Name: Colin Barker
Age: 36
Personal Details:
Colin’s not too sure anymore, about a lot of things; there's a lot that doesn't feel like it used to.
It all started in the golden years - the years when he was still a punk-youth with the jock body, toting a pure mind and a huge
heart - with the girl he fell in love with. He DJ'd at a club she frequented and one night, for whatever reason, she decided to B-line it for the booth and chat him up between sets. The rest is rom-com history... though one addled with drugs.
Ana was in a gang, some real scuzzy shit. He lived in a slightly better (but arguably similar) neighborhood next to hers; he hung around some sketchy places, saw some unlawful shit, but never himself dabbled much in that life. Meeting Ana changed all of that; she opened his eyes to a world of quick profit, fast living, and false company.
She screwed him. Completely. Every. Which. Way. A job went wrong and she fucking left him there, she was told to and she did it. He almost stayed there forever, clutching his shoulder on the dirtied mosaic of black and white tiles. Colin placed everything he was into Ana; she became the reason, he no longer had to search for what his life could be or what it could mean. When she left he reverted to days of the past.
His adult life in New Ancora is not too different from how it was before he met Ana. When he's not buried under a case Colin is usually: drinking, grabbing a bite, catching a show, looking for drugs, looking for someone to spend the night with, looking for where exactly down the line he lost himself, or if he had ever found himself at all.
Occupation: Detective
District: 17
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