'9" height rather than oddly stretched over the length of his body.

He's got a knack for the more stylish wear and namely because his mother spoils him and gets him things he honestly doesn't need, didn't want, and didn't ask for. But, he can't blame her for having excellent taste in fashion and for wanting her son to keep up with the latest fashion trends. Really, though, it's unnecessary and if he had a choice in what to dress himself in, it'd usually be a pair of ratty, worn jeans with frayed edges and a t-shirt.

Other than that, Jamie usually looks like he's in a rush to wherever he's going. He takes deliberate steps, with a swagger that literally says 'get out of my way before I barrel you over,' and even if he doesn't have the man power to do it, he'll damn well try. What more, Jamie's usually got some kind of smug look on his face and a smirk that normally tugs at his lips. It's a side effect for having pretty much everything leave your mouth dripping with sarcasm. His voice is higher tone, with a little gravelly quality to it that's pretty evident in the morning. He talks with a sharp lilt and staccato tones, making sure whatever he says is pointed and leaves no prisoners.

There's a small hint of oil underneath a thick layer of expensive cologne. Oddly enough, Jamie doesn't have the money for anything above cheap pharmacy colognes, what less he doesn't really wear anything but deodorant.

Well, you know, someone's gotta be the asshole. Kind of an asshole. Anyone who knows Jamie well enough, knows that's a croc o' shit. Sadly, not many people actually know Jamie that well enough and he appears as a snarky know-it-all with a shit attitude. Honestly, though, Jamie doesn't mind that perception of him. Yeah he's loud and doesn't skimp on making as many innuendos as one man can fit into one sentence. He sure is prickly and, even though he does tend to make a lot of acquaintances, not many people see him beyond that 'He's a great guy to shoot the shit with and party.' Not that he parties a lot. Honestly, if he even went to one crazy high school party everyone would probably end up worrying for his well being. That's exactly how unaccustomed to people Jamie tends to be.

Aside from the tongue-in-cheek attitude he totes around, Jamie's often mislabeled as a misanthrope. He won't go around denying it - hell, if someone said it to his face, he'd agree - but it's honestly the antithesis to Jamie's actual feelings on human beings. He's honestly got a weird, detached thing going on in which he views people as more of a whole he doesn't like to attach himself to. Where Jamie honestly feels there's good in everyone, is willing to see when and why that isn't true most some of the time, Jamie never turns that microscope on himself. He tends to judge himself a lot harsher than his critics do and that ends up with a man who doesn't necessarily see himself as being worth saving. Other people? Yeah, there's always untapped potential in a person. There's always something that they can do better that he could never achieve. For a man with a brain that large, honestly, it's a little appalling that all the ego pumping doesn't actually affect his outlook on himself.

If Jamie had the money, he'd be more inclined to spend it on others in a well meaning way than to ever spend it on himself. Well, first, he'd give half of it to his family 'cause they kind of deserve that much.

Speaking of large minds, Jamie boasts a very mechanically and very scientifically inclined mind. Intelligent on those fronts, he tends to let that consume his time and effort. It's also his way of expressing any gratitude, as well as his way of helping others when he knows any other way is out of the question. Jamie can't read people, he can't provide emotional support, he's not really that good of a friend. But, what Jamie can do is fix just about any appliance, help you learn just about anything that's not history or English (or anything outside of math and science - though he is exceptionally bad at biology), can make your day with useless inventions, can throw gadgets and tools and a number of amazing things at you, yes. And that's all he'll give because that's all he knows how to give. Knowledge provides a lot and, honestly, he doesn't know how to provide anything but that.

He'd be a fucking awful teacher though. Dealing with teenagers as a teenager is enough of a mind fuck. Dealing with teenagers as an adult? He's not sure how his mother does it.

✔ Being Left Alone
✔ Engineering
✔ Anything to do With Space
✔ Stargazing
✔ Animals
✔ Sound of Nature (bird chirps, insect noises, frog croaks, etc.)
✔ Apple Pie

✘ Loud Noises
✘ Loud People
✘ Nosy Individuals
✘ Mornings/Dawns
✘ Being Inside at Night
✘ The Cold
✘ Not Wearing Sweaters

Well, first off, anything relating to space and the science behind it gets this guy going like he'd been hopped up on ten cups of coffee prior. That one's just a given. When someone yells out 'Look at what Nasa found!' in his near vicinity, it's best to just get the fuck out of the way.

Other than that, Jameson has a knack for building things - just anything really, with whatever equipment he has at hand. It'll go from small little mechanical devices like a makeshift RC car to something vast and absolutely something an eighteen year old kid in small town Pennsylvania doesn't need. That's all on a need to know basis, however. Outside of this box of crazy, Jamie likes to go around the town pretty much asking people if they need their things fixed for free. This grates on the nerves of any repair company 'cause he tends to get in on their territory quicker than they can. If a kid's willing to run around town avoiding people by fixing things, well, damn he's gonna do just that. It usually gets him a free baked good (or any kind of food on hand) and a drink too.

Honestly, the hardest part about looking back at what he's been through has to be the fact that he's a teenager and doesn't know even the minuscule amount of pain and effort and hardship his mother's been through. It's just looking at pictures, seeing just how bad they had it in those photo albums, noticing not one of them held anything but he and his mother until much, much later on. When he was running around like a snot nosed baby without a diaper, learning this and that did those pictures finally earn two more. And then, they'd become quite a family then.

Growing up, having those down-on-their-luck times just whiz by because he couldn't tell the difference - and thank god, that took some skill on his mother's part - didn't come as hard as it should have. And, even growing up as a complete and utter brat, Jamie never once took for granted what his mother worked her ass off for, nor what his uncles provided. If anyone got to see the extent of Jamie's affection, those three had first dibs and they often did. They were truly the only ones who saw Jamie outside of his hard shell, which in due part placed itself over his heart when he realized that not a lot in this world did much good. Not for his mother, not even for his two uncles, and certainly not for him.

These three people were all Jamie had in his life, that much was evident. That much made itself known and realizing how small and insignificant they were in the universe brought down a cold, hard truth. And maybe a fucking middle school aged kid shouldn't be spouting Friedrich Nietzche, but Jamie went through his 'scene' face quite early and when he left it, he left it a little colder, a little harder, and a lot more fucking snarky than he should be.

It didn't help that it took his mother a long, long time to get through to a job she could hold down nor did it help knowing that both his uncles worked countless hours just to help provide for them. And yet they not once looked at his mother or him with hatred in their eyes. To them, this was worth it and that should have been enough to at least soften Jamie, yet it only hardened him more. Because these people deserved better than what he and his mother provided them, and his mom deserved better than what some junkie artist gave her before shoving her to the streets. And maybe that's what really tipped Jamie a little over the edge, softened him to the people suffering quietly while hardening himself to what he deserved as a person.

Gifted with a brilliant mind, or at least what society liked to call brilliant - if it were up to him, Jamie wouldn't have anyone call him smart or anything for that matter. Honestly, his brain's just more inclined to a different type of thinking than other people and he doesn't usually like to laud that over his peers because he's pretty damn sure he can't do half the stuff they can. Regardless, even if they do call him brilliant and he doesn't agree, Jamie does think he can harness that kind of intelligence to at least help others more than himself. Of course, there's always going to be a modicum of his mind devoted to at least keeping him alive, but most of it is geared toward wanting to better other people even in as subtle a way as possible. Because if anyone finds out he's actually not as bad as he wants them to think he is, well, he's gonna have to prove them wrong, then.

Cause that tends to be a Hughes' thing, proving people wrong in the worst possible way imaginable.

I done read the rules, yo.