name: Mason Collins nicknames: Mase age: 35 gender: cismale birthday: July 12th
Bio under the readmore. (TW: car accident, drunk driver, death)
Growing up in Riverport was something that Mason was proud of. He loved his town and the people that lived in it. He was born to Lucille and Matthew Collins and the family wanting for nothing. He lived the perfect life or so it seemed to everyone on the outside. When Mason was just five years old, his father decided to leave the family and never look back, taking the house from beneath them and leaving a young Mason and his newly single mother desperate for housing and food. The pair found a very small home that needed lots of TLC and settled in, his mother finding a second job just to keep them afloat. Mason would never have thought that he grew up poor, his mother made sure of that. There was always food on the table and presents on birthdays and Christmas and Mason never questioned it until he got old enough to understand.
Once he could, Mason took a job as a bus boy at a local diner and tried to help his mom out as much as he could. When Mason wasn’t working, he would be studying hard at school or exploring areas around the town he had grown up in. He eventually found a stray dog who he named Luke and he brought him home after stopping by the vets office to ensure his health. With a promise to pay them back later, he got his new friend home from the vet and begged his mother to let him keep the pup. Luke in turn inspired Mason to want to work with animals for his career and he fell in love with the idea of becoming a veterinarian.
Once he turned 18 and graduated high school, he applied to college and went through school to become a vet. He missed home but he found peace in the work he was doing. After eight long years of school, he finally earned his degree and started work. He had his own practice in Manhattan and everything was going well. Things were going well and his practice was very successful until one day he had come home to find a baby at his doorstep with CPS standing there, telling him that the baby was his and the mom had signed her rights away. He was stunned at the news but took things in stride, not wanting to let his son go into the system. From then all, it has always been just the two of them, too busy with work and with August for dating. Things were going well until he received a call to let him know his mother had passed after being struck by a drunk driver. He returned home to bury her and has moved back. He sold his practice in Manhatten in order to purchase a home for him and his son. He took a position as a veterinarian at the Riverport Animal Clinic.
