⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫。˚۰˚ brock o'hurn, cismale, he/him. yes, i know FREDERICK MULLIGAN. the FARMHAND has been in sage lake since 1973, and waited 12 YEARS for their soulmate, VICTORIA JÖNSSON. they’re known around the lake for being HUMOROUS & WARM & DARING, though it’s rumored they’re CARELESS & FREEWHEELING & SELFISH. may they live blissfully through the ageless autumn.
Claire again with my big, bumbling boy!
Frederick was born in Los Angeles, California in 1947 to the large and boisterous Mulligan clan. Fittingly known as the “Golden Boy”, Fred was the eldest of his siblings, though certainly not the most responsible. His family was hardworking and well off, but the hard work didn’t seem to carry through to Fred. Even as a child, he was renowned for being a “Tom Sawyer”--neglecting his chores with a smooth tongue so he could embrace his lazy lifestyle.
He would rather spend long days strumming on his guitar, eating sweet clovers in the grass. As he grew into adulthood, there was little improvement. A true ramblin’ man, rather than get a job, Fred was content to follow the free-wheeling hippie movement of the 60s-70s, traveling around the west coast in his van and seeking to make it big in his music career. This led to a break with his family, a separation that left the relationship foul, particularly with his younger sister. **wanted connection!
Ever the charming rascal, it didn’t take long for Fred to gain the attention of a record producer, but it would prove to be too late. With the stereo cranked up, Fred sped down a coastal highway, delighted at the news, and (accidently, of course) drove his van off a precarious, rocky cliff.
When his head bobbed up from the water, his van, and everything he once knew, was gone. Fred was no stranger to roughing it on his own, and took the shock of Sage Lake surprisingly well. Though his van was gone, he did manage to find his guitar lodged in lake mud, and spends much of his time on Chive St., when he’s not feeding hogs and bailing hay for the Rosemary’s.