[hr][hr][center][h1]Springton, Ohio[/h1]
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[h3]Basic Information:[/h3][hr][b]Population:[/b] 3,000

[b]Weather:[/b] High of 75 degrees low of 40 degrees. Rain is common in Springton

[b]Area:[/b] 4 square miles

[b]Population Density:[/b] 750 per square mile

[b]Local Time:[/b] CST

[b]Date:[/b] September 20th, 2018

[h3]Important People:[/h3][hr][b]Mayor Thomas Wellington:[/b] A fifty year old African American gentleman who ran on a platform of education and employment reforms, as well as lower taxes, Mayor Wellington is a well liked man that does his best to maintain the status quo and appease his voter base. He rarely does anything unpopular, and if he does he'll let his spinsters find a way to work it into a positive.

[b]Reverend Matthew Griffin:[/b] Moved to Springton nine years ago with his daughter seeking a better life. He was invited to become the pastor at Springton Baptist Church, where he's made his roots for nearly a decade, cultivating a loyal congregation. His teachings have always held a sense of judgment and dread about them, as Matthew prefers more somber subject matter- believing wholeheartedly that preaching a 'prosperity gospel' is vapid and a waste of everyone's time.

[b]Principal Harry Newt:[/b] The Principal of Springton North High School

[b]Principal Martha Gunmen:[/b] The Principal of Springton South High School

[b]Ol' Ren "Renny" McWheel: [/b] Patriarch of the McWheel family and pseudo-leader of the rural community in Springton

[b]Agent Conrad Dowry:[/b] FBI Agent sent to Springton to investigate the recent murder of Officer O'Connell

[h3]Important Places:[/h3][hr][b]Town Hall:[/b]

[b]Library:[/b]

[b]Richie Rich's Diner:[/b]

[b]Springton Baptist Church:[/b]

[b]Jason and Lee's Apartment:[/b]

[b]Springton North:[/b]

[b]Springton South:[/b]

[b]McWheel's Farm:[/b]

[b]Quiet Spring Cemetery:[/b]

[b]Maggie's Occult Shop:[/b]

[h3]History:[/h3][hr]

Monster is the One, the Monad. The Ossuary was built in the 14th century by Knights Templar, drawn to this place by the presence of the One. They sought to contain the creature originally, offering up sacrifices to Apotheosis in order to sate it's ravenous hunger for consciousness. This order was continued in secret when it was handed off to the natives, who- over time- morphed and twisted the ritual into something to celebrate. They began worshiping the One as a god.

When the settlers arrived, these natives were persecuted and driven away, leaving the early settlers of Springton to be tormented by the Monad without their knowledge. This dark presence drove the town to pandemonium, imprinting insanity and violent tendencies into the weaker willed inhabitants for centuries.

Springton, in it's modern incarnation, is the serial killer capital of the world. More people from Springton- per capita- have gone on to become serial murderers sometime in their lives. This fact has been swept under the rug and hidden to the best of the town's ability, though the occasional internet article or column in some obscure blog manages to dig up the information.

[h3]Plot/Theme Map:[/h3][hr]
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[h3]Characters:[/h3][hr][hider=characters]
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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=red][center]Jason Miller[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=red][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=red]Name:[/color][/b] Jason Hendrick Miller
[b][color=red]Aliases:[/color][/b] Jace
[b][color=red]Age:[/color][/b] 28
[b][color=red]Birthday:[/color][/b] May 3rd, 1990
[b][color=red]Nationality:[/color][/b] American
[b][color=red]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Caucasian 
[b][color=red]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=red]Current Residence:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=red]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[b][color=red]Education:[/color][/b] Associate's Degree in Mechanical Engineering
[b][color=red]Job:[/color][/b] Bouncer

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=red][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=red]Height:[/color][/b] 6'0
[b][color=red]Weight:[/color][/b] 186 lbs
[b][color=red]Build:[/color][/b] Athletic, bulkier frame
[b][color=red]Eyes:[/color][/b] Blue
[b][color=red]Hair:[/color][/b] Brown
[b][color=red]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Light-Medium
[b][color=red]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Scar running above his right eye and another on his left cheek. No piercings or tattoos.

