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Strings

Also in the middle of a collab between Josh and Spice, expect that real soon

Strings

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Walking through the brisk morning air, a young man stifles a yawn, having stayed up a little later than normal. Only 2am of course, how bad could that be? Pretty awful if you have to work nearly 6 hours later, with little to no time to get ready for work the following morning. “Damn Fortnite is going to be the death of me…” the optician spoke, stifling yet another yawn, trudging through the streets of Boston to the nearest transit station. The walk from his condo wasn’t too far from his work, but on days where he got barely five and half hours of sleep, dragging his feet from his bed to his job was never a fun one, so the T was the only option.

It was cold out, cold enough that anyone smart enough would have worn a jacket. It’s not to say Kyle isn’t smart enough, he just really hates warm weather, so the cold provided him a necessary balance from his usual furnace level body temperature. That being said, he was at least smart enough to put on some gloves and wear a hat, as well as wear his Maui Jim sunglasses to combat the glaring fury of the sun; even then it was pretty bright.

Eventually making it to the stop, he pulled out his phone to check on any notifications either his boss or social media wanted to inform him of. As if on cue, Jamie’s blog sent a notification as soon as he pulled it out of his pocket, the screen suddenly turning on and showing a banner of bright cheeriness.

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Jamie...Kyle pinched his brows a little, currently in his lack of sleep manner he was as bright as a ray of pitch black, coffee wouldn’t fix it but...maybe a little of reading would. Begrudgingly he turned on the blogging app to only realize that at full volume with strangers around him that this was a vlog, ”Jesus!” as he tried to pause the vlog. He had to pause a moment as people were staring at him, but he chuckled shyly, apologizing before putting in a ear bud and plugging it to the phone.

Turning on the app again he listened to his friend go on her rant, listing ‘positivity’ and ‘fighting her inner demons’, it was rather gushy. Then again, this was Jamie, the spirit of sunshine, puppycats and rainbows, a little much for Kyle at times, but then again a little nice and comprehensible. It was good knowing there was a friend out there who exuded such a brilliant and shining aura. It wasn’t to say he had any bad juju by far, but his aura was more on the calming and ‘think this through’ kind of side, one to help dampen emotion just enough to not let it run like a wild and raging horse in a river. Jamie was an exception, sometimes an annoying one, but an exception as he admired the green string that bonded to his finger, invisible to the naked eye, but not the soul.

Ending the vlog he sighed somewhat happily to himself, knowing this week would probably be a rough one, including the weeks ahead of him. The bus had arrived and he boarded it, taking care to swipe his transit card through before seating himself near the back. It was going to be a rather tedious time of the year, Insurance weeks had passed him a little over a month ago, but now a new beast had presented itself; Spectrum. While not necessarily a manager at ‘An Eye for Fashion’ optical boutique, he was more involved in the store than most anyone else, which left him the designated role of, how was it described again... “Director of Event Logistics”

So...COEL was his role in this division, that essentially meant calling every frame rep across the board to see if they’re willing to provide eyewear to display for Spectrum’s event. This also included, raffles, giveaways and who knows what else to appease the crowd and hopefully bring them into the boutique. It wasn’t like Kyle wasn’t up for a challenge, but it was tedious work, work that his boss should be doing. It’s not to say that his boss was lazy, but he definitely had a habit of dropping tedious workloads onto his employees. Well..another day, another dollar, the life of an Optician was certainly never a boring one. Brainstorming, he awaited for the inevitable signal that his stop for work was nearby, listlessly browsing the internet from his phone.

Strings

Kyle Parker

26 ● Male ● Hetero

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summary

Hard at work, fun at play. A kind, yet fierce soul and a hopeless romantic.

brief history

Kyle’s childhood wasn’t exactly a healthy one, he grew up in an upper middle class family, with a mother who loved him unconditionally, but with a father who whip him into line if he was ever out of turn. Being the youngest in the family, Kyle essentially grew up around adults his whole life, maturing faster than most. He didn’t really understand kids his own age, and despite his best efforts to fit in, he felt like a social outcast among his classmates and peers.

Despite the odds, Kyle made the best of it, he socialized the best he could, attended high school with the intent of getting as far away from it all as he could, battling his inner demons along the way. After graduating high school he attended a university in Brooklyn, NY, following the mandate that “the only way to succeed in life is to get a degree”. Like all his life, he fell in line, but something about that line felt stagnant, he was just...bored. So after a few short semesters, he flunked out of school and returned home to his hellhole, the life he vowed to never go back to; mentally it broke him.

