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Name: Aisik Eitan Shomer (Pronounce Eye-Sic Aye-Tin Show-Mer(I know, Jewish names are weird and this is coming from a Jew))

Nickname: Ais("Eyes")

Age: 26

Place of Origin: Netanya, Israel

Relationship Status: Married to his Youth Shelter Partner

Occupation: Artist, Youth Shelter Owner

Biography: Aisik was born in the Netanya suburbs to a not so loving mother. She'd gotten pregnant again before he could even learn to walk-not that she'd tried teaching him. He was a year and a half when his baby brother Gavriel was born, and even at that age knew he had to protect him. For the next five and a half years, Aisik basically raised Gavi as well as himself. Then, just after Aisik's sixth birthday, His mother got a job transfer to America. They headed to Boston a week later.

Life continued as it had in Israel, with Aisik growing up too fast to make sure Gavi didn't have to. When he was 11, he'd leave Gavi home and start walking the streets, begging for money and getting jumped any time he actually managed to get some. His mother never noticed, was never home to feed or help her kids, but Gavi quickly became adept at first-aid despite his young age. He kept telling Aisik about how he wanted to become a doctor to better help his big brother. Aisik swore to make it happen. 

Three years later and Aisik all but stumbles into the Edenridge auditions on accident. He ducked into a building to avoid the Bangers that had been causing trouble in his neighborhood and liked Aisik as a target a little too much. Blood and dirt on his face, jeans and shirt ripped, Aisik turned to the shocked auditioners, picked up a script and grinned through bloody teeth. Apparently he was a natural, because he later got a letter in the mail stating his acceptance as Mordechai "Decky" Boaz; A young sophomore with a bad past and little brother he had to take care of all his own. His character's story was amazingly similar to his own. Despite his upbringing, Aisik kept a relatively friendly personality thanks to Gavi, and quickly grew close to most of the Cast and Crew; he never spoke of his life, though.

Just after filming the school shooting scene from the final season, where his character lost his little freshman brother to one of the bullets, Aisik's own brother was gunned down. He'd been caught in the crossfire between two of the gangs in their neighborhood who were looking to expand territory. Aisik broke down. He begged the writers to have his now 17 year old character ride off into the sunset, or get suspended, anything to give Aisik an escape. Once his character's disappearance was solidified, he himself disappeared; he returned to Israel and got his psychiatry degree, all the while spilling his emotions out in paintings, charcoal, and pastel that quickly became popular. All the money he got from paintings went into a scholarship fund he'd set up; The "Gavriel's Dream" Scholarship. He and a friend from college opened the Namel Youth Shelter in Netanya.

When he got the call about Edenridge's reboot, he didn't give an immediate answer. He thought about, talked it over with his partner, who promised that he'd keep their shelter alive should Aisik choose to return to his Character. He thought back to how happy his brother was that he'd gotten away from the streets, that he'd found something that made him happy. The thought gave him a certain closure he hadn't realized he needed; He called his old agent back and caught the next flight to Massachusetts. 

Name: Mordechai Boaz

Nickname: Decky, Moby, Mo-Bo, Boaz

Age: 15-17/27

Place of Origin: South Boston, Massachusetts

Relationship Status: TBA

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They met at a drug house, because, of course they did; two kids willing to get so high that they forgot 'problems' and 'troubles' were actual words. At first, it was purely for the physical release of it all, for the high that came from their contact so that they could find another escape from their terrible realities. He resented her at first; she'd grown up in a privileged house, with no abuse or scars to speak of. Sure, she was neglected, but Mordechai would have given anything to be ignored by his parents and their fists. He began to see her issues were valid, though, and the relationship developed emotions that neither were ready for in their fragile states.

When he found out about her bulimia, he tried to get her to stop, but what kind of rolemodel was he? So it ended up being that he had to find her, curled around a toilet and trying to force out what wasn't there, and make a deal that he wasn't even sure he could get behind. If she quit purging, he would try at school, and get away from his parents and buy an apartment with the money he made at the garage; giving her a place to go when she was hurt and vulnerable, and giving him a safe space of his own. Surprisingly, they were both able to make good on those promises.

Their relationship was off and on since then. While they'd always stay friends, Decky didn't have interest in sharing much emotion with anyone outside his precious baby brother. This left her starved of the very interaction she'd been trying to gain from her parents- though she had rebuilt a relationship with them at this point. While she still crashed at his apartment occasionally, they didn't get too far beyond physical contact and sharing each others' problems out loud; you could say their little theraputic sessions started Lanie on her realization that she wanted to do social work. They tried- really, they did- but everyone knew a relationship between the two wouldn't last.

During his junior year, they were finally starting to blossom into a proper relationship; they'd stopped most of their drug use, but still drank and took the occasional hit, and Lanie hadn't purged since mid-sophomore year. It was all looking up as they slapped the boyfriend/girlfriend labels on for the first time in their history.

Of course that's when it had to go so horribly wrong.