[b][color=red]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Jace can most often be found sporting drab and functional clothing, with little regard to style or flair. He prefers darker colored, plain shirts and thick, tough jeans. When the weather grows foul he'll toss on a hoodie and a leather jacket over it to keep himself warm. The only item of apparel he seemingly owns that has an ounce of personality is a torn up Cincinnati Reds baseball cap. He wears his hair semi-long, about to his ears, only ever tending to it when it begins to get in his way.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=red][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=red][center] Driven * Temperamental * Passionate * Pessimistic[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=red]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heterosexual
[b][color=red]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=red]Personality:[/color][/b] Jason Miller bends for no one, not even himself. No matter the odds he will continue to to bash his head up against a brick wall, equally convinced that he'll be able to break through as he is terrified that it won't ever happen. Typically quiet, he keeps to himself, rarely going out of his way to make friends. Those that approach him find it difficult to break through to him; if they manage to convince Jace to make plans to do something, there's a good chance he'll flake without so much as a call.

He's an angry man with a pertinence for violence. Easily irritated and temperamental, he'd rather he could solve all of his problems with his fists since he often fails to do so with his words. He spends a great deal of time within the prison of his mind, thinking on his failure- past and future ones alike. Though he worries constantly, Jason doesn't allow them to slow him down or turn him away from the path he has set himself upon. He will continue to push toward what he desires until he's dead and buried.

[b][color=red]Habits:[/color][/b] When irritated or anxious, Jace will rub his hands near and fiddle with his pockets, but never put them in them.
[b][color=red]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Amateur Boxing, Drinking
[b][color=red]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Intimacy
[*]Amounting to nothing
[*]Thunder[/list]
[b][color=red]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Rap/Hip-Hop [Eminem, MF Doom, Andre 3000]
[*]Pepperoni Pizza
[*]Baseball
[*]Boxing
[*]Drinking
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[b][color=red]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Country music
[*]Chicken
[*]Reading
[*]Storms
[*]Authority
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=red][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=red]A Memory:[/color][/b] The day Miller remembers most clearly is the day he learned his parents had died. He was just leaving a bar with a group of college friends when he received a phone call from Sheriff McConnell. It was raining in Springton that day- hard. He doesn't recall almost anything that McConnell said, but that feeling of his heart being torn open from the inside still lingers within the recesses of his chest from time to time.

[b][color=red]History:[/color][/b] Born and raised in the small town of Springton, Ohio, Jace's life is intrinsically tied to that place. His tiny, Mid-western hometown is a place he loves almost as much as he despises. Growing up he can remember all of the names and faces of those he was closest to in his community. He remembers where they used to sit in the town's only church, and he remembers what he'd order from the diner every Saturday. He remembers that strange smell that always lingered in the theater, and he remembers that spot in the woods he and his small group of friends used to hang out at, far from the prying eyes of overbearing teachers and parents.

And he remembers when he left it all behind to seek out a college degree he didn't really want. His father had pressed him to follow in his footsteps and become a technical engineer so that Jason could join him in working at Springton's hydroelectric power plant. It paid excellently, and was far more 'realistic' than his son's pipe dream in becoming a professional boxer. After much arguing, Jace relented, taking his father's free ride and completing an associate's degree in the relevant field. He hated every second of it and found the whole thing horrifically dull, but he had to; the shadow of his family's expectations hung heavy over his head.

He had begun to resent not only his father, but everyone else in his life that took to telling him what to do. He became angry and disillusioned, choosing to ignore his college work in favor of drinking and partying. It didn't take long for him to begin failing his courses. During summer break, he planned to vent his frustrations to his dad, letting him know that he planned to drop out sooner rather than later. Jason didn't get the opportunity. During that same break, his family was involved in a fatal car crash with a drunk driver.

The news broke him. Miller left college and retreated within himself, finding solace in the bottle. For a long time he went without a job, spending every waking minute beating haphazardly on a punching bag he'd hung from the rafters in his apartment. A dozen noise complaints brought his landlord to his door. He was kicked out, but not before the landlord got Jason in touch with a friend of his- a friend that used to box professionally, and just so happened to be living out his retirement in Springton.

