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(If this is you or someone you know IRL, please let me know immediately and please don't sue me. ;u;)
"How else can today get worse?"
Name
Gender
Age
Birthplace
Former Life
Percy James Moore
Gender
Male
Age
32
Birthplace
Born and raised in Rushford.
Former Life
He was recently laid off from his most recent job as a teacher's assistant.
[ ❇ ] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N
Appearance Description
Personality
Biography
He's usually wearing glasses, because even though contacts are a lot less dorky looking, the idea of sticking shit in his eyes freaks him out.
Personality
Empathetic
Benevolent
Modest
Funny (he thinks he is, anyway)
Like a Fuckin' Sailor
Dadly
Anxious
Soft
Dense
Benevolent
Modest
Funny (he thinks he is, anyway)
Like a Fuckin' Sailor
Dadly
Anxious
Soft
Dense
Biography
Percy's early life, while important in shaping his character, is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. What can be said, though, is that his parents loved him, he did fairly well in school, and he made and lost friends like any other person would. He graduated high school, and then went to college. He was uncertain about what he wanted to do at first, so he faffed about for about a year before digging in and making the choice to pursue an engineering degree - three more years. It wasn't until after he'd graduated college and moved back into his parents house that the things that start to matter actually start to happen. His father fell ill and died, and his mother soon followed. "Died of a broken heart," the doctors said. Percy couldn't keep himself from scoffing at the assumption - not that his parents didn't love each other very much, he knew they did, but.. God, what a lame fucking explanation. It wasn't fair, and it was even less fair that a few months later he was forced to sell his childhood home so he could move to a smaller, more affordable apartment. Another extended period of scrambling, and he eventually was able to find a job to keep himself afloat and still be able to treat himself to a night out on that rare occasion he felt like going out.
On one of those rare instances of treating himself, he met a certain Miss Laura White - saying hello to her was the absolute worst decision he could have made in his life. At first, it was fine, but it was after she moved in with him that she showed her true colors. To keep a very long story short, Laura was an absolute party animal, and she was a very unpleasant drunk. Never physical, but still hurtful. Despite that, Percy found himself tagging along sometimes, and sometimes still he would find himself partaking in the drinking. It was fun for a while, but.. God, she went out like twice a week, if not more! And sometimes she wouldn't come back home for days. She'd come back looking like an absolute mess, but grinning and reeking of booze like it was ok. Percy would of course help her to bed, but when she woke up sober, he wouldn't be able to keep his anger in check any more. They'd fight, scream, and one time it got so bad the police were called to make sure that nobody was in danger. That little scare did get them to stop arguing, for a little while. Even better? Somewhere in the mess, Laura got pregnant.
At first, Percy was scared that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't his - like, when he didn't tag along, he had no way of knowing what Laura got up to. She could have slept with a thousand different men for all he knew, and he wasn't about to be a dad to some other guy's kid. Laura, however, insisted that it was his, that after getting together she never slept with anyone else - and she also insisted that she'd sober up, she'd change, that she really, really wanted this baby with him. Percy begrudgingly agreed, but on the condition that she go through all the necessary detoxes and check-ups and whatever else might be needed to make sure their baby comes out healthy. She does without question, and nine months later, Ana Lee Moore is born. She's a bit smaller than they expected her to be, but she wasn't sick. When he saw his daughter's sweet little face, Percy fell in love all over again - a stronger love than he'd ever known in his life. He also bawled like a little bitch, but we don't talk about that. So after swiftly getting married and adjusting to the largest change in their lives (that being Ana), Percy really believed that they could have that idyllic family life he'd fantasized about - sure, it happened much sooner than he was comfortable with, but now that Ana was in his life, he couldn't imagine his life without her.
Given that he's now been divorced from Laura with joint custody of Ana for around three years, you can guess where that idyllic life went. If you can't, then I'll tell you - down the shitter. For a little while, it did work out - they moved once again to a nice little house perfect for the three of them, but it didn't take Laura very long to slowly sink back into alcoholism. While of course Percy cared and was concerned for her, he was far more concerned for Ana's wellbeing. Having a mother that was absent for a week and then came home absolutely fucking sloshed didn't do good things to a Ana's psyche, and neither did having to listen to constant arguing about that as well as money, responsibility, and.. Well, herself. Percy knew that either they had to change, or they had to split. Ana was starting to come to them and try and break them up when they got too loud. She was five. She didn't deserve to feel responsible for that, and they both knew it. It was a mutual agreement that they needed to split, because... Well, because Laura wasn't about to change any time soon. Raising a little girl all on his own is scary - daunting, even - but he wouldn't change it for anything. Ana's slowly becoming a snappy little firecracker of a child and as far as Percy's aware, Laura's been clean for almost a year and is happily engaged to someone else. He's happy for her, but he wishes that she could have maybe cleaned up her act sooner, rather than later.
Due to how their visitation is set up, Laura had this summer to spend with Ana. This summer, of all summers, had to be when the Wildfire virus struck. The last he heard from them, it was a text from Laura's number but it was obviously Ana frantically typing,telling him how scared she was. He tried to call her back, but there was no answer.
He has to find his baby.
