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[h1][color=darkred]SEAN DAVIS[/color][/h1]
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[i]Always have one eye over your shoulder. Don't know who might tap on you next.[/i]
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[h3]It sure is windy today...[/h3][/center]

[color=firebrick]|| NAME ||[/color]
[indent]Davis, plain and simple[/indent]
[color=firebrick]|| GENDER ||[/color]
[indent] Male [/indent]
[color=firebrick]|| AGE ||[/color]
[indent]31 [/indent]
[color=firebrick]|| ROLE ||[/color]
[indent]Lumberjack[/indent]
[color=firebrick]|| SEXUALITY ||[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]
[color=firebrick]|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||[/color]
[indent]Single, currently[/indent]
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[center][h3]Wait, did you hear that?[/h3][/center]
[color=crimson]|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||[/color]
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[*] Candid
[*] Reliable
[*] Independant
[*] Hard working
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[color=crimson]|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||[/color]
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[*] Claustrophobic 
[*] Easily flustered
[*] Untrusting
[*] Paranoid
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[color=crimson]|| QUIRKS ||[/color]
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[*] Always has his trusty ax on him
[*] Has several locks on his door and locks each one every time he enters/leaves his home
[*] Gestures with his hands often when he speaks
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[color=crimson]|| HOBBIES ||[/color]
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[*] Completing puzzles, mostly cross-words and sudoku
[*] Taking walks around town
[*] Reading
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[center][h3]Must have been the wind...[/h3][/center]
[color=indianred]|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||[/color]
[indent]John Davis - Father - Proprietor of own logging company
Cassandra Davis - Mother - Deceased
Trent Davis - Brother - College student majoring civil engineering[/indent]
[color=indianred]|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||[/color]
[indent]Lives in the home directly to the north of the logging mill. Aside from the lock ridden door, it has the bare minimum for furnishings aside from a few bookcases and a stand for any books and puzzles he may have. Otherwise the remaining space is empty to keep him at ease with his claustrophobia.[/indent]
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[center][h3]Did you just tap my shoulder?[/h3][/center]
[color=darkgray]|| BIOGRAPHY ||[/color]
[indent]Sean was born in 1985, some town far from Ashenport. Growing up, he and Trent were taught about logging and when not in school on summers, they were brought in to help with their father's company with little things. Through high school, he stuck close with his brother, not being the most popular guy around, but he got some attention, not that he wanted any. Once he was out of school, he joined up with his father's company while Trent went off to fulfill his dreams and moved on to college. The two have since lost contact and Sean couldn't even get in touch with his brother when their mother died from pneumonia one winter. Ten years before he moved to Ashenport, there was an accident on one of the logging jobs he had. A woman was hiking through and was passing by the site when Sean was felling a tree. Even with yelling 'timber' and the usual fanfare, the woman didn't hear and he watched helplessly as she was crushed under the trunk. That day, he left logging and hadn't thought about picking up an ax for years. Through therapy and various medicines, he worked himself back into the business, moving to Ashenport when he heard the mill was opening, hoping for a new start. That didn't stop the paranoia though...[/indent]
[color=darkgray]|| THEME SONG ||[/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS3q9H5g2WU] Nightmare - Set It Off[/url]
[sub]I feel the tapping on my shoulder
I turn around in an alarming state
But am I losing my mind?
I really think so
Not a creature in sight[/sub][/indent]
[color=darkgray]|| NIGHTMARE ||[/color]
[indent]To Sean, his nightmare is several severed limbs, two arms, two legs, that scuttle around. Each has tendrils, almost like a marionette's strings trailing off them that lead to a mound of flesh that can only be assumed to be the corpse the limbs belong to. Sean has yet to encounter it, but he could swear he saw flashes of it from the corner of his eye when he felt a tap on his shoulder.[/indent]
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