Jason returned home and started his life anew. He started crashing on the couch of an old friend from high school as he took up lessons with the Old Boxer, working as a bouncer at a local bar full-time. It's a crushingly difficult life that he lives. When he isn't fighting or sleeping, he's tossing money away on cheap alcohol to keep himself sane. It's a habit his mentor scolds tremendously and often, but it isn't one Miller is willing to let go easily.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=red][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=red]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "The greatest oak was once a little nut who held it's ground."
[b][color=red]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://youtu.be/GBdWhlSu0Qo]The Boxer[/url]
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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=yellow][center]Riley Rogers[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=yellow][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=yellow]Name:[/color][/b] Riley Marlene Rogers
[b][color=yellow]Aliases:[/color][/b]N/A
[b][color=yellow]Age:[/color][/b] 20
[b][color=yellow]Birthday:[/color][/b] 7/4/1998
[b][color=yellow]Nationality:[/color][/b] American
[b][color=yellow]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Mixed
[b][color=yellow]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Redfield, Ohio
[b][color=yellow]Current Residence:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=yellow]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=yellow]Education:[/color][/b] High School Diploma
[b][color=yellow]Job:[/color][/b] Assistant Journalist at Springton Watch Newspaper

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=yellow][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=yellow]Height:[/color][/b] 5'2
[b][color=yellow]Weight:[/color][/b] 102
[b][color=yellow]Build:[/color][/b] Thin
[b][color=yellow]Eyes:[/color][/b] Hazel
[b][color=yellow]Hair:[/color][/b] Brunette
[b][color=yellow]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Warm Medium
[b][color=yellow]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] No tattoos, scars or piercings.
[b][color=yellow]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Riley's inability to express herself with her words is made up for in how she dresses. If it isn't colorful, frilly or showing off some indie band, then she likely wouldn't ever bother with it. Bright yellows, pinks and purples on polka-dots, stripes and all sorta of frills. She prefers long sleeve button-ups and skirts over Tees and jeans. 

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=yellow][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=yellow][center]Enthusiastic * Intelligent * Awkward/Dense * Blunt/Prying[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=yellow]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Bisexual
[b][color=yellow]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=yellow]Personality:[/color][/b] Riley Rogers is more familiar with text books than human beings. She has an incredible ability to recall facts and process information, something like a living, breathing computer. Her fascination with mathematics, space and biology has turned into something of a lifestyle. She eats, breathes and lives within these worlds of knowledge, and has since she was just a little girl. However, this has had an...unexpected affect on her development.

That is to say, Riley [i]hasn't[/i] developed. As a child she never played, spoke or befriended other children because she was too busy pouring over books and TV shows. Her parents never pushed her toward socializing, allowing Riley to invest herself so heavily into everything about the world except that which was directly around her. Rogers has been trying to fix her issues in her adulthood, but she's left with a complete inability to relate to those around her. She can't read social cues. She can't properly communicate how she feels, or even communicate very well at all. It takes her five minutes to say something that would take any normal person a handful of sentences. She's awkward, clumsy and awfully naive. But Rogers tries; she tries her hardest to act like a normal person.

[b][color=yellow]Habits:[/color][/b] When Riley has something she wishes to say (which) is often, she'll adjust and push up her glasses. She'll often pause in the middle of sentences to think of what she wants to say next.
[b][color=yellow]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Programming, Stargazing
[b][color=yellow]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Never learning to connect with people
[*]Losing the few people she has
[*]Snakes[/list]
[b][color=yellow]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Electro/Synth music
[*]Chinese Food
[*]Astrophysics
[*]Classic movies
[*]Photographer, Cinematography
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[b][color=yellow]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Loud, beatless music
[*]Fish food [that isn't shrimp]
[*]Physical activity
[*]The use and existence of body language
[*]Modern films
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=yellow][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=yellow]A Memory:[/color][/b] It happened when she was nine years old. Riley was doing what she always did after she came home from school- burying her head in a book that would've bored most kids her age to tears, but she loved it. She loved learning about the stars and the planets; constellations and orbits fascinated her young, hungry mind, even if she didn't understand most of it. Her parents were arguing with her older sister in the other room. Her mom was crying, but dad and sister were screaming at each other. It was far from the first time they'd yelled at each other...

