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[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Name[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Desmond T. Philips

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][B]Nicknames/Alias[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
[color=ed1c24]Captain Cook[/color], [color=ed1c24]Candy Man[/color], [color=8dc73f]Phil[/color], [color=8dc73f]D.T.[/color]

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Appearance[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Tall, dark and handsome? Try smug, loud and [i]quick to leave[/i]- [i]Typical of a man[/i] who's primary wardrobe consists of nothing but a single white suit, two ties, and [i]a literal basket[/i] of grungy rags. If you didn't know any better, it'd be hard to tell him apart from the rest of the rabble that linger uncomfortably outside of Eden's walls. Unless you're unfortunate enough to find yourself pulled into a discussion with Desmond, most would find themselves passing him by without a second thought. 

His unimposing stature adds to the transparency of his character. Meek and unassuming at a first glance, Desmond prefers not to turn heads with his fashion sense. He's not exactly armed to the teeth or brimming with biceps, and has an uncommon talent for irritating some of the nastiest people around whenever he opens his mouth. So yes, a low profile suits this five foot seven chemist just fine. If it's what poor people wear, then it'll have to do!

When dealing with his nasty cohorts, Desmond sees fit to fancy himself up a bit. Nobody with [i]that much[/i] money or manpower would be doing business with a run-of-the-mill thug, after all. Sit downs will force out his better side. Needless to say, Desmond cleans up well, and absolutely loves wearing a suit. Not only does the thread count make him look like the head of a [i]multi million[/i] dollar corporation, [i]which isn't too far from the truth,[/i] but his posture and aura change for the better as well! What once was a hollow, slouched, unassuming little man, becomes a head-held-high businessperson with pockets full of tricks, and a spine made of [b]iron[/b]. Despite the vast improvement, Desmond wears a worn-out old watch at all times. It doesn't have any sentimental value or anything. It just works, [i]really well.[/i] Expensive watches get stolen all the time. Who the hell would want to steal something so ugly?

Regardless of what he's wearing, or how his posture is fairing, Desmond absolutely cannot go without flooding his hair with one product or another. It's like some kind of weird obsession- If his hair isn't wavy, slicked back, or styled in some fashion, he can't leave the house in a good mood. Sometimes it can attract some unwanted attention, but his scruffy facial hair detracts from his other features just enough to keep him on the down low.

Some other defining features include serious burn scars that run up the middle of his right forearm, to just underneath his armpit, and a birthmark smack dab over the back of his neck. It kind of looks like a little butterfly, if the butterfly was dissolved in acid and poked full of holes first.

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Age[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
27

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Gender[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Male

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Sexual Orientation[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Heterosexual

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Ethnicity[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
[color=8dc73f]75% Portuguese[/color]/[color=ed1c24]Russian 25%[/color]

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]State[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Florida

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Brand Tattoo Placement[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Left wrist

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Assets and Bank Account[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
253'922.88$

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Gang Affiliation[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Deals with the the Kings regularly. Also has connections with several small time gangs elsewhere.

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Occupation[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Drug Manufacturer

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Sanction[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Eden

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Favorite Season[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
Winter

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Personality[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
There are so many ways to say the word [i]prick[/i], but only a few would apply to the nuance of Desmond's personalty.

The most common first impression that Desmond leaves on people, is one stained with his [b][color=ed1c24]Abrasive[/color][/b] tendencies. Whether it's confronting somebody about their recently deceased pet, or touching on the finer aspects of cancer with [i]a cancer patient,[/i] he applies little to no tact, whatsoever. But that's not without lack of trying, in his own twisted little way. Above all else, Desmond is very [color=8dc73f][b]Attentive[/b][/color] and invests himself in every little detail he can, even when those little details make up a wholly vapid an obnoxious conversation. He'll give anyone the time of day, provided they don't set him off somehow, or raise a few hundred red flags. Even the slightest danger will send him in the opposite direction without another word. He's awfully [color=8dc73f][b]Careful[/b][/color] about how he goes about his business, and never likes to get his hands dirty. Truth be told, Desmond is [color=ed1c24][b]Cowardly[/b][/color]. Guns terrify him, murder is a definite [i]hell-no[/i] zone, and anything even remotely violent can stay way the hell away from his lifestyle. With his current set up though, Desmond feels totally safe- A little safer than he actually is. Although he's got an IQ north of 150, it doesn't save him from being an overtly [color=ed1c24][b]Arrogant[/b][/color] son of a bitch. Being absolutely [color=8dc73f][b]Aloof[/b][/color] to negativity helps with his thought process, but it also makes him prone to slight errors, and in the crime world, slight errors can be the only thing between you and jail- Or worse, [b]the morgue.[/b] 

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Likes and Dislikes[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]
[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]Learning[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]
[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]Confidence[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]
[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]Tea[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]
[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]Fashion[color=8dc73f][i]+[/i][/color]
[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]Idiots[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]
[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]Dirt[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]
[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]Sluts[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]
[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]Guns[color=ed1c24][i]-[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]~[/color][b]Hobbies and Interests[/b][color=ed1c24]~[/color]

Small Biography: (What has your life in Morvai has been like so far.)
Family Members: (Self explanatory)
Relationships: (Update this as the role play goes on! Good things and bad things. If your husband cheats on you with the bitch from the slums, you’re not going to be such a loving and doting wife anymore- or perhaps you are? Friends, alliances, enemies will be created)

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WIP will finish later. Too late for all the paragraphs I need to add.