[b]Player Name:[/b] Kote
[b]Character Name:[/b] James Edward Miller III
[b]Age:[/b] 29
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Occupation:[/b] Nurse – Mental Health (Hopeless)

[b]Brief History:[/b]
It’s a little thing called wanting and having it all… or he did, up until five years ago, when his wife and infant son were killed in a motor vehicle collision with a drunk driver.  After that, things never corrected themselves.  His life has been stream of inpatient stays, followed by periods of stability, always landing him in another period of decompensation.   Most immediately, he’s been thriving, as much as one can under such circumstances.  He’s been working under probationary terms at the local mental health clinic for a few months now.  Things are going well.  He shows up to work, handles his superiors well.  They believe he’s fine.  They see hope for him.  But they don’t know he doesn’t take his medication.  They don’t know he spends his free time alone, in his home, watching old home movies, going through pictures on his computer.  They don’t see that for him, there is no light at the end of this tunnel.  

[b]How did your letter arrive and with what item: [/b]
He was at work.  He was cleaning out a room, changing a bed sheet when the delivery man came in behind him.  He called his name, and gave no introduction of own, but just handed him a plain manila envelope, clasped and taped shut.  He told James not to open it until he got home that night.  Compliant, James did as instructed.  He sat himself down to a dinner of ramen noodles, and orange juice, and cut the tape holding the envelope closed with a steak knife.  Inside was the invitation, all official looking on thick, white paper, and a Hallmark card.  He began to shake as he read it, hot tears fell down his face.  “Happy 5th Birthday.”  



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