But it would be the last.

Riley's older sister ran away that night.

She was found three days later. She'd been in a fatal car accident, her BAC level near fatal levels.

[b][color=yellow]History:[/color][/b] Born with thus far unidentified mental issues, Riley Rogers was never a 'normal' kid. She had trouble connecting with individuals and a near perfect memory for recalling facts. She was able to understand surprisingly complex math and science from a very young age, showing a near protege level of intellect. But Riley could never translate that to wisdom or social prowess. She found herself shying away from people, even her family and the few friends that she had. Her parents tried to push her to be more out-going in the very early years, but their attention was mostly held on her older sibling, Sophia.

Sophia was a troubled young woman. She was incredibly rebellious, fighting against authority at every turn with every fiber of her being. There was an undeniable anger bubbling just underneath the surface that came out in thrashing, screaming rage. Her dad tried to fight it down, but that only ever made it worse. Eventually, at only the age of sixteen, Sophia had had enough. She ran off and began to drink heavily, ditching school and responsibilities to hang out with other local no-goods. Her lifestyle caught up to her in a mere three days when she crashed her vehicle while intoxicated, taking her life and those of the other car's passengers.

The Rogers were devastated. They blamed themselves for her death, their grief quickly creating a swirling vortex that sucked all of the good out of their lives. As a consequence, Riley's parents grew apart from her. They took a radical turn in their parenting style, deciding that the best way to let Riley grow up was to not push her toward anything or to interfere at all. They couldn't have anticipated the longlasting damage it caused. Before, the girl was anti-social and not inclined to pursue friendship or interactions with others. Afterward, with no one to help her leave her shell, she retreated further and further within her studies until her growth completely froze for almost a decade. She studied, read and learned, absorbing information as a means to cope with what had happened, graduating high school with a perfect GPA as a result.

Riley, now a full grown woman, has realized she has to jump start her life again. Unable to so much as say hello during interviews, it was no surprise that she couldn't find work. Despite all of her knowledge and all of the skills she'd taught herself, Riley was utterly useless if she could not convey that either in speech or writing, both of which she failed horribly at every time she attempted it.

It was when she was at the end of her rope that she approached the Springton Watch and was interviewed by the ever calm and emphatic Harper Griffin. Harper, with the patience of a saint, was able to slowly but surely coax Riley's story from the incredibly awkward and nervous young woman. The two made a swift connection, and Riley found herself with her very first friend since she was nine years old. Harper took Rogers in as an assistant at the paper, on the girl's word that she would seek out the help of a local therapist to work her way through her numerous issues. The two have worked together for a year so far, and Riley finally feels as if she's making progress.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=yellow][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=yellow]Character Quote:[/color][/b] [i]"Slow down."[/i]
[b][color=yellow]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAmBKyfoJCY]Car Radio[/url]
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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=purple][center]Harper Griffin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=purple][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=purple]Name:[/color][/b] Harper Hope Griffin
[b][color=purple]Aliases:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=purple]Age:[/color][/b] 27
[b][color=purple]Birthday:[/color][/b] 9/12/1991
[b][color=purple]Nationality:[/color][/b] Canadian-American dual citizenship
[b][color=purple]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Caucasian
[b][color=purple]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Toronto, Canada
[b][color=purple]Current Residence:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=purple]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=purple]Education:[/color][/b] Bachelor's Degree in Journalism
[b][color=purple]Job:[/color][/b] Journalist for the Springton Watch newspaper

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=purple][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=purple]Height:[/color][/b] 5'7
[b][color=purple]Weight:[/color][/b] 139 lbs
[b][color=purple]Build:[/color][/b] Lean
[b][color=purple]Eyes:[/color][/b] Blue
[b][color=purple]Hair:[/color][/b] Dirty Blonde
[b][color=purple]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Fair
[b][color=purple]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Pierced Ears, no tattoos or scars
[b][color=purple]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Harper Griffin prefers to be well dressed without being gaudy. Her choice in stylings are usually understated, with darker colors and few standout patterns or designs; however, she still believes in the importance of appearances. She keeps herself and her attire clean, pressed and appealing without drawing a great deal of attention. Vests and sweaters over a dress shirt, or a turtleneck if it's particularly chilly. Rarely wears skirts, dresses or jeans, favoring dress pants over all else. 

