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[center]Phil Bristol
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	Born in New York, Phil grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood. Both his parent had nice jobs and he went to a private school. His parents always hoped he'd get the best education and be able to surpass them and live even more well-off than they themselves were. Phil, however, was never as attracted to common education as he was to cars and other contraptions. He didn't love science so much as he did inventing, or math so much as how much was necessary when making blueprints and the like. So he studied engineering and mechanics in his free time, even finding himself stopping by auto shops every now and then to ask the mechanics questions. They had no problem with a cute kid, all bright eyed and excited to learn their craft, hanging around as long as he followed safety protocols. 
	He found himself off the beaten path when he was 14 and his dad's car broke down. Without so much as a word to his father, Phil had the problem fixed before his old man even got off the phone with the mechanic. After the shock wore off, his parents spoke with him, and after a quick trip to the shop that they didn't even know he'd been going, they got praises from the workers and recommendations for different schools that would better cater to his interests. They'd made up their minds.
	From then on, Phil went to a trade school for inventing, electrical engineering, and mechanics. He graduated with perfect grades and his parents' blessing to open his own shop as soon as possible. He never did finish a common high school education, and sometimes found himself lacking in places. Surprisingly, it never bothered him much.
	It didn't happen at first; Phil picked up a job down in Boston and from age 19 to 22 he worked happily there. Once he felt comfortable and experienced enough, he opened his own shop and scrap yard in Edenridge, South Boston and set to work. 
	He was 37 when a young boy with a bruised face got caught pulling scraps off motorcycles. He grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck- noticing the flinch and filing it for later- and set him down at a station, telling him to get to work. The shocked boy went at it with his borrowed tools until closing.

[color=0072bc]"Jesus kid, you just did the work of three grown-ass men! How old are you?"[/color]

[color=DC143C]"10, and my name ain't 'Kid'," He'd grumbled back.[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Well, maybe if you'd tell me your name,"[/color] Phil replied with a roll of his eyes, not letting it show how shocked he was at the boy's adeptness. 

[color=DC143C]"...Mordechai Boaz. My brother calls me Decky."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Well, Imma call you Mo-Bo, how 'bout that?"[/color]

[color=DC143C]"What?! No don't call me th-"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Alright Mo-Bo, let's get you home!"[/color]

	The boy had looked less than thrilled, but admitted that he needed to make his brother a late dinner. Phil didn't comment on that either.
	Phil had left the boy with a parting comment about an open door policy, but never expected to see him again. Especially not the next day. But the kid kept coming back, working on his little motorcycle project and even helping the other mechanics. And if the boy was doing the work, Phil was damn well going to pay him for it; under the table until he could be legally hired, of course. 
	He always brought his brother with him after that, and the boy just stayed quiet and out of the way, acting like he was an intruder and inconvenience. That's when Phil started keeping candy around the garage and ice cream in the mini-freezer. Danny began talking and showing his real personality after that.
	Then Mo-Bo went and got himself locked up, and Phil got a little worried. He visited the boy on his designated days and went out of his way to pick Danny up from school on his lunch break and bring him back to the shop, making sure the boy spent as little time at home as possible. He wasn't stupid, after all. 
	When he was released and sent to Edenridge High, Phil felt excitement that the boy may actually get out of his home. Mo-Bo was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for, including the boy himself; he could excel in both Common education and Trade. Phil didn't push it much, just kept some textbooks around that would keep the kid relatively on level with what the rest of his age group was learning. He caught Mo-Bo passed out on the break room couch one night, Language Arts textbook spread open on his chest with a dictionary on the ground and highlighters all over the place. All he'd done was smile and put a blanket over the slumbering teen.
	Then came miss Lanie and Nolan, good influences on the boy if he'd ever seen any; Mo-Bo slowly lost the track marks on his arms, and Phil was so damn happy he didn't even complain about the scent of weed that wafted off him more often. While Phil had been nudging Decky toward the idea since he was 13, hoping he would make plans, it was truly Lanie who finally got Mo-Bo moving forward and finally receiving his emancipation, and she even took his boys in with the blessing of her parents.
	In between that move, he had been jealous that the boys began to get a new father figure in the form of Antoine Beauregard, but Phil knew a good man when he saw one, and also knew that his own tiny apartment could barely house him, let alone the two boys he'd grown to love. So they had spent some time with the English teacher from the middle of Mo-Bo's Sophomore year till summer, when they finally transferred into the Lancaster's care.
	After the shooting, Phil had sat at Mo-Bo's side as he slept, reading the kid his favorite books and taking care of things for Danny to keep one more burden off of Mordechai Boaz's shoulders. A couple days after the shooting when Mo-Bo asked Phil to get his Motorcycle-the one he'd been scrounging around his Junkyard for scraps for all those years ago, well, Phil could not be one more part of the universe that told that child no. Not that anyone who has been through a life like his can be called a child. He knew if he kept him here, he would have to buy two "D____ Boaz" headstones instead of one.
	Danny hadn't gotten a 24 hour burial, Mo-Bo hadn't been awake to ask for it and they were no contact with their parents. The best Phil had been able to do was the weekend, but his boy had long ridden away from Edenridge at that point, leaving just an email address and the promise to send a new phone number when he could. Nolan had stopped by within a couple weeks to get ahold of the address and strong arm Mo-Bo back into contact, and it was also that same boy that managed to convince one Mordechai Boaz, almost 2 whole years later, to return to Edenridge for a visit. Hopefully it could become more than that with enough support.

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