Owen James.
Faceclaim: Corey Taylor. Relationship Status: Main: Single. Otherwise: Depends on AU. Race: Human/White/American.
Bio: Never one to take things seriously, Owen has always had the label of ‘class clown’ since he was a freshman in high school. As far as his childhood was concerned, he was a fairly happy boy. His parents loved him since they brought him home from the hospital, but what he would later learned caused him to question his own existence. On his 16th birthday, the new was broken to him that he was adopted and he had two other brothers. Triplets. As if that didn’t confuse him enough, he sat late at night most of the time questioning why his birth parents gave him up. Why they kept the other two.
He burned through his education, graduated early so he could leave the small town Jackson, Minnesota and find who the other part of him was. His antics proved worthy enough to get him by with minimal damage to his psyche. Being a natural charmer, he’s made a few friends along the way, but never long enough to sustain a long going relationship. He always told them though after he had finished packing that it would never be ‘goodbye’ but a simple ‘see yah later.’ He took himself where he felt he would finally be able to settle down and just relax instead of trying to find that other part of him. He found himself in a city McDermitt, Nevada. Figuring it was in the one state that riled him up the most, he would settle in for a long stay rather than a few months and calling it passing through.
He found himself living in that small house for nine years. Nine years of nothing but boozing and long night heart to hearts with his parents over the phone. The days had dragged on and it was just another reminder that he had all but given up the search for just one of his brothers. He found that his biological father had passed due to a stroke or heart attack, he could never remember which. All he remembered was just how much he looked like the man rather than the one that had raised him. To ease up on his long night thinking, he opened up his own bar. The bar flies and hags that walked in was enough to keep him company, long after the last call for the night.
For someone who had always had sudden bursts of energy, Owen found that he liked the quiet far more than he liked the noise. After all, he had no one else but himself.