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=purple][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=purple][center]Overly Cautious * Tactful * Anxious * Inquisitive[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=purple]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heterosexual 
[b][color=purple]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=purple]Personality:[/color][/b] Harper Griffin is cautious and careful, to the point of inaction. It's incredibly rare for her to every approach a problem without considering everything that could possibly go wrong. She prepares extensively for everything, always keeping in mind what her outs might be if she takes a wrong step or an unexpected factor rears it's head. She's hyper critical of herself to when she inevitably fails, offering harsh criticisms even for situations that were totally unavoidable. As far as Harper is concerned, no bad outcome is truly unavoidable; she simply failed to prepare for everything.

She has a much harder time judging the actions of others. The most she will do is offer suggestions when she sees someone else straying, never pushing too hard for fear of upsetting them.

Griffin was raised to be respectful and kind to everyone, even those that might not necessarily deserve it. She avoids criticizing or disagreeing with her coworkers, friends and family, sidestepping any potential confrontation every time it might rear it's head. It's become second nature even in her work to avoid using divisive language or pushing too strongly for anything, even those things which she might personally hold close to her heart. This makes her quite likable in the eyes of most, but comes with the unintended side affect of her being rather easy to walk over with how hesitant she is to oppose anyone on anything.

[b][color=purple]Habits:[/color][/b] Chews on the end of her pen or pencil when mulling things over
[b][color=purple]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Tennis
[b][color=purple]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Failure
[*]Consequences
[*]Public speaking[/list]
[b][color=purple]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Classical music
[*]A wide range of foods
[*]Learning [Politics/History/Personal anecdotes]
[*]Reading [Fantasy, mystery and general non-Fiction]
[*]Writing [Articles, Blog]
[*]Traveling[/list]
[b][color=purple]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Most modern music
[*]Eating the same meal often
[*]Large crowds
[*]Summer heat
[*]Children
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=purple][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=purple]A Memory:[/color][/b] Harper remembers nothing with as much clarity as she does the week of her mother's death. She spent every waking moment alone in a hospital room, clutching her mom's hand for hours on end. Harper did little outside of praying for her recovery; she rarely slept without passing out and only ever rose to feed herself when the nurses forced her to do so. It was seven hellish days of fighting to hold on to some hope that her mother would make it through it, yet...in the end, she had passed.

[b][color=purple]History:[/color][/b] Mr. and Mrs. Griffin had separated soon after Harper was born. Mr. Griffin's work as a church planter had him travelling across the United States and beyond, staying in towns and cities for several months at a time until he was finished and had to move on to the next. The former Mrs. Griffin thought that was no way for a child to live, and decided Harper and her would make roots in Toronto. A long distance marriage wasn't going to work for either of them- so, with heavy hearts, they went their separate ways. Both still loved each other and their daughter very much. Her father returned to Toronto every chance he got to catch up with his daughter and ex-wife in person, keeping in contact over the phone and Facebook for years. It wasn't easy for Harper growing up, but she knew they were both trying, and that was what mattered.

She was seventeen years old when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. She was already deep into it by the time the doctors had caught what was happening to her body. By then, it was practically too late to do anything. Harper spent the next year of her life tending to her sickly mother. Her father returned to Toronto to spend every moment he could with his family. They didn't have the money for Mr. Griffin to stay unemployed for a full year, so he was forced to take up work in the city in order to pay for his ex-wife's increasingly expensive medical bills. Unfortunately, during the week in which she was at her worst, he was stolen away by his work and unable to come by; he believed that making sure she was getting the best care possible was the best way to help her, leaving the rest up to the Lord. But the Lord giveth, and the lord taketh away; and after seven days of suffering with only her daughter at her side, Harper's mother lost her battle and succumbed to the tumors.