After several discussions with various therapists, an epiphany. He had fallen in line for so long, it’s lull drolling making him a submissive and obedient servant to its whims that he had no voice of his own. He needed to break away, to do something he wanted to do, not what society had predestined him from birth. Days later he was back on a bus to New York to make his claim in a city he had grown fond of. It took time, he crashed in with old roommates and friends, willing to give him a chance, then finally he found his beacon. An optical shop, whose owner was kind enough to give him a chance and teach him all he knew. That was nearly 6 years ago, since then he’s earned his license to work in both New York and Massachusetts, and is now working for a high end optical boutique, helping the city to see one pair of eyeglasses at a time.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓮 𝓜𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{So what's there to say about Jamie... *scratches head* h-honestly it was like an impractical sale turned into a more than wonderful friendship. I mean... she came in, wanted contacts, also wanted glasses, I told her that the frames were too big for her, she wouldn't listen, just loved them. At the end of the day, I'm happy I met her, but...God I cringe every time I hear her recommend me because I sold her THAT frame.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{The Celtic's 'King', I think that's what they called him...I'm not much of a sports fan, but hey Demetrius is a cool guy. I'm not a Brooklyn native, but I lived there long enough to know the game and speak the slang. Plus, from one healthcare provider to another, we have a mutual respect for one another. I help him see better and should I suffer some terrible accident, I know he's got my back. If nothing else, we get to trade stories from our time in New York.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓐𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔃⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{You know, it used to be black or brown when it came to choosing eyewear. Sometime back in the 50s, maybe it might've been Marilyn Monroe, or Ray-Ban that helped popularize it I don't know. Point is, fashion and glasses kind of fell hand in hand between companies like Tom Ford, Chanel, Etnia Barcelona, the market is constantly expanding. I'd like to think that's why we bonded so easily when she stepped into the boutique one day; a mutual appreciation for fashion. Sure she's drop dead gorgeous, but I don't think that'd go anywhere, if nothing else we're mutual colloquial fashion advisers to one another.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯

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dialogue colour: Palegreen
faceclaim:Logan Lerman
theme song:

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Joshua Paxton

30 ● Male ● Bisexual

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summary

A man of wealth and taste, rather charming and charismatic

brief history

Joshua grew up in a rather liberal home with varying freedoms and usually without consequences. After all, Joshua was an innocent and honest boy, or at least that was how he portrayed himself. Truth be told, even as a child he had a way of pulling on people’s strings and allowing themselves to be who they really were, reveal truths about themselves that they would never tell anyone else in a thousand lifetimes. Some would call this behavior ulterior or malicious, he would call it advantageous and beneficial, whether it to himself or others.

Take his cousin for example, poor little Tate, only a few years younger than him, living under a religious dictatorship. Whenever his family visited, he’d certainly respect his aunt and uncle’s wishes, but when it came to Tate, he’d let the boy’s true nature fly. Together the two would challenge themselves, a bonding rivalry, a brotherhood like no other, sometimes even sharing activities his foster parents would consider...sacrilege.

It wasn’t until Tate had his idea for grandeur that Joshua found an opportunity that would benefit them both. Allowing his cousin’s impulses to flow, and investing everything they had, together they laid the cornerstone for where their ‘church’ would be built. At Impulse, Joshua manages the front end of things as co-owner, taking care of day to day tasks and bartending from his pedestal, keeping an eye on the populace; waiting for his next toy to emerge.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Spice has been a loyal evangelist here at IMPULSE, but feels as though she is being neglected by the holy father. Who else is she to come to but his most trusted bishop, and if she is out to seek confession, who am I to deny her? Besides, all is fair in love and war, brother..}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝔁𝓽𝓸𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Sure, he might be a little thick in the skull, but he’s practically family, and blood is thicker than water. Besides, if I'm to live the high life, it might as well be with a person who I actually give a damn about...even if he won't admit that he gives just as much a damn about me..}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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other information

dialogue colour: Indianred
faceclaim:Tom Ellis
theme song:

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Strings

Kyle Parker

26 ● Male ● Hetero

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summary

Hard at work, fun at play. A kind, yet fierce soul and a hopeless romantic.

brief history

Kyle’s childhood wasn’t exactly a healthy one, he grew up in an upper middle class family, with a mother who loved him unconditionally, but with a father who whip him into line if he was ever out of turn. Being the youngest in the family, Kyle essentially grew up around adults his whole life, maturing faster than most. He didn’t really understand kids his own age, and despite his best efforts to fit in, he felt like a social outcast among his classmates and peers.

