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Full Name:
Scott Michael Dawson
Nickname(s):
Scotty: Childhood friends and peers called him Scotty. He never minded it.
22: Specifically pronounced as 'TWO TWO'. His number when he played football. It was hard not to feel pride when hearing it called by the crowd at a game or in the lockers.
22: Specifically pronounced as 'TWO TWO'. His number when he played football. It was hard not to feel pride when hearing it called by the crowd at a game or in the lockers.
Age:
37
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Wouldn't call himself bisexual. But then, he wouldn't call him using certain hookup apps as gay because he was never 'playing catcher'. Has only ever dated women. Others could certainly call him bisexual, though.
Occupation:
Criminal Defense Lawyer, with some experience in Entertainment Law. At one point he was considering going corporate law but...the chance never came. Presently, though, he's unemployed and seeking odd jobs to do around his home town, while not exactly saying he lost his license in the legal world.
Place of Residence:
Used to live at 26 Shady Pines Drive but would just as much rather crash at the houses of others than live out of the old trailer home. It's not exactly a good look but it might be his only option.
Family and Close Connections:
Martin Stone - Mentor in the legal world. Showed Scott the ropes. At the time he didn't know that was forming into a noose. | FC: Guy Pearce
Cousin Willie - Technically speaking, he's Scott's uncle. But he insisted on being called Cousin Willie. Works at a bait shop. Believes conspiracy theories. Always has a beer nearby. Helping out his sister, Scott's mother. | FC: Woody Harrelson
Mark Dawson - Scott's father. Scott didn't go to the funeral. He had to take the bar. They're more alike than expected.
Stephanie Dawson - Scott's mother. Lives in an assisted living facility. Scott sent payments. They're infrequent now. But she's accepted that the payments won't be needed forever. Cancer is a heavy thing to live with. It's a worse thing to die with. | FC: Dianne Wiest
Cousin Willie - Technically speaking, he's Scott's uncle. But he insisted on being called Cousin Willie. Works at a bait shop. Believes conspiracy theories. Always has a beer nearby. Helping out his sister, Scott's mother. | FC: Woody Harrelson
Mark Dawson - Scott's father. Scott didn't go to the funeral. He had to take the bar. They're more alike than expected.
Stephanie Dawson - Scott's mother. Lives in an assisted living facility. Scott sent payments. They're infrequent now. But she's accepted that the payments won't be needed forever. Cancer is a heavy thing to live with. It's a worse thing to die with. | FC: Dianne Wiest
Appearance:
- Height: 6'1"
- Hair: A brunette that could sometimes pass for a dirty blonde in the right light. During school he was clean cut, but now he's more forgiving of facial hair, specifically a light beard. His hair is a bit scruffy even with combing.
- Eyes: Dark blue.
- Body Type: Scott has kept in shape though not quite to the extent he did in high school. His shoulders are broad but his physique is more limber rock star than body builder. He's hit the gym more often since returning; there's not much else to do, and his body is thanking him for it.
- Clothing Style: He's well dressed, which is a change from simply wearing t-shirts and jeans in his youth. He's really come around on khakis and will often wear a jacket with an undershirt. Enjoys long sleeves, not because he has something to hide but because they're comfortable and can be casual as well as formal. Will revert to t-shirts and jeans when doing handiwork or outdoorsy activities.
- Body Markings: Has a tattoo. Ask him where it is and maybe he'll show you. It's on his back. Left shoulder. It's the Green Lantern logo.
Personality:
There's a reason people hate lawyers until they need them and Scott isn't exactly doing anything to change that reputation. He is charismatic in the way that a car salesman, or a conman, is. It's not just in the way he talks, always knowing when to smile or smirk or to offer a promise with his eyes when his words can't, but it's also in how he carries himself. He knows full well that doors have a tendency to open when you're tall and (dirty) blonde and handsome. But for all the gift of the gab, Scott has a wonder if he's even capable of having any sort of real, meaningful conversation if he routinely treats people like, well, clients.
He doesn't lack in empathy, but he also finds it far too easy to lie and lie and build on those lies to the point where the wrong kind of push threatens to make everything crash down. He doesn't believe he's a bad person, but then who really does? Before he left for brighter pastures, Scott was regularly called a 'sweet boy' by the older residents of Pines Holler and considering he was always willing to do some yard work or little errands as a teen, it was no surprise where that reputation came from. He's still willing to do yard work, the only difference is back in his youth he did it to be kind; now he'd do it to earn some cash or to negotiate a place to stay.
He knows that his lies will likely catch up to him but Scott harbors deep embarrassment and shame about his career failings that he doesn't want to get the sympathy party from his old town. So he lies. So he distorts the truth. So he says whatever he can to get a favorable outcome in whatever he pursues. He may not have a license anymore but he's still a goddamn lawyer at heart. And maybe being back around people that still remember the 'sweet boy' or still get excited saying '22! TWO TWO!' will do him good.