Harper and her father left Toronto together and moved down to the last town he had helped build a church in. The congregation offered him a position as their pastor and he gladly took it, hoping to settle down now that Harper was his responsibility- after all, that was what her mother had wanted. Harper began to pursue the passions her mother had instilled in her while she was younger, finding work at the local paper. It wasn't anything too terribly exciting (small town reporting rarely is) but it was fulfilling work, and it was preparing her for the career she hoped to build later on in her life.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=purple][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=purple]Character Quote:[/color][/b] [i]Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you.[/i] - Proverbs 2: 11
[b][color=purple]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61Wm_qlVD4Q]Brother[/url]
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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Renshu Lee[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=lightblue]Name:[/color][/b]Renshu Lee
[b][color=lightblue]Aliases:[/color][/b] Goes by Lee
[b][color=lightblue]Age:[/color][/b] 27
[b][color=lightblue]Birthday:[/color][/b] 2/13/1991
[b][color=lightblue]Nationality:[/color][/b] American
[b][color=lightblue]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Chinese-Japanese
[b][color=lightblue]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Cleveland, Ohio
[b][color=lightblue]Current Residence:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=lightblue]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[b][color=lightblue]Education:[/color][/b] High School Diploma
[b][color=lightblue]Job:[/color][/b] Mechanic

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=lightblue]Height:[/color][/b] 5'6
[b][color=lightblue]Weight:[/color][/b] 160 lbs
[b][color=lightblue]Build:[/color][/b] Stocky
[b][color=lightblue]Eyes:[/color][/b] Hazel
[b][color=lightblue]Hair:[/color][/b] Black
[b][color=lightblue]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Tan
[b][color=lightblue]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Full sleeve tattoo of tangled thorns, roses and bramble running up and down his right arm from wrist to shoulder.
[b][color=lightblue]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Lee is a working man, and he tends to dress like a working man. Thick jeans not prone to tearing and a flannel shirt do the trick whether he has to repair something or go out with a group of friends. He doesn't worry too much about his appearance outside of trying to stay clean and smelling half-decent. He owns a pair of coveralls for when things have to get down and dirty, as well as a handful of Tee shirts and dress shirts just to diversify his wardrobe somewhat. Tends to prefer blues and grays over much brighter or darker colors.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=lightblue][center]Friendly * Altruistic * Self-loathing * Ashamed[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=lightblue]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heterosexual
[b][color=lightblue]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=lightblue]Personality:[/color][/b] Lee is a man willing to give everything up in the name of helping others. He has a heart for charity and a soul full of empathy, often giving away his last few dollars in order to help someone in need. There's almost an electric desire to throw himself into other people's problems, offering anything and everything- even if it hurts himself in the process. He's a good friend and a better listener, often times willing to drop everything just to drop by and make sure the people he cares about are alright. However, he'd be damned if he let someone do the same for him. Lee waves off concerns others might have for him consistently, assuring everyone that he's okay even when it's quite visibly apparent that he is not. Whether his mind is fractured or his pockets empty, he'll outright refuse to let anyone else step in to help him; he believes that he can take care of himself and that he shouldn't let anyone worry.

Usually he's a lighthearted man, offering jests and jokes at every turn. He doesn't take himself too seriously, and tries to keep the mood up whenever he can. Lee doesn't like to be the center of attention, making sure that everyone is having an equally good time as he is. He does his absolute best to include others in the fun, keeping a vigilante eye out for anyone who might feel uncomfortable or distant from the rest of the group.

Lee uses humor to cope with his issues. Making other people laugh or feel good about themselves helps him choke down his own insecurities and worries, pushing his more fragile inner demons to the back of his mind. If he can focus on others, he can build up his self worth in how he's impacted their lives and helped them. He has serious issues with self image otherwise. He hates how he looks, how he struggles to stay happy when alone, and he hates how uninteresting and unimportant his life is. He feels like he's failed to live up to himself and his own expectations, and he's driven to make up for that by building others up in any way he can.
 
