[ PATRICK WILSON, 48, MALE, HE/HIM ] Welcome to Antioch, Parker Wright! Local sources report that you’ve been in town your whole life and are known to be observant yet stoic. Others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in A Haunting in Roseland as The Groundskeeper, and most know you for your work as a Groundskeeper at The Roseland Estate. We’ll see you around town soon!
Character Name: Parker Wright
Face Claim: Patrick Wilson
Birthday: February 13th, 1976 [48]
Place of Birth: Antioch, Oregon
Zodiac: Aquarius
Sexuality: Demiromantic Asexual
MTBI: ISTJ [Logistician]
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Occupation: Groundskeeper
Place of Work: The Roseland Estate
Subplot Affiliation: The Groundskeeper at the Roseland Estate [A Haunting in Roseland]
Positive Traits: Observant, Loyal, Dependable, Logical
Neutral Traits: Intelligent, Dry, Honest, Literal
Negative Traits: Stoic, Clinical, Unsettling, Reserved
Languages: English, American Sign Language
Love Languages: Acts of Service [Giving], Quality Time [Receiving]
History [tw for references of abuse, parental death and murder]
Parker considers his history to be one of objectivity. He can tell you, with some encouragement due to his introverted nature, that he was born prematurely. That his mother suffered from post-partum psychosis, though his father never elaborated. That a severe illness as a toddler rendered him deaf in one ear and heard of hearing in the other. That he was quiet in school, separated from his peers by a barrier he didn't know was erected, let alone how to lower it. Conversations were sparse, and most of his spare time was with his nose in a book as an insect he found would walk along his shoulders.
He could tell you that mother Eris had soft hands when she cradled his face after he would get hurt as a child, falling from a height or carelessly knocking into a piece of furniture due to delayed motor responses. She wondered why he never cried, why he never laughed or expressed fear. He could tell you that father Osborne was largely dismissive, referring to Parker as a machine who performed his functions well. How his mouth was full of teeth sometimes, and the clever look in his eye as he regarded his child with cruel ambition.
Although... he couldn't tell you about the gaps in memory. He couldn't tell you where the scars on his back came from, thin and trailing. He never questioned them, so he supposed they didn't matter. He didn't discuss the scars, or the lingering feeling that there was something dancing in the corner of his eye on occasion only for there not to be anything once his father passed away.
Osborne Wright was the surly groundskeeper of the notorious Roseland Estate, something Parker followed closely behind and settled into the position at the young age of 18, just out of high school. He could tell you that some called it savant syndrome, while his mother would say it was an effect of the spectrum. Regardless, Parker did the job and did it well, working steadily and reliably, and with a quiet dignity.
His relationship with the Walsh's was one of professionalism and he kept the family at a respectable arm's length; he wasn't one of them, which was okay. He still interacted with the children on occasion, clipping flowers and rescuing frogs for and from tiny, grabbing hands. He had only been inside the house a handful of times, mostly when the Walsh's were too pressed for time to hire someone to fix their superficial malfunctions.
Parker was there the night of the murder.
It wasn't that he couldn't, but rather he wouldn't tell you about that night, about the paranormal investigators he saw coming and going from the residence before. He wouldn't tell you about his alibi, his innocence having been proven that night and the next day. How the images that flickered in his mind were more persistent, but surely just a side-effect of his subconscious desire to continue his work on the abandoned estate.
Extras *** He's never seen without an old, worn leather utility belt around his waist. It contains a lot of little loops and pockets and it appears as though it's been severed once and subsequently stitched back up. When he's not holding or doing anything, his hands are usually rested on his belt. *** His special interests are bugs (umbrella term but particularly likes spiders, scorpions, centipedes and butterflies), plants (as a whole; he loves all of them) and reptiles (especially alligators) and will unintentionally talk about them way more than other topics if unchecked. *** A bad case of meningitis as a child left him nearly deaf in one ear and with hearing issues in the other. He hates asking other people to repeat themselves, but he also hates not hearing what others say and it's not uncommon for him to turn his head to hear better. *** Social etiquette isn't his strong suit and his attempts at making small talk are awkward as a result. He also has a very muted sense of humour and will often remark that he understands when someone makes a joke or is using sarcasm to indicate that it's been acknowledged. He doesn't laugh, but he does smile on the rare occasion. *** He's actually a very talented singer and his voice carries well. He's just quiet and tends to speak in monotone. He does not perform well in front of a crowd or gathering and avoids busy social scenarios. Plants are so much quieter.
Wanted I || The "Acquaintance+" - As he's a workaholic and pretty shy, Parker doesn't really engage with others on a level that's commonly understood and given his strange and narrow interests, Parker has acquaintances but not really anyone to call "friend". He's not above having them, but he wasn't exactly raised with having them in mind, thinking that he works better as someone for others to use and then discard when he's ceased being useful to them. He's not offended by this; rather, he doesn't seem to understand what about him would be appealing to someone else. That could be your character!
Wanted II || The Man Beneath the Machine - Parker is, in all ways but physical, a machine. He performs a series of functions, does his job well, and that's all is expected of him. He doesn't call his hobbies "hobbies". That's where your character comes in. Whether it's a patient, gentle prying of that shell to reach the heart beneath the mechanics or a persistent thorn in the side reaching that humanity by way of being a nuisance, he's getting up there in age and he's been existing but not truly living.
Wanted III || The Challenge - Despite all his introverted qualities, he's very proud of his work and always strives to do better. That Estate has the best-trimmed bushes in Antioch. He can dig a grave better than the guy at the cemetery. He needs a critic, whether constructive or otherwise, to push what he can do. It's not to prove someone wrong (or is it?) but it's to help him improve.
Wanted IV || The Nuisance - With a temperament, strange hobbies and flat manner of speaking like Parker's, it's understandable for someone to think that he's actually some sort of criminal. Is he a killer hiding in plain sight? He can and will say "no" but for some reason, your character isn't keen on believing him.