The loss of his brother sent Decky on a quick downward spiral that had him leaving town as soon as his brother was buried. He'd told no one but Phil, who would later inform Lanie himself when she stopped by the garage to ask about him. She had no idea where he went, if he was still alive, or why he didn't tell her.

Ok, that last one was a lie; Decky still had a lot of problems sharing his thoughts and feelings, so it probably made sense to him in his grief riddled haze to just hop on his motorcycle and skip out of the emotional hell-hole he saw this town to be.

Lanie uses his story as inspiration for troubled teens when she can. "I knew this guy in high school. His parents were so cruel, so abusive and he fell into a bad life before I'd even met him. But for his little brother-" 'and for me' she'd add silently- "he turned his life around, got emancipated, and with his job at a mechanics garage, got an apartment. It was small, and broken and dirty, but he seemed so happy there, and he'd let other troubled kids crash there as well. With his brother, he didn't need much else. Just find someone to hold on to, and you can make it through this with help."

She'd use her own story for the bulimic kids she dealt with, under the agreement that they don't share anything about it outside the room.

When a dying Phil called her and told her he'd left the Garage to Mordechai, she didn't know what to say; her life was on track and she'd tried to- and gotten- over his leaving. Did this mean he was coming back? Would they even recognize each other? What would their relationship- with their last contact being over his brother's cooling body- be now?

Only time will be able to tell.

Occupation: Mechanic 

Biography: Mordechai was born as raised in South Boston. He was an only child for just over two years until his little brother Daniel was born. It took him growing up a bit to realize that abuse at the hands of his parents wasn't normal, and he quickly began lashing out to draw their attention and protect Danny. No one at school seemed to notice the bruises or his quickly deteriorating attitude. Or no one cared.

It wasn't hard for Decky to fall into the wrong walk of life. He was smoking and drinking by 12, but making sure Danny stayed on the right path and away from that type of lifestyle. Upon entering Edenridge high, he established his reputation as the punk with no life ahead of him. He didn't show up to school often, preferring to pick scraps at the junkyard and work on building his motorcycle at the mechanics shop around the corner. Phil the Mechanic didn't mind; he knew that school wasn't for everyone, and he noticed the bruises from both fights and beatings that seemed to cover the boy. Phil wasn't going to deprive him of a constructive outlet like mechanics.

As a sophomore, Mordechai started going to school more, all but teaching the mechanics class that he believed to be an absolute joke compared to actual mechanics. It didn't even cover the basics, it was just a bunch of guys circle jerking over a car engine. He began hanging around Trish Palmer and not many others. It was a small circle and he was fine with it. Because of Phil basically giving him a job at the garage, he was able to look after himself and quickly got emancipated. He lived in a shitty apartment, and made sure his brother was over so much that he basically lived there as well. Late in his junior year, he was heading to meet Danny at lunch; his Freshman brother was getting swamped in homework and despite Mordechai not actually attending many classes, he was adamant about helping Danny as much as possible.

The first shot caused his heart to stop. He broke into a run towards the other end of the school where the shot rang out; towards the cafeteria. The sirens got there before he did, and so did more shots. By the time everything was over, Mordechai was on the ground next to his brother's body bag, saying his last 'goodbye' and 'I love you' to a boy who'd never be able to say it back. Torn apart by grief, Mordechai packed up, hopped on his motorcycle and rode off.

He stayed away for ten years, but with Phil's death leaving the garage to Mordechai-and wasn't that a shock- he rode back into town on the anniversary of the shooting, the whole place looking like it hadn't changed at all.

Darnies flinched as the stick hit his bad leg, moving his own cane to block the man's walking stick from hitting his body once more. "Uh, it's both glass and egg, man, good guess," He answered. "And if you just take three more steps forward, the door to the bar will be at your-" He paused as a man walked right passed them, through the window, and into the bar. "What the actual fuck?"

"DarnDarn!" Chasa hissed. She shook her head at him and stepped up to the man, gently touching his hand to imply that she was offering him her arm. "I can take you in, sir; I don't believe you'll want to go in through the window, so three steps forward and the door will be to your three o'clock," She explained, stepping forward as the man did and entering the bar with him, throwing one last remark over her shoulders. "Don't forget my groceries!"

Darnies watched her disappear in the bar with the man, shrugging off the feeling of the man's hot energy. Obviously a Supernatural, something to do with fire, but Darnies wasn't going to waste his night trying to figure it out; his ability to feel people's energy wasn't exactly meant for precision, but he could definitely tell when someone was Supernatural and trying to hide it.

He trudged his way out of the dingy alleyway that held the bar's entrance and took to the sidewalk. The grocery store wasn't too far away and it would be better for everyone if he did the shopping as soon as possible. Chasa was a gentle and kind soul, but she could pull off the passive aggressive Jewish guilt better than anyone he's ever known, including his own mother.

As he turned the corner to the next street, he pulled up short to avoid the person turning the corner from the other side. And wait...was that? 'No shit.' he thought with a grin. "Pippa! How are you? How's the talisman?"

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