[b][color=lightblue]Habits:[/color][/b] When he's nervous Lee has a habit of giggling and fidgeting. 
[b][color=lightblue]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Socializing, Baseball
[b][color=lightblue]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Isolation
[*]Abandonment
[*]Getting too deep inside of his own head and not getting out[/list]
[b][color=lightblue]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Dark Country and Soul music
[*] American and most Chinese foods
[*] Baseball
[*] Socializing
[*] Charity
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[b][color=lightblue]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Hip-Hop
[*] Spicy food
[*] Technology [unlucky w/ tech]
[*] Alcohol
[*] Sand
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=lightblue][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=lightblue]A Memory:[/color][/b] The day Lee left everything in Cleveland behind to move to a tiny country town in search of a life of his own is the day that lives on most vividly in Lee's mind. He can still remember the confusion and sorrow written all over his parents' faces when he packed up his belongings in the car and drove off. It hurt to see them look at him that way; but it hurt even to know that when Renshu's name was said, they weren't thinking of him. When he first got the Springton he remembered rolling up to a diner without a dollar to his name, begging the guy behind the counter for the chance to clean some dishes for a meal. Lee refused to take it for free- that shame burning in his heart made all the worse by the prospect of taking such charity from a stranger.

[b][color=lightblue]History:[/color][/b] Born and raised in Ohio's most infamous city, the Lee family was too poor to support more than one child at a time. Renshu was their first and the only one they planned on having. He was an incredibly intelligent and driven boy. Even from a young age he was pursuing more things than anyone else in his age bracket in school, pushing and pushing because he wanted to be someone great. He had a dream of pursuing a career in U.S politics, but even with above average grades, Renshu's family would never be able to afford to send him to a quality school. With that in mind, he turned his attention toward the only place he knew of that could offer him the money he needed: the military. It wasn't the life he wanted, but he was sure that it was the only way to get there. He shipped off to officer's school in the Air Force, where he assured his parents he would be safe.

He never came home. It wasn't a bullet in Afghanistan that killed him; it wasn't even the job. Renshu was the victim of a fatal muggings while he was on leave overseas, his lifeless body found in the streets by his peers several days later.

Renshu Lee II was born several years later, given the name of his fallen brother because his parents believed that the first Renshu had never gotten to live his full life. It was a means of coping that quickly soured. Lee wasn't anything like his brother, even if that's what his parents expected him to be. He was sociable and friendly, but lazy and none too worried about the future. His grades suffered because he lacked motivation, and that drew his family's ire. Their expectations were forced on him as they tried their best to point Lee in the 'right direction.' It backfired. He became angry and disillusioned with their dreams for him. As soon as he was old enough he took what little money and belongings he had and left.

He couldn't go very far, ending up in a tiny town not far from Cleveland called Springton. The people there were friendly and accommodating, which Lee appreciated; but he was adamant about earning his place in their little community. He finished high school at nineteen and went on to begin work at a local mechanics shop. Jason Miller- an old friend from senior year- showed up at his door one day, asking to crash for a few days. That few days turned into a full year as the two became roommates and quick friends.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=lightblue]Character Quote:[/color][/b] [i]"Life ain't worth livin' if you're not havin' fun, right?"[/i]
[b][color=lightblue]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsVgqms1slE]Die Easy[/url]
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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=green][center]Toby Crawford[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=green][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=green]Name:[/color][/b] Toby Ray Crawford
[b][color=green]Aliases:[/color][/b] 'Big Guy'
[b][color=green]Age:[/color][/b] 26
[b][color=green]Birthday:[/color][/b] 7/16/1992
[b][color=green]Nationality:[/color][/b] American
[b][color=green]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] African-American
[b][color=green]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=green]Current Residence:[/color][/b] Springton, Ohio
[b][color=green]Gender:[/color][/b] Male
[b][color=green]Education:[/color][/b] Homeschooled
[b][color=green]Job:[/color][/b] Cook