He doesn't lack in empathy, but he also finds it far too easy to lie and lie and build on those lies to the point where the wrong kind of push threatens to make everything crash down. He doesn't believe he's a bad person, but then who really does? Before he left for brighter pastures, Scott was regularly called a 'sweet boy' by the older residents of Pines Holler and considering he was always willing to do some yard work or little errands as a teen, it was no surprise where that reputation came from. He's still willing to do yard work, the only difference is back in his youth he did it to be kind; now he'd do it to earn some cash or to negotiate a place to stay.
He knows that his lies will likely catch up to him but Scott harbors deep embarrassment and shame about his career failings that he doesn't want to get the sympathy party from his old town. So he lies. So he distorts the truth. So he says whatever he can to get a favorable outcome in whatever he pursues. He may not have a license anymore but he's still a goddamn lawyer at heart. And maybe being back around people that still remember the 'sweet boy' or still get excited saying '22! TWO TWO!' will do him good.
History:
Scott Dawson had all the makings of a Pines Holler lifer. The kind of person that was born, raised, and would grow old in the blanket that was small town living. And it was easy to see why. From a young age he was enjoying the small town delights. Fishing. Climbing trees. Being part of the community. He found sports at a young age thanks to his dad, whose particular vice wasn't alcohol or drugs but something that could just as easily tear a family apart. His father, Mark, had dreams of athletic glory but it was wishful thinking. Mark was more the kind of person who wrote about sports rather than play them.
Football was where Scott shined athletically. He was a wide receiver and was known for his speed allowing him to take open pass routes and make catches that otherwise seemed like they'd be incomplete. But his passion was never football. It was just something to do and it made people happy. He dreamed of more, not of being an athlete, but something that mattered. He read watched the books movies of authors like John Grisham, particularly The Rainmaker and A Time To Kill. The idea that some young hotshot could make a difference in the world just by using guile and charisma? How could he not think it was the perfect path?
His grades, though, weren't anything to write about. He was coasting on athletics. His father thought he was wasting time, that God gave him a gift and that Scott was squandering it. But Scott knew that being decent at football in a small town was different from being good at football in a professional sense. Scott's mother, though, was supportive and was the one who gave Scott the money to send college applications and enough pocket money to get by when he finally did get accepted. It wasn't a great school, but it was out of state and had a law program.
When Scott went away to college, the glue holding his parents together went with him. His mother, well aware of the vice her husband was a slave to, grew distant. Which only continued to drive Mark Dawson into the messages and hotel rooms of others. Stephanie knew what her husband was doing, and Mark could apologize with the best of them, but neither wanted to admit that their marriage was all but over. So Stephanie took on the burden of maintaining optimism while Mark grew more and more indulgent. The two of them maintained the act for the sake of others. For the sake of Scott, who had already known of his father's affairs before his mom found out. But Scott didn't want to hurt his mom or betray his dad. So he said nothing. Maybe if he had spoken up, things would've been different. Life is full of maybes.
Scott took his studies seriously and while he was never top of the class, he did get through law school while working at a sports bar cleaning tables and dealing with drunken women who found his southern boy charm, well, charming and drunken men who loved to argue over teams. Scott might have enjoyed some unexpected perks of being around alcohol when not at class, but he was young and the idea of being a potential home wrecker wasn't on his mind. In that way, he was kind of like his father.
Once he passed the bar, he wanted to tell his parents but that was when he learned he had missed the funeral of his father. A heart attack. Scott spent some time in mourning, drowning regrets, until he was hired by the Stone, Slattery, and Whitley Law Firm. He was taken under the wing of Martin Stone, one of the partners of the firm, and he was like a second father figure, showing Scott the real way law worked. He was eager to learn. To absorb it all. Scott even once referred to Martin as "Bruiser Stone" but Martin didn't get the reference. Martin kept building Scott up, having him experience trials and getting that experience until he was given the reigns on a case well before other juniors in the firm were typically given them.
Scott just assumed Martin saw something in him.
He was right. Martin saw a perfect patsy.
Scott was supposed to defend a woman accused of murder. Rich deceased husband. Life insurance pay outs. The stuff legal dramas were made of. Scott got a little too close with the client, thinking that he could get find something to help the defense. At the same time Stone, Slattery, and Whtiley was being audited. The stars aligned and Scott was held responsible after being found sleeping with his client under the guise of using her money to funnel into the firm. Embezzlement was bad enough, but violating the client's trust like that was worse. He pleaded for Martin Stone to help him. But Stone did nothing. Scott was disbarred before his career could even take off.
