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Apologies for the double post, folks, but my dense butt thought I'd posted my character about a week ago. Meet Sean Brooks, everyone.

Probity

Mr Sean F Brooks, 52

Sanguine Shock Jock

_{Sean is the host of Probity's Blue Note Network, the popular smooth jazz station that he erected to combat the growing wave of hoodlums bopping to rock and roll. The typical act of a radio station (that is to say, playing music for people to enjoy) is often broken up by medium length speaking segments, where his somewhat popularly controversial opinions are delivered with his signature baritone voice - not too rough, not too smooth. When he's not badmouthing government officials' wives inbetween puffs of his cigar and generous helpings of turkey sandwiches, the good old fashioned mixture of varying brass instruments is the choice selection of many Probity residents. However, even those who just tune in for the music have to admit that Sean is steadily becoming the universal voice for the older generation of residents, who are too afraid of change poisoning their youth to accept anything other than what they're used to.}

Pompous Drip

_{Simply put, being the voice for stubborn bigots who have not yet learned the act of subtlety does not least to a bright future for Sean, and despite all his internal protests he knows it. What people could consider his call to fame, his arrogance and refusal to accept change or invoke it within himself, will be his downfall both career-wise allcceptnd religiously. Was it not Saul that had to renew himself and forget his old ways of arrogance and hatred in order to better serve God? Is a blind path of stubbornness and refusal not a fool's path indeed? Will he help raise his grandkids with the ideal mindset, or will he just end up pushing them away because of their attraction towards all things he finds abhorrent? Even his children have began to keep secrets from him, leaving him tormented with the idea that the very basis of his personality will lead him down to the path to bitter loneliness.}

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Judith Brooks - Wife

_{Sean's relationship with his wife of 32 years is a complex and bittersweet one. The two are very obviously not interested in being intimate with each other, though Judith seems to feel the strongest in that regard, but they can reach common ground when it comes to discussing politics and the things Sean dislikes in the world. While it's obviously due to the over three decades of Judith blindly following her husband's political opinions, like a good wife should, it serves for a better experience than the two barely tolerating each other in casual discourse. Whatever spark the two had all those years ago has since withered and fallen apart, much like a whiny flower that does the dishes.}

Samuel Brooks - Son

_{Samuel is quite possibly one of Sean's proudest achievements, aside from his currently flourishing career as a radio host. The boy was raised with the good old values Sean himself was taught, and - at least in Sean's opinion - he's better for it. Happily married with two children and a clearly appreciative wife, Samuel is almost Sean's idealised version of himself, and he makes it apparent by showering his son with praise. While he does critique some of his political views and music tastes, they're all small scratches on the surface of a goddamn shining trophy. He only hopes his son holds him with at least some of the same regard.}

Beverly Brooks - Daughter-in-Law

_{While possessing a fondness towards the shenanigans of rock and roll and the desire to move out of America, there are no major complaints (at least not valid ones) that Sean can throw Beverly's way, so that's enough for him. So long as Samuel is happy with her and she's happy with him, then Sean is willing to stay out of their relationship and give them respect. Just so long as she stops insisting that he comes over for dinner and has to listen to that godawful hooligan radio again.}

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I hear your cries, and I bring you; the 0th post. All your masterpieces are on display along with a few updated tidbits from the OOC.

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The Five Commandments

<sub>1. Thou shalt not be impolite to each other. Not even jokingly. People don't know how to take jokes anymore, so just be nice.
2. Thou shalt not powerplay or (gasp) God-mod. Interaction is encouraged, but don't break up scenes to walk into them.
3. Thou shalt take up issues with the GMs in private messages instead of flaming each other.
4. Thou shalt let the GMs know if you're gonna be missing for more than three days.
5. Thou shalt strive to write a well-developed character and a well-developed story we can all collectively feel proud of.</sub>

Employment

_{Here in Probity, we have a wide variety of character roles jobs that residents undertake. Why don't you take a gander and see which one will be right for you? Of course, these are just some of the many careers that the good folk of Probity pursue.}

JOB ALERT: Reverend needed!

Reverend
Restaurant Owner
Baker Taken
Butcher Taken
Barber Taken
Barkeep Taken
Lawyer Taken
Banker
Judge
Doctor
Teacher Taken
Nurse Taken
Sheriff Taken
Deputy Taken
Used Car Salesman
Nice Car Salesman

Community Contributions

_{Truly the gift that keeps on giving; the kind folk of Probity love to give back to the cutesy town that raised them.
Be it a poetic wave of words and emotions, thought provoking art from the hand of a gifted artist, or just good old tunes drifting over the radio, most everything has a community-made flourish to it.}

Poetry -- from the mind of Ede Blanche

On Jenna Fairfield

Blackness incarnate, carnal physicality,
My own garmonbozia, pulse through my being
Like Lynchian electricity.

