"Pass me a light?" Shawn Barrett
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: Police Officer, part-time Student
Relationships: TBW
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Abilities: Nonexistent.
Appearance: -Height: 5'10"
-Weight: 187lbs
-Eyes: Blue
Personality: Serious and relatively quiet, someone knows they’ve hit his good side when they make him truly laugh. Having seen more than his fair share of corruption, Shawn has a hard time trusting people around him without good reason. Stubborn to a fault and dedicated to his work and studies, Shawn can be a bit of a dry man. He likes his humor like he likes his coffee, dark and bitter. That being said, he’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, and opens up when truly intoxicated. A social drinker, it’s not a problem. Really.
Short Biography: Raised by a single mother in Boston, Massachusetts, Shawn attended public school as a child, generally getting into fights on a regular basis and trying his best to keep his friends out of trouble. Athletic and with a good head on his shoulders, it looked like Shawn would be going to a solid college upon graduation when he surprised his friends and family by enlisting in the Marines.
Serving several deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan, Shawn returned to the States to discover that the G.I. Bill actually takes a decent bit to process, and realized that he would have to work to make his way before he could go to school. Joining the B.P.D., Shawn performed admirably for several years, rising to become a lieutenant detective before discovering that the funding for his education had finally gone through. Ecstatic at his transfer, Shawn moved west to get out of the big city and really clear his head, focusing on his studies with a renewed intensity as he continued work as a small-time cop in a quieter place. Soon, Shawn found himself taking world history and education courses in Darkwell, seeking to become a teacher and leave his life of pursuing criminals behind him. For now, he works the not-so-calm streets, disturbed more and more at the increasing violence in animals and strange omens around him. The last case initially looked like wolves, but signs pointed more and more to murder, with a bloodstained letter pointing him towards a coming party in the Darkwell City Diner. For better or for worse, it looked like this would lead him to the heart of things.
Other: -An absolutely HORRIBLE cook, goes out for practically every meal.
-No musical talent, though he thinks he’s a good singer. He’s not.
-Excellent shot and taking up lifting as a hobby, Shawn made the most of his time overseas. Speaks a smattering of Arabic. Doesn’t like to talk about what happened.
-Tough as nails, Shawn has been shot twice, stabbed three times, and spent his entire life fighting someone or another between his childhood, time overseas, and police career. His injuries ache when rain is coming, or at least he thinks so.
-Has a sexuality, doesn't talk about it. Supposedly in a long-distance relationship, but it's strained and likely to end soon.
-Currently lives alone, comes to classes covered in cat hair.
-When he isn't going to work or class, his hands are usually stained with charcoal.
