[hider=Jarrek Garrethorn][center][color=7CFC00][b][H1]JARREK GARRETHORN[/H1][/b][/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]DOB:[/b] 08/13/1977[/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]Age:[/b] 41[/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
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[color=7CFC00][b]Height:[/b] 5’ 3”
[b]Weight:[/b] 369 lbs
Tends to wear a tweed jacket that has one hole in its pocket (can never remember which hole), has a pair of aviator glasses that are tinted yellow (Think John Goodman from The Big Lebowski) that has an attached flipper clip on. His ‘musk’ is a hint of cat piss even though he puts on way too much cologne[/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]Location[/b]
MillCreek Hollow Apartment Complex; Neighbor; Apartment 1B[/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]Education[/b]
Has a Bachelors in Invetigative Journalism (Potentially with a few warrants attached to it)[/color] 


[color=7CFC00][b]Occupation[/b]
’Crackpot’ Journalist for the Millington Post[/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]Personality[/b]
Big, Bombastic, and completely full of himself. This man has ambitions to reveal the truth no matter the cost. While most would find him crude and untolerable, his editor simply lets him keep his job as a journalist simply because... he’s really the only one to bring in the dough with his ludicrous stories.  Even so, he’s kept on a tight leash and this displeases him to the point where he goes through other methods to discover ‘the dirty scoop’. Nothing is beneath him, bribery, extortion, breaking and entering, sex, murder (would make for a killer story) NOTHING. He’s here to bring the people the truth, even if they can’t handle the truth.[/color]

[color=7CFC00][b]Biography[/b]
No one really knows how Jarret came to Millington; mostly because anyone curious enough to ask got a different story every time. The few that stick to mind are, that he was the overseer at Guantanamo Bay, he got close enough to Osama that he could have sold out all of Al Qaeda, but Obama shut it down and the bastard got away and Navy Seal Team Six got all the damn credit. Another recounting was when he was an evangelist of the church of universal vaginatariaism, who worshipped the Mother Mary as their Lord, but he was excommunicated when he accidentally exposed himself to a younger clergy member (aka the youngest daughter of their priest). All in all, the stories only get more ridiculous, most think of him as a loon, and those who don’t are wary enough to see the warning signs. How many licks does it take to get to the center of Jarrek? The world may NEVER want to know.[/color][/center][/hider]

[center][hider=Your Badass Neighborhood Nanny]
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[color=7B68EE][b]DOB:[/b] April 12, 1985[/color]

[color=7B68EE][b]Age:[/b] 33[/color]

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[b]Height:[/b] 5’ 7”
[b]Weight[/b] 132 lbs
As depicted in the image, generally wears torn denim jeans and a black tank top, at work she does wear pants with no holes in them and depending on the weather, either a long sleeve shirt, blouse or sweater. She is never without her driving gloves (a gift from her uncle). If she’s not smoking a cigarette, she has a vape hidden on her, out of sight of the kids and boss, and a serrated edge knife concealed in her ankle.  Also, she drives one of these [/color][hider=1981 Pontiac Firebird Turbo][img]https://dy98q4zwk7hnp.cloudfront.net/1981-Pontiac-Firebird-Muscle%20&%20Pony%20Cars--Car-100787720-ca3326ab61ed8e507830b87857905e71.jpg?w=1280&h=720&r=thumbnail&s=1[/img] Belonged to her Uncle, keeps a set of brass knuckles in the glove compartment.[/hider]

[color=7B68EE][b]Location[/b][/color]
[color=7B68EE]Countryside (disclaimer: she does live on Anabelle’s estate about 90% of the week, but she has her own place to get away to every once in a while)[/color]

[color=7B68EE][b]School[/b][/color] 
[color=7B68EE]Self Taught/Homeschooled[/color]

[color=7B68EE][b]Occupation[/b]
Head Nanny for Annabelle Dawson[/color]

[color=7B68EE][b]Personality[/b]
[i]”I’m kinda like a glass of whisky, I might taste a little bitter, but goddamn, you better believe I’ll make your day better”[/i]

Cool as glass, sharp as a tack, and tougher than leather define Adelaide. She’s the kind of woman that will drink you under the table and kick you flat on your ass in 3 seconds flat (a bit longer than your average 2 pump chump). Her gaze can be hard to some, but when it comes to ‘her kids’, they’re as gentle as a deer (and you better believe if you mess with ‘her kids’ she’s gonna tear your goddamn eyes out).[/color]

[color=7B68EE][b]Background[/b]
Originally born in a nasty part of L.A., her parents weren’t the kindest of people and before long, they were behind bars before she turned the age of 6; that’s where her uncle came in. While her parents were doing time, her Uncle was the one who took care of her and taught her everything he knew so she could get by in life.  Everything from math and literature, to handling herself out on the streets and brawling a little when things got rough. Her Uncle was by no means a good person, which in some cases, meant she wasn’t a good person either and did some things that bad people would do; nothing serious, but again, nothing good.  It wasn’t until the night her uncle did something bad and stupid enough to get himself killed that she fled town in his car, vowing to live a better life, a different life.  With whatever money she could scrounge up, she made her way to Millington, that perfect, quiet little town and found herself working as a Nanny, helping to raise two beautiful children.  She couldn’t be happier.[/color][/hider][/center]