What would I do without you, my drug?
Consumable shadow, consumate me,
Virgin to the day fall. Scared to face others.

Cloak my insides, like I cloak my outsides.
Hot Springs sing as they're renewed. I am
I am the earth, brown and fertile, but dying.

The days we must face,
Not chaste and with such haste,
They are our deadly race, but,
If I can have just another taste.

On Charlotte Yates

To shake myself to the core,
Is this the nature of the beach I adore.

Party of my senses,
Reverberate and end this.

Fuscus mid-, that starts your sun burn,
But for me, it's already past the midway turn.

Beach party, to start my vanta sojourn, then
Thelma spell of mind-body being, dark as mother hen.

I miss her, and your bitter taste, my hipster Santeria.
Love of a beach party, shakes me like mother Maria.

Tia is gone, but here I am. Black inside and out, the old coat and the new.
Goodbye to this day, I will...rest my head not, for this is not her church pew.

On Daryl Goodwin

IN THE COURT OF A MODERN MAN

Crimson blood beneath flesh, flushes with a sidelong glance, into the silver pool his opposite, hanging:

Does anyone hear this evergreen, as it falls to its eternal bed of moss, do the trees around, sing?

On Filthy Frank

Kegare,

Dukkha,

What is it, are we?

Simple trash of society.

Does the bell toll for me--

Witching hour for me, the Witch.

Cross the street as you see this black cat, riding in the dark. What is it, are we.

Pale black horse. Alcohol.

Purple minds, descended from the incestuous gods of old.

It's your mistakes that creates we.

And me.

I breathe your trash.

And you know what they say.

You are what you eat.

Kegare, and dukkha.

Lower than low, I've gone below sin.

Dukkha, Kegare-- fin.

Music of the Townsfolk

An Americana Ode to The American Hobo

Lonesome Highway - Hank Williams
San Francisco - Scott McKenzie
Waiting Around to Die - Towns Van Zandt
Kneeling Drunkard's Plea - The Louvin Brothers
Flowers Mean Forgiveness - Frank Sinatra

Slow Songs for Quick Visits

Just the Two of Us - Bill Withers
I'd Love to Lay You Down - Conway Twitty
(You're) Having my Baby - Paul Anka
Between the Sheets - The Isley Brothers
The Wanderer - Dion

Crooners, Cowards, Coppers

Straight Down the Middle - Bing Crosby
Endless Sleep - Jody Reynolds
Mr. Lonely - Bobby Vinton
One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer - Amos Milburn
Haunted House - Gene Simmons

Lady Singers for Skin Stitchers

Failsafe - The Choir Practice
Mr. Sandman - Emmylou Harris, Linda Rondstadt, Dolly Parton
Dream Lover - Sandra Dee & Bobby Darin
I Say A Little Prayer - Aretha Franklin
He's a High Class Physician - Marion Williams

Chopping Block Beats

Closer to The Bone - Louis Prima
Oh! Ma-Ma (The Butcher Boy)
It Ain't the Meat - The Swallows
For Your Love - The Yardbirds
The Honeymooners - Bruce Springsteen

Art

Daryl Urie (bootyshorts edition)

Frank vs Joanne

Michael hard at work

Probity

@mackielars We're no way near a full house yet! Come on in and join the family! And casually make derogatory remarks about anyone who isn't white!

Probity

CHEAP WEST VIRGINIA REAL ESTATE IN QUIET TOWN - SEEKING NEW NEIGHBORS - GORGEOUS VIEWS OF THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS

Any sort of folk are welcomed by Probity's Blue Note Network, so long as they speak God's English like a true proud American.

♪ IF IT AIN'T JAZZ, WHY BOTHER? ♪

It's that time again, folks. If you're a new listener who just tuned in, welcome to Probity's Blue Note Network, the only thing worth listening to this side of the Mississipi river. Hosted by yours truly, Sean Brooks, this glimmering beacon of hope in the town named after it, is a place to get away from these changing times. When the youth's minds are being influenced by queer men dancing around on-stage to the riff-raff of rock and roll, you can count on me and a couple hundred smooth tunes to relax and remind us all of the good old days.