And here's my number two! [hider=Until I figure out why I suck at images LINK!] [url]https://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2F66.media.tumblr.com%2Ff5ac65351ccef557606ac603759e7d2e%2Ftumblr_mfb8e2RnEc1r93o5jo1_500.jpg[/url] [/hider] [center][h1][color=wheat]Fredrick Anton Osgood-Montague[/color][/h1] [img]https://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2F66.media.tumblr.com%2Ff5ac65351ccef557606ac603759e7d2e%2Ftumblr_mfb8e2RnEc1r93o5jo1_500.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fdarmabloom.tumblr.com%2F&docid=xQzarBgjiPGOcM&tbnid=0cbDkGriGGhh3M%3A&w=500&h=700&hl=en&client=safari&bih=672&biw=1024&ved=0ahUKEwinwZe3pobNAhXMJsAKHS7iCuUQMwhMKCYwJg&iact=mrc&uact=8[/img] [color=wheat][i]'I don't belive in frettin' or greivin'/ Why mess around with strife?'[/i][/color] -Ella Fitzgerald [color=wheat][i][b]Back To Basics[/b][/i][/color] [color=wheat][u][b]Name[/b][/u][/color] Fredrick Anton Osgood-Montague [color=wheat][u][b]What I Go By[/b][/u][/color] Freddie [color=wheat][u][b]Age[/b][/u][/color] 27 [color=wheat][u][b]Gender[/b][/u][/color] Male [color=wheat][u][b]Sexuality[/b][/u][/color] Homosexual, closeted [color=wheat][u][b]Birthdate[/b][/u][/color] 19th February 1995 [color=wheat][u][b]Occupation[/b][/u][/color] I am the bartender, loyal and faithful to Rio Nightlife (the bar.) [color=wheat][b][i]The Reflection In The Mirror[/i][/b][/color] [color=wheat][b][u]Height[/u][/b][/color] 5'9" [color=wheat][b][u]Weight[/u][/b][/color] 136 pounds [color=wheat][b][u]Eye color[/u][/b][/color] Blue [color=wheat][b][u]Hair color[/u][/b][/color] Dirty blond [color=wheat][b][u]Ethnicity[/u][/b][/color] American (Mississippi) [color=wheat][b][u]Physical Apperance[/u][/b][/color] Everything about Freddie when he's at work seems to yell 'clean cut!' He is clean-shaven, well-groomed, and his hair is usually slicked back with enough oil to give a whole country power for a year. When he isn't working, however, he has a bit of a transformation. His dirty-blonde, close-cropped hair is as messy as you can get it, he dosent tend to wear as much cologne as usual, and there is usually a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, however he is trying to quit, so sometimes it's a E-Cigarette. He has no tattoos on him at all, he thinks that "they may look cool now, but wait till y'all are older! How're you gonna look then?" He has icy blue eyes, and a light tan. Also, he is very skinny, but he tries to hide it as much as possible. Seeing all the buff gangsters walk into his club gives him serious self-confidence issues. [color=wheat][b][u]Attire[/u][/b][/color] Freddie tends to dress in his work attire more often than not. He usually wears one of his many starched, white shirts, a dark waistcoat, and a silver tie. On occasion, he ditches the waistcoat and tie. He can always be found wearing his emerald cuff-links, that his philanthropist sister gave him on his 19th birthday. His trousers are always the same color as his waistcoats, if he wore anything different he would be mortified, and wouldn't be able to show his face in public for at least three or four weeks. However, footwear-wise, he likes to wear his beat-up, old vans. Not that many people notice, you can't see feet from over a bar. [color=wheat][b][i]Weapons and Skills[/i][/b][/color] [color=wheat][b][u]Standard Weapon[/u][/b][/color] Freddie doesn't really need a weapon, per se. He is only a humble bartender. He does, however keep a standard Smith and Wesson revolver in his trouser pocket, in case there's a bar fight, the mob find some reason to threaten him, or some crazy homophobic/sociopathic hick discovers his secret. [color=wheat][b][i]Skills[/i][/b][/color] [list] [*]Mixologist- Freddie claims to be the 'King of Cosmopolitans.' He is very adept at mixing drinks, as he has been doing it for 5 years. He also claims he can make a slow gin fizz, blindfolded, in under 30 seconds. That's a lie. [*]Bard- Freddie can weave a very impressive tale or two, and tell it whith such intensity, that even if it was about the day he flew on a unicorn, one might belive it. This also means that he is a very, very good liar. [*]Engineer- He spent his days in university training to be an engineer, he knows lots about can machines, and how they work.