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[color=07bbed][sub][i]Wes, Charlie[/i][/sub][/color][hr][hr][img]IMG OR GIF[/img]

[color=07bbed]“Don’t fucking call me Charles. Ever.”[/color][hr][hr]
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[color=07bbed] Name [/color]
[indent]Wesley Charles Clay[/indent]

[color=07bbed] Birthday & Age [/color]
[indent]3/19, 23[/indent]

[color=07bbed] Gender & Sexual Orientation [/color]
[indent]Male, Straight[/indent]

[color=07bbed] Other Labels [/color]
[indent]Wannabe rockstar [/indent]

[color=07bbed] Position on the Crew [/color]
[indent]Flex/one of the ASMs. He works as a waiter commonly, but goes back to the kitchen when things get too rough back there. He’s a pro, been doing this for almost seven years now, ever since he dropped out.[/indent]

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jpf-eC-Xlk][color=lightsteelblue][sub][i]"They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild"[/i][/sub][/color][/url][/center][hr][hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/HThBy6d.png[/img][/center]

[color=07bbed] Personality[/color] 
[indent][color=07bbed]The Positive:[/color]
[sup]What qualities do [i]you[/i] bring to the table that make you a valuable member of the crew? Are you a team player? Tell us![/sup]
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[*] [color=07bbed][b]I’ll show up on time, because I really need this job.[/b][/color]
[*] [color=07bbed][b]I’m good at listening.[/b][/color]
[*] [color=07bbed][b]I’m very calm.[/b][/color]
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[indent][color=07bbed]The Negative:[/color]
[sup]Not everyone is perfect! That’s okay, here at the Sunshine Diner, we’ll help you grow as a person! Be honest.[/sup]
[list]
[*] [color=07bbed][b]Calmness only lasts so long. You better believe that backstage — sorry, in the back — I’m going to freak the fuck out[/b][/color]
[*] [color=07bbed][b]I’m lazy. Let’s be real, I might need this job, but I don’t give a fuck about it. Do you?[/b][/color]
[*] [color=07bbed][b]I’ll be taking frequent smoke breaks, and I’m sure that’s obnoxious. You’re legally obligated to say yes too, so tough luck.[/b][/color]
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[indent][color=07bbed]Sell Yourself:[/color]
[color=07bbed][b]“Alright, imagine this. You come into work, you got a sign you need someone to stand on the corner and spin. For the low price of twelve dollars an hour, I will stand on that corner. I will spin that sign. You come into work, and your lead cook is too fucking hung over to drop fries into the deep fryer? I can drop those fries. Hostess got dumped and is crying in the bathroom while snorting lines of crushed up Adderall off of her little makeup mirror? I will host the fuck out of this restaurant. Buncha assholes just rolled in, and you need someone to handle their table before your normal waitress stabs them? I got that on lock down.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][color=07bbed]Tell the Truth:[/color]
[color=07bbed][b]“Here’s the truth of the matter. You want it blunt and simple? Here you go, I can do all that shit, but I’d rather be anywhere else. Oh, I’ll put the game face on, I’ll get the work done, but you better believe I’m going to squeeze every penny I can out of this job. If you think I’m not gonna take fifteen minute breaks, every hour, every day, you’re in for a rude awakening. The Adderall I mentioned up there? She probably got it from me. I might show up to work hungover, or worse: drunk as fuck. But you better believe that I’ll earn my twelve dollars, every hour that I [i]do[/i] work.”[/b][/color][/indent]

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[center][color=lightsteelblue]"I’m gonna make them throw their hands up. Cuz I’ve got the upper hand."[/color] - [color=lightgray][sub]E-Money[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/aDu4b3t.png[/img][/center]

[indent][color=07bbed]History:[/color]
Let’s start where it matters.

Day seventy-four of junior year. Wesley Clay wakes up at seven. He rolls out of bed and his feet touch the cold wooden floors — the carpet had been ripped out years ago, his dad complained that he and his younger brother made too many stains. He walked to the bathroom, and turned on the hot water, and stepped under the almost painful spray, some of the iron-heavy water fell into his mouth as he washed his hair and he spat it on the ground.

This couldn’t be what life was going to be for him, was it? No way. He had skill. He wasn’t going to grow up and work at the junkyard like his dad and his granddad. There was no way that was going to happen. Wesley would be a superstar.

A fact of life, though, is that it ain’t no fun waitin’ round to be a millionaire. Wes needed to get on this shit, posting videos of himself playing guitar and singing to YouTube just wasn’t cutting it — he probably wasn’t cute enough, he knew damn well he was good. No, not [i]talented[/i]. He was good.

That day, day seventy-four of junior year, Wesley Charles Clay formally dropped out of high school and prepared to put his nose to the grind. A bonafide hustler, he started going to the junkyard that his father owned, and finding anything that might be useful and flipping it for money. He was ready to look for three jobs, but between Sunshine Diner, a couple of roommates, and his side hustle, Wes is able to afford a decent apartment in downtown L.A. while he works his ass off trying to get into the music business. His band consists of his brother, his stoner friend, and his roommate.

Wes himself plays rhythm guitar and sings, a frontman with stage presence. The only real issue is they don’t get any fucking gigs, nobody wants to hear them play. Originally, he assumed that it was because of the band name, so they’ve gone through several rebrandings, before finally settling on The Lone Rangers. Wes is of the opinion that the name works for everyone from kids to adults, and branding is all that matters in this business, right?

Wesley rarely sleeps, he suffers from a killer combination of Adderall abuse, insomnia, booze, weed, and the occasional cocaine when he can afford it. So he doesn’t sleep, he’s just trying to make a million.

He’s an avid partier, and attends almost every rave and get together that he hears about, which doesn’t exactly help his drug or sleep issues.

Shows up to work on time, though, so no complaints.[/indent]

[color=07bbed] My Dreams [/color]
[indent]To go platinum, 7x[/indent]

[color=07bbed] Fears [/color]
[indent][list]
[*] Wesley doesn’t fear not making it in the music business. Wesley fears never getting a chance, which… so far, he frankly hasn’t.
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[color=07bbed] Likes [/color]
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[*] Sex
[*] Booze
[*] Drugs
[*] Rock n’ Roll
[*] Working out. Gotta keep that rockstar bod, after all.
[*] Surprisingly? Working at the Sunshine Diner
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[color=07bbed] Dislikes [/color]
[indent][list]
[*] Fidget spinners
[*] Click bait articles
[*] Rich people who were handed everything in life
[*] CHILDREN
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[color=07bbed] Reputation [/color]
[indent]He shows up, he works, he gets paid, he leaves. He likes his coworkers, and parties with those are who are in his age group fairly frequently. However, his coworkers know about his dream to be a famous musician, and Dustin in particular, often give him shit about how he’s never gonna make it.[/indent]

[color=07bbed] Payment [/color]

Cash

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