[b]Birth Given Name :: [/b]“I’m Garet Liam Kincade. I just go by Garet.”
[b]Preferred Name ::[/b] “...I just told you. Garet. I. Go. By. Garet. If you’re Stormy, and I note you are not, you’d probably call me Ferret or...Gare-Bear. But you’re not, so don’t.”
[b]Established In ::[/b] “My birthday is May 15, 1992. 21 years old if you are math challenged. Like Stormy, I’ll be 22 soon--before she gets there, ha!”
[b]Theme Song ::[/b] “If I had to pick a song that best describes me, it would be Limp Bizquit’s rendition of Behind Blue Eyes. YES, I know my eyes aren’t blue but…the song describes me, sometimes...a bit too well. ‘Nobody knows what it’s like, to be the bad man...to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.’” [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxwuB6xPcvs]
[b]Gender Identification :: [/b]“I am a guy. I identify with men. But...I suppose I do have a feminine side to me in some ways. But I identify with guys.”
[b]Sexual Orientation ::[/b] “I’m Hetero all the way. Why, you hitting on me? Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
[b]Someone In Your Sights ::[/b] “....I try not to think about it. So don’t ask. You know, sometimes people want what they probably will never have, and it’s those sorta things people try to avoid thinking about.” 
[b]Historical Background ::[/b] “Well this is a loaded question there. I’ve got quite a history. See, when I was just a little kid, about 8 years old...my mother, that old witch...she umm. She thought my dad was cheatin’ on her. Turns out he wasn’t, but she thought he was an one night when he was sleeping, she stabbed him to death. Took a butcher knife from the kitchen, called me into the bedroom. She told me that she had somethin’ to show me. Said that she needed to teach me what happens to ‘pigs that have no respect for women.’ So, she walked over to my dad, sleeping as he was, and she stabbed him right in the throat. Then she stabbed him in the chest, and kept stabbing and stabbing...up and down, the knife pierced his flesh, there was blood everywhere...god...so much blood. The smell of it, the crazed look in my mother’s eyes...The sight haunts me to this day. 

When it was over, and he was dead, she walked over to the nightstand, taking the revolver from the drawer. ‘Don’t you ever be like your daddy, Garet. You be kind to women, you don’t hurt them like he hurt me, understand?’ Then she put the gun to her temple and pulled the fucking trigger. So I watched my mother stab my father to death right in front of me, then blow her own brains out. I sat in the middle of that for 3 days, crying...trying to figure out what to do...hoping that they weren’t really dead. Of course they were, and I called the police a few days later. When they came….well, I was in the news. “The orphan who survived” they called me. Of course, I was sent to an orphanage, there was nobody else to take care of me. 

That moment with my parents changed my life forever. If I couldn’t trust my mom, how could I trust anyone? I didn’t socialize, I was...well, I didn’t really have anything to do with anyone. Things got pretty bad for me, I was bullied by most everyone there. Spent a friggin year in that orphanage, being tormented...until I met her. Alexandria Marie Devereux, my Stormy. Or sometimes Deva when I’m feeling suicidal. She was a french girl that ended up in the United States...and at the very same orphanage I was in. Not being able to speak English really well, she was something of an outcast like me. That’s probably what drew me to her. I remember when I first saw her, sitting alone, and I walked over, sat down beside her. “We’ll be alright, you know.” That’s the first thing I said to her. Before I told her my name, before she told me *her* name...I told her we’re gonna be okay. I remember saying that, because...when my mother stabbed my dad, he woke up. He saw me, and I swear he mouthed those words to me as he was dying. That stuck with me, and I told Stormy that same thing. 

From that moment on, we were pretty good friends. It actually didn’t take much for me to trust her, and given what I’d just been through, what I was facing at the orphanage...how I was with anyone else...that says a lot about her. We started hanging out, I taught her English as best as I could, helped her learn our language. She was the only person I ever befriended from there, and to this day, she’s the only person from that orphanage I maintained any contact with. We ended up getting adopted by different families, but luckily the two families lived close together. We ended up meeting just shortly after being separated...although when she was adopted first...God, I thought I’d never see her again. Turns out, we ended up living just a few blocks from each other! Talk about luck, right?? Anyway, we’ve been good friends since the orphanage, and even become *best* friends. Enrolled in college together, as well. We take a few of the same classes too, which is really great. 