Despite the odds, Kyle made the best of it, he socialized the best he could, attended high school with the intent of getting as far away from it all as he could, battling his inner demons along the way. After graduating high school he attended a university in Brooklyn, NY, following the mandate that “the only way to succeed in life is to get a degree”. Like all his life, he fell in line, but something about that line felt stagnant, he was just...bored. So after a few short semesters, he flunked out of school and returned home to his hellhole, the life he vowed to never go back to; mentally it broke him.

After several discussions with various therapists, an epiphany. He had fallen in line for so long, it’s lull drolling making him a submissive and obedient servant to its whims that he had no voice of his own. He needed to break away, to do something he wanted to do, not what society had predestined him from birth. Days later he was back on a bus to New York to make his claim in a city he had grown fond of. It took time, he crashed in with old roommates and friends, willing to give him a chance, then finally he found his beacon. An optical shop, whose owner was kind enough to give him a chance and teach him all he knew. That was nearly 6 years ago, since then he’s earned his license to work in New York, is now working for a high end optical boutique, helping the city to see one pair of eyeglasses at a time.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯

other information

dialogue colour: Palegreen
faceclaim:Logan Lerman
theme song:

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Joshua Paxton

30 ● Male ● Bisexual

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summary

A man of wealth and taste, rather charming and charismatic

brief history

Joshua grew up in a rather liberal home with varying freedoms and usually without consequences. After all, Joshua was an innocent and honest boy, or at least that was how he portrayed himself. Truth be told, even as a child he had a way of pulling on people’s strings and allowing themselves to be who they really were, reveal truths about themselves that they would never tell anyone else in a thousand lifetimes. Some would call this behavior ulterior or malicious, he would call it advantageous and beneficial, whether it to himself or others.

Take his cousin for example, poor little Tate, only a few years younger than him, living under a religious dictatorship. Whenever his family visited, he’d certainly respect his aunt and uncle’s wishes, but when it came to Tate, he’d let the boy’s true nature fly. Together the two would challenge themselves, a bonding rivalry, a brotherhood like no other, sometimes even sharing activities his foster parents would consider...sacrilege.

It wasn’t until Tate had his idea for grandeur that Joshua found an opportunity that would benefit them both. Allowing his cousin’s impulses to flow, and investing everything they had, together they laid the cornerstone for where their ‘church’ would be built. At Impulse, Joshua manages the front end of things as co-owner, taking care of day to day tasks and bartending from his pedestal, keeping an eye on the populace; waiting for his next toy to emerge.

strings

⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯Tate Paxton⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Sure, he might be a little thick in the skull, but he’s practically family, and blood is thicker than water..}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
^{Character's thoughts on this person here.}
⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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⎯⎯⎯⎯𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷⎯⎯⎯⎯
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other information

dialogue colour: Indianred
faceclaim:Tom Ellis
theme song:

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Secrets

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A car whizzes down the countryside, revving and roaring with each shift of the gear and press of the gas pedal. The air felt and smelt so much cleaner than L.A., her choice in moving having been more than a welcome one when she made it nearly 5 years ago. Adelaide mused on her life choices, how much had changed and how much simply stayed the same. Well she was still a pain in the ass (literally) to lecherous men, and Charlie now at the ripe age of 5 was just beginning to learn the benefits of climbing trees (Adelaide having to catch him from falling and scolding him for it more than once). She chuckled to herself, life certainly was a funny thing, and sometimes it was a tragic one.

Her mind wandered to darker places, her parents, her uncle, the Reese family now in their own time of crisis, two members simply...vanishing. Life could be unsettling sure, but for a father and his own child to suddenly disappear, it was just uncanny, coincidental even. The evidence seemed to point to the father kidnapping the child out of sheer insanity and devastation over his recent losses; who knew what his other children were going through. Maybe her neighbor will figure it out, that detective with those bright blue eyes and just tussled enough hair. Adelaide didn’t see him often, probably the conflicting schedules of a Nanny and an officer of the law, but when she did...man was he a looker. That being said, dating and relationships were the furthest thing from her mind, right now what mattered, was caring for those kids; they need their ‘Auntie’.

Shifting the gears she sped her way down the road, she knew Ana didn’t approve of tardiness, but beaut of a car had her covered. An ‘81 Trans Am, it was her Uncle’s, after his death she kept it as a memento, it even had some upgrade and alterations to the original, like having a stick shift transmission; automatics were for pussies anyway.

