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[u]Name[/u]: Sebastian Honeycutt, or "Fred"
[u]Age[/u]: 25 years old
[u]Height[/u]: 6'4
[u]Weight[/u]: 200lbs.

[b]Likes[/b]:
Fred likes doing drugs which he gets paid for and he has an American bulldog that he likes to train. He likes to collect beanies and hats, no matter what their size he can always sell them or give them away. He is constantly in trouble with the rent-to-own companies, but he likes to bug them with money and drugs.  When police question him about his status in the community, he likes to lie to them. Of course, he likes girls. He likes his friends and family. He likes shoes. He likes being in the sun doing yard work, and he used to like painting and roofing because it was fast money. He likes fast money. Most of all, he likes life. Chiefly, he seriously likes to get high and get paid for it. He likes to get high on cocaine, and whatever else. 

[b]Dislikes[/b]:
Fred likes to do drugs, but he does not like to do all of them. Fred does not like old or new antidepressants, and he doesn't like intermediate benzos or major tranquilizers. Fred doesn't like the police. Fred doesn't like being hungry. Fred doesn't like looking dumb, or being embarrassed. Fred actually doesn't like a fight. Fred doesn't like gangs and other drug dealers. Fred doesn't like working any more. Fred doesn't like groupies. Fred doesn't like dealing with pawn shops.  Fred doesn't like his parents, but they can be cool. Fred doesn't like new neighbors in the apartment complex.  And, Fred doesn't like addiction. He's been there, and it's no way to live.

[b]Zodiac Sign[/b]
Sebastian Honeycutt is a Taurus. He likes nice things, like shirts and fine brand cigarettes. He finds himself unable to say no sometimes, but it doesn't run his day. Music is something he likes, some of everybody from hip hop, classic rock, and new and old country. His mind is not easily changed. He is understanding, however. And, of course, like every other drug dealer, he will inform to the cops if things are looking bad. He doesn't usually lie. 
Special Talent: Making money, Getting high

[b]Profession[/b]: Illegal drug salesman, Loan sharking, Southside

[b]Bio/Personality[/b]:
Fred was a normal kid, but his taxi driver dad and part time working temporary jobs mom were users and drunks and he witnessed a lot of violence, police, and strangers coming in the door from Thursday to Monday. It was scary and psychologically crippling to the twelve year old. And, then, the day he was turning fourteen his mother murdered Bill, the broken home's patriarch.
She wanted for Fred to know what she had perpetrated, and she explained to him that he was supposed to do exactly the same thing if any one ever made his life so miserable and horrible. She gave him two pieces of birthday cake while she packed up. Fred was scared. He didn't see his father, but he heard the four gun shots that ended it all. His mom packed up everything of hers and his, and told him the transportation to their new home was on the way.

It took three months for the police to find Tawny. She was high on drugs and pleaded incoherently. They took her and Fred away. She was convicted to first degree murder, and received 10 years to life imprisonment. Meanwhile, her son become a ward of the state. It didn't take long before the fifteen year old scrammed. He had enough money to take a cab to his uncle's house, he was a drug addict like his brother Bill, but he was an Army veteran and took care of himself. Willy welcomed his nephew. So, by this time Fred had seen every kind of drug crime you think of, mainly because Uncle Willy was a huge time cocaine mover.

By the time he was sixteen, he assumed the state children's services closed the case. And, by the time he was sixteen, he could look at a spoon, scoop up a little bit of the product and bag it up and it would be a gram, which he sold for $60. So, he knew the game, and he had collected more cash than your average dope head, even having traded a 2010 Cadillac. That guy had made it away with one pound of untouched cocaine. But, he moved on.

He had fake IDs, birth certificates, even insurance documents. He searched for apartments, and laid back at a fellow dealer's pad until two manager's contacted him with offers. One was in the city in a complex, and the other one was cheaper but was in the middle of nowhere. He thought about it, he went for the city. Once again, everything went wrong less than a year at the apartments. Of course, a part of his eviction included being arrested and sentenced to 18 months. 

When he got out, he moved to Southside. It was recommended by another inmate. The place was busy, and he wasn't going to find too many fiends. So, he found a place. He rented a two bed one bath apartment residence and set up shop. He sat back on a sectional, hooked up his TV and XBOX, brought home a few groceries, organized some things, and did himself a line of pure cocaine. That was his stash.

[i]Your character's favorite song[/i]: You might want to like rap. I like TI's Ride with me
[i]Actor or Actress[/i]... It would have to be Val Kilmer. He was Batman and a serial killing bank robber.

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