On one of those rare instances of treating himself, he met a certain Miss Laura White - saying hello to her was the absolute worst decision he could have made in his life. At first, it was fine, but it was after she moved in with him that she showed her true colors. To keep a very long story short, Laura was an absolute party animal, and she was a very unpleasant drunk. Never physical, but still hurtful. Despite that, Percy found himself tagging along sometimes, and sometimes still he would find himself partaking in the drinking. It was fun for a while, but.. God, she went out like twice a week, if not more! And sometimes she wouldn't come back home for days. She'd come back looking like an absolute mess, but grinning and reeking of booze like it was ok. Percy would of course help her to bed, but when she woke up sober, he wouldn't be able to keep his anger in check any more. They'd fight, scream, and one time it got so bad the police were called to make sure that nobody was in danger. That little scare did get them to stop arguing, for a little while. Even better? Somewhere in the mess, Laura got pregnant.
At first, Percy was scared that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't his - like, when he didn't tag along, he had no way of knowing what Laura got up to. She could have slept with a thousand different men for all he knew, and he wasn't about to be a dad to some other guy's kid. Laura, however, insisted that it was his, that after getting together she never slept with anyone else - and she also insisted that she'd sober up, she'd change, that she really, really wanted this baby with him. Percy begrudgingly agreed, but on the condition that she go through all the necessary detoxes and check-ups and whatever else might be needed to make sure their baby comes out healthy. She does without question, and nine months later, Ana Lee Moore is born. She's a bit smaller than they expected her to be, but she wasn't sick. When he saw his daughter's sweet little face, Percy fell in love all over again - a stronger love than he'd ever known in his life. He also bawled like a little bitch, but we don't talk about that. So after swiftly getting married and adjusting to the largest change in their lives (that being Ana), Percy really believed that they could have that idyllic family life he'd fantasized about - sure, it happened much sooner than he was comfortable with, but now that Ana was in his life, he couldn't imagine his life without her.
Given that he's now been divorced from Laura with joint custody of Ana for around three years, you can guess where that idyllic life went. If you can't, then I'll tell you - down the shitter. For a little while, it did work out - they moved once again to a nice little house perfect for the three of them, but it didn't take Laura very long to slowly sink back into alcoholism. While of course Percy cared and was concerned for her, he was far more concerned for Ana's wellbeing. Having a mother that was absent for a week and then came home absolutely fucking sloshed didn't do good things to a Ana's psyche, and neither did having to listen to constant arguing about that as well as money, responsibility, and.. Well, herself. Percy knew that either they had to change, or they had to split. Ana was starting to come to them and try and break them up when they got too loud. She was five. She didn't deserve to feel responsible for that, and they both knew it. It was a mutual agreement that they needed to split, because... Well, because Laura wasn't about to change any time soon. Raising a little girl all on his own is scary - daunting, even - but he wouldn't change it for anything. Ana's slowly becoming a snappy little firecracker of a child and as far as Percy's aware, Laura's been clean for almost a year and is happily engaged to someone else. He's happy for her, but he wishes that she could have maybe cleaned up her act sooner, rather than later.
Due to how their visitation is set up, Laura had this summer to spend with Ana. This summer, of all summers, had to be when the Wildfire virus struck. The last he heard from them, it was a text from Laura's number but it was obviously Ana frantically typing,telling him how scared she was. He tried to call her back, but there was no answer.
He has to find his baby.
[ ❇ ] M I S C E L L A N E O U S
Gear
Skills
Other
Glock 17 - 9mm, Safe-Action. Given to him by his mother before she passed. (One box of extra ammunition, 17 rounds per magazine)
Food. Cheese crackers, canned soup, cereal, beef jerky.
Nice reusable water bottle. It was an impulse buy that he didn't really think he'd get serious use out of.
A well-loved stuffed rabbit. Put in a plastic bag to prevent filth accumulation.
Cellphone. He has a selfie of himself and Ana as his lockscreen.
A duffel bag. Gotta carry this stuff somehow.
Food. Cheese crackers, canned soup, cereal, beef jerky.
Nice reusable water bottle. It was an impulse buy that he didn't really think he'd get serious use out of.
A well-loved stuffed rabbit. Put in a plastic bag to prevent filth accumulation.
Cellphone. He has a selfie of himself and Ana as his lockscreen.
A duffel bag. Gotta carry this stuff somehow.
Skills
Firearm Safe: His mother was a very pro-gun safety type of woman, so as soon as Percy could hold a pistol without struggling, he was taught to shoot. He's not the best shot, but at least he knows better than to look down the barrel of a gun when it jams.
Patience: Being both a father and a past teacher's aide, he basically has the patience of a saint. Well, ok, no, not really, but he's more patient than he used to be.
Dad: Being a dad, you gain many skills - for example, he's honed his reflexes, he can make a mean mac and cheese, and he's learned not to give as much of a fuck about what people think - having to feign confidence so your daughter learns to be self-assured has a way of making you actually more confident. Who knew? Oh, yeah, and dad jokes. Loads of dad jokes. Horrible, dry dad jokes. Like saltine crackers dipped in sand levels of dry- you get it.
Patience: Being both a father and a past teacher's aide, he basically has the patience of a saint. Well, ok, no, not really, but he's more patient than he used to be.
Dad: Being a dad, you gain many skills - for example, he's honed his reflexes, he can make a mean mac and cheese, and he's learned not to give as much of a fuck about what people think - having to feign confidence so your daughter learns to be self-assured has a way of making you actually more confident. Who knew? Oh, yeah, and dad jokes. Loads of dad jokes. Horrible, dry dad jokes. Like saltine crackers dipped in sand levels of dry- you get it.
Other
He has a bit of a photographer's eye and Ana has a lot of fun being his little model, so he has many pictures of his daughter just being a dork.