My hobby is photography. I’d do that for a living if I had the chance. I love to travel, and I love taking pictures--and I *love* photo editing. I always carry my trusty camera with me wherever I go--and I’m constantly trying to take pictures of Stormy too--I think sometimes it annoys her just a little. **Run something by Gabby here**

[b]State/Country of Origin ::[/b] “The good ol’ US of A. I’m American, and proud of it too!”
[b]Contents of Suitcase ::[/b] “I was supposed to bring a suitcase? SHIT, I knew I forgot SOMETHING. Nah, just kidding. Here’s an inventory of what was in my suitcase:

*Extra clothes. I’m going to AFRICA--of course I’ll have a few changes of clothes with me
*Pen/writing paper. I like to keep a journal. Don’t judge!
*Camera batteries, laptop cords (I couldn’t fit these in my carry on)
*My survival Machete. Figured, if I’m going to be in the Savannah, I should take one with me. [hider=knife][img=http://65.181.189.200/images/3503a.jpg][/hider]
*A harmonica. I love to play the thing, and while I couldn’t fit it in my carry on, I wanted to bring it. 

And that’s it. I know it’s not much...but I pack pretty damn light.”

[b]Contents of Carry-On Bag ::[/b] “Ahh, my carry on bag! I have some interesting stuff in here, camera equipment included, because I’m a photography minor. Anyway, here’s the list:”

*My Olympus OM-D D-M1 digital camera [hider=Camera][img=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HT8P_e-SweM/Ui3E6oy2yCI/AAAAAAAAagc/aeRWVyGreHQ/s1600/P9095996.jpg][/hider]

*Extra lenses--including a macro lense, and a really kick ass zoom lense!

*Spare change of clothes (I’m paranoid like that)

*Trail mix (crap cost me like double what it cost on the OTHER side of security)

*Bottle of MUG root beer. (What can I say, mug is my favorite brand. Screw A&W)

*Smartphone (duh, I carry it everywhere)

*Laptop (I never go on flights without it)

*My wallet. Well, technically this is on ME and not my carry on, but all the same. In this, I have a picture of Stormy and I, and I also have a picture of my father and I together….before he was taken from me of course. 

[b]Description of Persona :: [/b]“In case you haven’t noticed by now I’m a bit of a smartass. But truth be told, I’m a really shy person, and I disguise that by being a smartass. I’m not much of a fighter, I’m more of a pacifist person. Not to say I won’t deck someone if I have to, but I’d prefer not to. I am compassionate, I care for people, even if I don’t socialize much with em. Or at all. Alright, I’ll be straight with you. I’m very much a loner. In fact, Stormy is my ONLY friend. I’m no psychologist, but I imagine my time at the orphanage is why I’m the way I am today. My best guess anyway. If you can get past my mental barriers though, I’m damn loyal. I care for the few people who’ve ever gotten close to me (again, currently alive, only Stormy can say she’s close to me). I believe in unwavering loyalty as a friend, standing by your friends side no matter what. 

….I suppose I also ought to admit that I’m terrified of two things. Spiders and heights. Mostly spiders...heights don’t bother me until I reach a certain altitude. Like an airplane. And I fucking HATE turbulence. Scares the crap out of me, that. So Spiders, and heights--I could do without both of those things. My biggest fear? Something happening either to Stormy or between us that would make her hate me. I’m here today, because I met her, and I can’t imagine life without her.”

[b]Descriptive Appearance :: [/b]“...I describe myself like the picture? I have dark brown, short hair, a goatee, I’m rather thin and kinda lanky. Not to say I don’t have some muscle, but I’m not what you’d call ripped. It’s hard to tell from the picture there, but I have hazel eyes. Oh and, I think my ears are kinda big….”

[b]Accessories :: [/b]“I’ve got a few tattoos as a matter of fact. I’ll give a list. I don’t have as many as Stormy, but I have my fair share. 

*Tribal tattoo of a wolf on the underside of my right wrist. Got this with Stormy--she got a matching one. It symbolizes our eternal friendship.

*I have a vivid tattoo on my left shoulder, of a wolf howling at the moon

* I have a tattoo on my right shoulder. A quote that says “Many who live deserve death. Some that die, deserve life. Can you give it to them?” It’s a quote from The Lord of the Rings--Gandalf says it to Frodo. Yeah, I’m a geek. I admit it. 

Photographed Appearance :: “Really? Oh fine, here’s a photograph. Don’t try to blackmail me later or something.”

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