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After some time she made it to the Victorian estate of Annabelle Dawson, the loaded and way too uptight lawyer, also her employer. Despite that description, Adelaide had some real appreciation for the woman, she was dedicated, focused and damn good at her job. That also being said, the money she was paid was real good, allowed her to have a home and buy clothing befit for presentation in front of her children, like the purple button up blouse that covered her tat and non-hole filled denims she wore. The dull revving of the Trans Am filled the air as it pulled into the driveway.

Interestingly enough someone was at the door...with flowers? Weird, didn’t think Ana would have found another Romeo given some of the stuff she’d heard about her ex. ’Huh… guess I’ll brighten the Boss’ day up’, she thought. Getting out of her car and closing the door, she casually strut over to the flower boy and piped up ”Can I help you or something?” The kid looked nervous, but stuttered out, “y-y-yes I’m hear t-to deliver some FLOWERS” his voice cracked. He coughed before continuing, “flowers t-t-o a uh…” he looked down at the card, “Ms…. uhh Daw-”. Adelaide had enough ”Yea-yeah, that’s me, give me the damn clipboard” she snatched the board from the kids hand, quickly forging her boss’ signature, shoved the clipboard back into his hands and snagged the flowers, ”Thanks kid, now buzz off” she jerked her head towards his car as he squealed in distress and bolted. ”Tsk...nobody need that shit” Turning to the door, she rapped on it with her knuckles before opening it, ”Oh Lucyyyy, I’m hooooommmme!”

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The sound of a typewriter clacking away resounded in the small 1 bedroom apartment of the soon-to-be-famous reporter. It was dark, and dingy, with a thick layer of smoke from too many cigars, and a foul odor akin to a man who had barely ate, slept or showered in a week… Maybe even two, Jarrek couldn’t remember, couldn’t be bothered to care either, especially not since he was stuck with tedious editorial work when literally the BIGGEST SCOOP OF THE CENTURY WAS

RIGHT UNDER HIS NOSE!!!!!

”SON OF A BITCH!!!!” He shouted, slamming his meaty fists into his work desk, knocking over a glass, half-filled with bourbon onto the floor, shattering as it made contact. He stayed himself for a moment, heavy breathing the only sound in his ears, hands ringing from the sudden physical distress he brought them. ”Goddamn cocksuckers…. he muttered to himself before taking a big drag from a well wet and worn cigar he lit maybe 20 minutes ago. Exhaling with a few coughs in-between, he ripped the article he was working on into bits, throwing them into the mountainous pile beside him. Shoving the crinkled cigar into an ashtray he removed himself from his work desk to view his ‘connection wall’.

The wall was a mess of photographs, articles and red string, outlying the theories and connections that could possibly be related to the ‘real’ criminals of Millington. The Reese family was at the top of that list, oh sure, they might seem like homely individuals, real ‘Pillars of the Community’, but that didn’t make them perfect. Everyone has a secret, a truth to be revealed, theirs was somewhere along the lines of funding ammunition for those Sand-Nigger, Pig-Fuckers in the Taliban and Afghan Army. Hell, today could be the American Dream, and tomorrow, the 4th Reich is slamming their Ubermensch barbed dildos right into Uncle Sam.

Jarrek sighed heavily, running his hand down his sweaty brow to his scraggly facial hair. Looking at the wall he pondered, ”How long since the disappearances?” He had so many questions, so many theories, but his Jew Penny Pincher of a Boss wouldn’t let him near the Reese Family. ”They’ve been through enough already he says. I won’t let you harm a single hair on their reputable head he yells!” Groaning in frustration, Jarrek fetches another glass before pouring himself whatever was left of the bourbon. A small amount to be sure, but enough until he could get himself another bottle.

Downing in one go, he decided enough was enough; Jarrek Garrethorn had to take initiative. Finding the least smelly clothes, donning his jacket and shades, and applying some cologne for good measure, the man of the hour finally exited his apartment, unleashing a deathly miasma from its core. Lookout Town of Millington! A storm is brewing, and it’s name…. Is Hurricane Jarrek!