His only solace was that his situation would likely not reach his hometown. With little other option, Scott found himself returning to Pines Holler. As far as they know he's still a 'big shot lawyer' and he'll let them think that. Maybe even make some vague notion of starting a private little firm near town. But he just needs a place to lay low and keep in good moral standing. Maybe then he can appeal and get his job back.
But things are rarely so simple.
Football was where Scott shined athletically. He was a wide receiver and was known for his speed allowing him to take open pass routes and make catches that otherwise seemed like they'd be incomplete. But his passion was never football. It was just something to do and it made people happy. He dreamed of more, not of being an athlete, but something that mattered. He read watched the books movies of authors like John Grisham, particularly The Rainmaker and A Time To Kill. The idea that some young hotshot could make a difference in the world just by using guile and charisma? How could he not think it was the perfect path?
His grades, though, weren't anything to write about. He was coasting on athletics. His father thought he was wasting time, that God gave him a gift and that Scott was squandering it. But Scott knew that being decent at football in a small town was different from being good at football in a professional sense. Scott's mother, though, was supportive and was the one who gave Scott the money to send college applications and enough pocket money to get by when he finally did get accepted. It wasn't a great school, but it was out of state and had a law program.
When Scott went away to college, the glue holding his parents together went with him. His mother, well aware of the vice her husband was a slave to, grew distant. Which only continued to drive Mark Dawson into the messages and hotel rooms of others. Stephanie knew what her husband was doing, and Mark could apologize with the best of them, but neither wanted to admit that their marriage was all but over. So Stephanie took on the burden of maintaining optimism while Mark grew more and more indulgent. The two of them maintained the act for the sake of others. For the sake of Scott, who had already known of his father's affairs before his mom found out. But Scott didn't want to hurt his mom or betray his dad. So he said nothing. Maybe if he had spoken up, things would've been different. Life is full of maybes.
Scott took his studies seriously and while he was never top of the class, he did get through law school while working at a sports bar cleaning tables and dealing with drunken women who found his southern boy charm, well, charming and drunken men who loved to argue over teams. Scott might have enjoyed some unexpected perks of being around alcohol when not at class, but he was young and the idea of being a potential home wrecker wasn't on his mind. In that way, he was kind of like his father.
Once he passed the bar, he wanted to tell his parents but that was when he learned he had missed the funeral of his father. A heart attack. Scott spent some time in mourning, drowning regrets, until he was hired by the Stone, Slattery, and Whitley Law Firm. He was taken under the wing of Martin Stone, one of the partners of the firm, and he was like a second father figure, showing Scott the real way law worked. He was eager to learn. To absorb it all. Scott even once referred to Martin as "Bruiser Stone" but Martin didn't get the reference. Martin kept building Scott up, having him experience trials and getting that experience until he was given the reigns on a case well before other juniors in the firm were typically given them.
Scott just assumed Martin saw something in him.
He was right. Martin saw a perfect patsy.
Scott was supposed to defend a woman accused of murder. Rich deceased husband. Life insurance pay outs. The stuff legal dramas were made of. Scott got a little too close with the client, thinking that he could get find something to help the defense. At the same time Stone, Slattery, and Whtiley was being audited. The stars aligned and Scott was held responsible after being found sleeping with his client under the guise of using her money to funnel into the firm. Embezzlement was bad enough, but violating the client's trust like that was worse. He pleaded for Martin Stone to help him. But Stone did nothing. Scott was disbarred before his career could even take off.
His only solace was that his situation would likely not reach his hometown. With little other option, Scott found himself returning to Pines Holler. As far as they know he's still a 'big shot lawyer' and he'll let them think that. Maybe even make some vague notion of starting a private little firm near town. But he just needs a place to lay low and keep in good moral standing. Maybe then he can appeal and get his job back.
But things are rarely so simple.
Extra Facts // Headcannons:
- Scott isn't much in favor of the expansion even if it won't really impact him once he leaves again. If he does. He's seen other small towns lose their charm and knows that most of the people won't have anywhere to go if they're pushed out. But he's not naive enough to think that a small community can stand against corporations with bank accounts bigger than the income of the citizens.
- As evidenced by his tattoo, he's secretly a fan of comic books. Or at least a fan of the Green Lanterns. His favorite is Kyle Rayner.
- He's not so secretly a mamma's boy at heart.
- Is well aware that his past habits of hooking up with not always single people made him similar to his father. But since he has never cheated himself that he's somewhat blameless. It's the lawyer in him.
- He was the one who called Cousin Willie to have him keep an eye on his mom. Willie already was.
- Not ashamed to admit he enjoys pop music.
- Refuses to eat fish.
- Still has his old football jersey. For sentimental reasons.
