( SINQUA WALLS, MASCULINE AGENDER, HE/THEY ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that TERRENCE WALKER is a THIRTY-TWO ( THIRTY-FIVE ) year old GRAVEDIGGER / EX-MUSICIAN that has been in Chicago for THREE YEARS. According to government files, they’re a MUTANT on LEVEL THREE with the power of NECROMUTANT PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re DECISIVE and APATHETIC. If you ask me, they remind me of LONG, SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, DRUMMING FINGERS ON EVERY SURFACE, AND A WORLD IN SHADES OF GRAY. They are affiliated with NOBODY.
background.
( tw: death )
while originally born in london, terrence couldn’t tell anyone the first bit about it. their parents emigrated from england shortly after their birth, taking their family of three away from their homeland and off to america. in essence, they traded one large, bustling city for one of equal measure—san francisco. it was there that he, at the small age of three years old, met another child ( of similar circumstances ) that would change his life forever—ihsan kaplan. the pair took to each other like peas in a pod, completely inseparable almost from the moment they locked eyes. to terrence’s parents, it was a blessing. how many kids had struggled to find friends after moving such a long way?
there was only one, teeny problem—as puberty hit, terry developed a mutation. while it was incredibly minor and invisible to the naked eye ( quicker personal healing, so they thought ) their parents were terrified of the backlash they might get if it was revealed. he was instructed not to share it with anyone... not even with his closest friend, ihsan. but more trouble was brewing. only a few short years later, they were approached by him with fears surrounding a similar ( if more severe ) situation with alara. not wanting to betray their parents wishes but hoping that they could help, they admitted their own status as a mutant to him... pleading that he not let anyone else know. from then on, their duo became much more like a trio, with alara accompanying them more frequently.
as the dust of their childhood hardships settled, as they grew, so too did their interests—in similar directions. music was a passion and an escape for them both, and something they had fast talent for, but ihsan’s creative vision was obvious and unparalleled. with two other musicians, hinging primarily off of his songwriting, they ended up forming a band. as with all things, the pickup was grueling. they played in run down bars during slow hours, putting every bit of their energy into something that, for the moment, nobody else seemed to care about.
it was one of ihsan’s best songs that finally had them take off, away from their small indie beginnings and into the mainstream... more or less. they were featured on the radio! it was beyond any one of their wildest dreams, and thanks to his best friend, they had finally made it into a reality. it didn’t last. as their careers grew, ihsan became to pull back from them, retreating into a solitude that they had never seen in him, before. when this weird behavior grew erratic enough to threaten their work ( their dreams! ) terrence finally had to step in and remove him from the band... and implore that he seek out help.
they continued to dominate without their key visionary, but wilson red was changed forever. the sound, the writing—it was much more a collaborative effort between the remaining members ( and ihsan’s replacement ) of the band. but despite the heavy loss in their life, the hole drilled straight into their chest, things were going well... even perfect. once again, that didn’t last. a stage accident cut one of their tours short and ended with terrence’s critical injury, and later death—a death confirmed by every news outlet that could pump the story out fast enough.
and then... he woke up. only days later and in the process of an autopsy, long after the call had been made, he woke as if from a nightmare, insides splayed open for the two professionals ( the whole world, then ) to see. the incidents that took place after became a blur to them, but resulted in both people working on his bodily preparations deaths. something heavily covered up. suddenly, not only was he thrust back into the public stage, but he had no time at all to reconcile with anything that had happened. not his death, not his... mistakes, not the mutation he had clearly developed... it was somehow both as though he had never died at all, and all anyone could talk about. still, he was expected to return to his career.
but they couldn’t. everything was wrong, muted, and insignificant. only a month after his miraculous ( and terrifying ) return to the living, he silently quit his career and moved far, far away from anything he had ever known. if not to escape all those old expectations, then to give himself an opportunity to discover just what, exactly ailed him.
quick facts.
used to play in wilson red before dying and was a pretty significant celebrity because of it. fell immediately out of the public eye after their extremely publicized death situation.
still knows how to play the drums but he doesn’t actually play anymore. closest he gets is absentmindedly tapping on some surface.
“lives” in the barest possible apartment. without the need to eat or drink or sleep and no passion for decoration... well, there’s not much they actually need.
bi... ;)
distantly related to leo. <3
possible connections.
other ex-bandmates: or anything having to do with the process... you get the picture.
old fans: don’t have to be crazy stans ( ideally not :elmo: ) but they were pretty popular for a while there! so even casual recognition is possible.
neighbors: they’re really the perfect one themselves. no noise, hardly ever home... i don’t know, there could be something here!
anything else: just love me please...