Secrets

Jarrek Garrethorn

JARREK GARRETHORN

DOB: 08/13/1977

Age: 41

Appearance

Height: 5’ 3”
Weight: 369 lbs
Tends to wear a tweed jacket that has one hole in its pocket (can never remember which hole), has a pair of aviator glasses that are tinted yellow (Think John Goodman from The Big Lebowski) that has an attached flipper clip on. His ‘musk’ is a hint of cat piss even though he puts on way too much cologne

Location
MillCreek Hollow Apartment Complex; Neighbor; Apartment 1B

Education
Has a Bachelors in Invetigative Journalism (Potentially with a few warrants attached to it)

Occupation
’Crackpot’ Journalist for the Millington Post

Personality
Big, Bombastic, and completely full of himself. This man has ambitions to reveal the truth no matter the cost. While most would find him crude and untolerable, his editor simply lets him keep his job as a journalist simply because... he’s really the only one to bring in the dough with his ludicrous stories. Even so, he’s kept on a tight leash and this displeases him to the point where he goes through other methods to discover ‘the dirty scoop’. Nothing is beneath him, bribery, extortion, breaking and entering, sex, murder (would make for a killer story) NOTHING. He’s here to bring the people the truth, even if they can’t handle the truth.

Biography
No one really knows how Jarret came to Millington; mostly because anyone curious enough to ask got a different story every time. The few that stick to mind are, that he was the overseer at Guantanamo Bay, he got close enough to Osama that he could have sold out all of Al Qaeda, but Obama shut it down and the bastard got away and Navy Seal Team Six got all the damn credit. Another recounting was when he was an evangelist of the church of universal vaginatariaism, who worshipped the Mother Mary as their Lord, but he was excommunicated when he accidentally exposed himself to a younger clergy member (aka the youngest daughter of their priest). All in all, the stories only get more ridiculous, most think of him as a loon, and those who don’t are wary enough to see the warning signs. How many licks does it take to get to the center of Jarrek? The world may NEVER want to know.

Your Badass Neighborhood Nanny

DOB: April 12, 1985

Age: 33


Height: 5’ 7”
Weight 132 lbs
As depicted in the image, generally wears torn denim jeans and a black tank top, at work she does wear pants with no holes in them and depending on the weather, either a long sleeve shirt, blouse or sweater. She is never without her driving gloves (a gift from her uncle). If she’s not smoking a cigarette, she has a vape hidden on her, out of sight of the kids and boss, and a serrated edge knife concealed in her ankle. Also, she drives one of these

1981 Pontiac Firebird Turbo

Belonged to her Uncle, keeps a set of brass knuckles in the glove compartment.

Location
Countryside (disclaimer: she does live on Anabelle’s estate about 90% of the week, but she has her own place to get away to every once in a while)

School
Self Taught/Homeschooled

Occupation
Head Nanny for Annabelle Dawson

Personality
”I’m kinda like a glass of whisky, I might taste a little bitter, but goddamn, you better believe I’ll make your day better”

Cool as glass, sharp as a tack, and tougher than leather define Adelaide. She’s the kind of woman that will drink you under the table and kick you flat on your ass in 3 seconds flat (a bit longer than your average 2 pump chump). Her gaze can be hard to some, but when it comes to ‘her kids’, they’re as gentle as a deer (and you better believe if you mess with ‘her kids’ she’s gonna tear your goddamn eyes out).

Background
Originally born in a nasty part of L.A., her parents weren’t the kindest of people and before long, they were behind bars before she turned the age of 6; that’s where her uncle came in. While her parents were doing time, her Uncle was the one who took care of her and taught her everything he knew so she could get by in life. Everything from math and literature, to handling herself out on the streets and brawling a little when things got rough. Her Uncle was by no means a good person, which in some cases, meant she wasn’t a good person either and did some things that bad people would do; nothing serious, but again, nothing good. It wasn’t until the night her uncle did something bad and stupid enough to get himself killed that she fled town in his car, vowing to live a better life, a different life. With whatever money she could scrounge up, she made her way to Millington, that perfect, quiet little town and found herself working as a Nanny, helping to raise two beautiful children. She couldn’t be happier.

Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

@Garattee One more word out of your mouth...

Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

@lovely complex

Awesome ^^ I did add a little update since last season. Ashton got hurt on the job, so she's on medical leave (unwillingly) for the moment. Now she can spend quite a bit of her time romancing socializing! ^o^

@Silver Fox

Yay! And socialization with her bestie Kyle XD

Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

@Dynamo Frokane Aww, but wouldn't it be fun to go round 2 in another street brawl?

On that note, I'm actually not as inspired as I thought for a new character so...Kyle's back! Feel free to look at my CS again.