[/list] [color=wheat][b][u]Strengths[/u][/b][/color] [list] [*]Handy with a pistol [*]Being a neutral party, he is often underestimated [*]Engineering degree [*]Brilliant mixologist [/list] [color=wheat][b][u]Weaknesses[/u][/b][/color] [list] [*]Low willpower [*]Tends to think with his heart more than his head [*]Afraid of bloody violence [*]Hopeless optimist, he fails to see when he needs to be serious [/list] [color=wheat][b][i]What I Waste My Time With[/i][/b][/color] [color=wheat][b][u]Hobbies[/u][/b][/color] [list] [*]Attempting to playing the trumpet [*]Visiting museums and art galleries [*]Critiquing the dress sense of his co-workers and clientele [*]Playing vintage video games (e.g. Tetris, Earthbound et al.) [/list] [color=wheat][b][u]Likes[/u][/b][/color] [list] [*]Jazz music (more specific Cab Calloway and Miles Davis) [*]Fantasy novels [*]Birds, he has a pet Canary [*]Holidaying in Europe [/list] [color=wheat][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color] [list] [*]The 'trash' they play at the club (pop music) [*]His millionare entrepreneur sister [*]Sad stories of any kind [*]Uptight people [/list] [color=wheat][u][b]What I'm Really Like[/b][/u][/color] Freddie, to those who have met him at the Rio Nightlife, is a slightly spoiled young man, but he is very charming and business-like, always finding time to help out his customers. He tries to cut back on the bill if they are unstatisfied with the club, or talk to those who are going through a rough patch. In actuallity, he really couldn't care less about the customers, or how spoiled he appeared. In actuality, he couldn't care less about life. Freddie is free-spirited, optimistic, and rather too laid-back for his own good. He always tries to lighten the mood if it's 'gettin' a little to heavy' for him. But he cannot tell the difference between an unnecessary tense mood, or a nessecarily serious one. Only when a problem very deeply affects or annoys him, does he shut his mouth, and do what he has to. [color=wheat][b][u]All About My Past[/u][/b][/color] Mistakes. We all make them, don't deny it. Nobody's perfect. I'm not, you're not, nor are Eric Montague and Blanche Osgood. She had a perfectly wonderful life, a devoted banker for a husband, a happy daughter Katie, and a very latge fortune in the bank. But than came Eric Montague, a handsome young archeologist. He seduced Blanche, and they had a whirlwind romance. The flames of passion gave off a bigger, richer juicer fruit than they could ever imagine. The rewards were a burden, and joy. A blessing, and a curse. A little baby boy, Fredrick Anton. When Blanche told Eric the news, he vowed if it were within his power, he would do everything he could to help the baby, and his poor, poor mother. But the very next day, the bounder escaped his mistakes, upped and left, fled the scene of the crime. Unfortunately, this caused Blanche to confess her sins to her husband. He wasn't thrilled. Throughout Freddie's childhood, his father refused to regarde him as a human being, his sister was kind to him (in the way an arrogant, ignorant toff is to a pauper,) but his mother loved him a bit too much, too tenderly, treating him more like a China doll. Especially after Walter, his father, beat him, which was more often than not. As he grew up, it was evident that he bore a striking resemblance to his cad of a father. He even acted like his father, wich scared Blanche sometimes. Walter sent him to a second-rate school, left him at home when they went out all night, and ignored him on special days, like his birthday. Everyone knew Freddie was different. He odviously bore no resembelence to his step-father, he almost never went to church with the family, but worst of all, when he was 13, people started to notice the he looked more at the boys in his class than girls. They noticed he was probably homosexual. That was it, the final straw with Walter, who went insane and drove himself off a cliff. Freddie thought his nightmare was over, but he was bullied. But he knew that there was some way for him to fit in. In university, when he was studying to become an engineer, there was a party, and the bartender was having car trouble, and couldn't get there. So Freddie stepped in. And found he was rather good with drinks. He decided when he graduated, until he could find a job, he would be a bartender. But he never found a job. He got to carried away with the life of a mixologist. When he was 25, he took his mother to New York with him, to settle down and start a new life. He found a job, at a club called Rio Nightlife, and became pretty good at what he did. Even the mafiosos knew they could trust him, he certainly made a name for himself. [color=wheat][b][u]My Blood[/u][/b][/color] [list] [*]Walter Osgood, step-father, deceased [*]Eric Charlie Montague, archeologist, 45 [*]Blanche Philipa Osgood, cleaner, 50 [*]Katie Fiona Sarah Osgood, philanthropist, 31 [/list] [color=wheat][b][u]Relasionships[/u][/b][/color] (Not really sure what to put here) N/A [color=wheat][b][u]Other/Theme Song[/u][/b][/color] Give Me The Simple Life- Ella Fitzgerald[/center]