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=green][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=green]Height:[/color][/b] 6'4
[b][color=green]Weight:[/color][/b] 240 lbs
[b][color=green]Build:[/color][/b] Bulky
[b][color=green]Eyes:[/color][/b] Hazel
[b][color=green]Hair:[/color][/b] Black (formerly)
[b][color=green]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Dark
[b][color=green]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=green]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Toby was always taught to dress well, and he hasn't deviated from those teachings in all the years he's lived alone. He enjoys khakis, polos and dress shirts more than jeans and graphic tees. While he can never afford to wear his suit more than for special occasions, it's the favorite piece of his wardrobe. Color wise, he's a proponent of autumn-ish colors, swapping between various shades of red, orange and brown. For work he's typically found in a white shirt and black slacks. Toby likes to wear his grandfather's old flat cap whenever he gets the chance.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=green][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i][color=green][center]Wise * Observant * Cowardly * Selfish[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=green]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heterosexual
[b][color=green]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=green]Personality:[/color][/b] Toby Crawford has seen the depths of human nature and found it wanting. Despite his age, he's been given the unique opportunity of spending his entire childhood with his grandfather- a man with an uncanny eye for reading people. Toby learned from his grandpa the importance of body language, speech patterns and history in building up a sort of profile for what type of person any given stranger is. He learned, too, how to use this information; how to help others with their character flaws. He became something of an adviser for local kids, transferring life lessons he learned to other people his age and taking the credit for it in the process. Other kids came to him with their problems, knowing Toby could help and keep it secret, and he would take those questions to his grandfather. Years upon years of this crafted him a reputation in Springton's community as something of a proto-life counselor.

He would never tell people that he's only helpful because of the immense satisfaction it brings him, rather than out of any sense of duty or honor to his friends and acquaintances. Toby is supremely selfish, though he tries his best to hide it. He never goes out of his way to do something that he doesn't think will satisfy him. At the first sign of trouble he'll be the first to slip his way out of it, offering any excuse he can think of to keep from suffering negative consequences.

[b][color=green]Habits:[/color][/b] Toby goes to cover his face whenever he finds himself smiling too much, a habit he developed because his father used to make fun of his smile when he was younger.
[b][color=green]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Sketch Art, Reading
[b][color=green]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*]Having his selfish nature uncovered and being confronted about it
[*]Not being able to escape an uncomfortable commitment
[*]Dying[/list]
[b][color=green]Likes:[/color][/b] Jazz
[list][*]Well/home made Food
[*]Cooking
[*]Drawing/Sketching
[*]Reading
[*]Autumn
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[b][color=green]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Rock/Metal
[*]Fast Food
[*]Staying indoors
[*]Peanut butter
[*]Hot days
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=green][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=green]A Memory:[/color][/b] Toby was nineteen years old when a police officer came to his door, his hat held in his hands. It had been a beautiful summer morning when his grandfather was shot and killed while attempting to talk down a friend that had recently become suicidal. Toby remembered feeling the numbness spread from his hands up to his head. He remembered the scent of flowers in the air as he realized that the most important man in his life was now dead and gone. He spent the rest of the day in his room, crying into his palms until he passed out from sheer exhaustion.

[b][color=green]History:[/color][/b] The Crawfords were a perfectly ordinary family of five living in their perfectly ordinary suburban home. Mrs. Crawford's father had moved in with them, refusing to go into a nursing home despite the fact that he could no longer afford to stay in his old house. Toby was the middle child of three, stuck perfectly in that spot where his parents spent more time scolding his older sister and coddling his younger brother than they did looking his direction. He was alright with that, however, because his grandpa spent practically every moment he could with the young Toby. The two were fast friends, to the point where his grandfather was more than willing to homeschool the child when public school was no longer a comfortable option for the boy.

The two were practically inseparable. Even as Toby grew older, he never sought out anyone as quickly as he did his papa. He loved that old man more than life itself. Sharing in his wisdom and knowledge was practically his favorite part of the day for nearly two decades of life. Nothing would ever change his life as significantly as the day Toby learned that man had been murdered. For weeks he felt like he was living underwater. Everything felt muted, and he was sure he was drowning. Thrashing against the grief and confusion did little to alleviate it. Even as time went on, that wound scarred over, but it never fully healed. Even as he's pursued work as a chef and a cook and grown into a man, Toby feels like there's a part of himself that's still missing; a part of himself that died with his grandpa.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=green][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=green]Character Quote:[/color][/b] [i]"Care about others but live for yourself."[/i]
[b][color=green]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9u9ymiSmtXY]Short Change Hero[/url]
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