𝐲𝐞𝐬…𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 🥪
REUBEN SHARPE is a TWENTY-NINE year-old JUNIOR LOBBYIST in WASHINGTON, D.C. . They were brought under Richard’s care when they were only THIRTEEN. They are known as THE MISUNDERSTOOD because they are STOIC but also UNRELIABLE. Let’s see what choice they make regarding the fate of Woodrow House.
BASICS !
→ NAME: Reuben Sharpe → NICKNAMES: Ruby, Cap— but don't call him that, Sandwich → AGE / D.O.B.: twenty-9 / september 23rd 1976 → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cis-male / he/him/his → SEXUALITY: too old to be bisexual
LIFESTYLE !
→ CURRENT RESIDENCE: adams morgan, d.c. → FINANCIAL STATUS: doin' okay → DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: frequently | infrequently | maybe → LIKES: a good glass of whiskey, praise, blending in → DISLIKES: golfing, meetings that could be emails, oversharing → STRENGTHS: never overly attached to anything → WEAKNESSES: lacks conviction → STYLE: streetwear preppy
BECOMING A WARD !
Evangeline’s sister Mary-Beth who was thirteen years her senior had wicked conviction and drive. She read chemistry books under the cover of candle light and kicked up a storm when male teachers doubted her ability to perform in male-dominated subjects. Her ambitions got her to Kingsburry College where she made friends with a kindhearted girl in the year above her who reminded her of Evangeline. Mary-Beth and Adelia became fast friends and by extension so did Evangeline. After Amelia’s untimely demise, Mary-Beth still remained close with Richard through medical school. Due to the nature of the company Kingsburry College and their alums kept, Benny Sharpe had no problem cozying up with his wife’s friends. After 12 years in the the senate and two presidents, Benny Sharpe was appointed to the secretary of defence policy office as a bipartisan olive branch. His views on the escalating Gulf war made him amendable to his Republican compatriots. Evangeline felt a growing sense of unease regarding her husband’s late nights at the office and the black SUVs she continually saw. She felt both Benny and Reuben slipping away from her but she chalked the latter up to early ages of teenagedom. The extra stress was threatening to boil over, as she fought with Benedict whenever he was home and circled the drain of paranoia when alone.
In the hot Virginia summer of 1989, Evangeline had left earlier in the morning at the behest of her girlfriends who thought she needed a break. Benedict Sharpe was visited by three men a twelve year old Reuben did not recognize. He had seen this kind of thing before, his dad had a rolodex that could rival the president. They didn’t acknowledge Reuben’s presence upon entry and his father asked him to stay downstairs and away from his office for the duration of their meeting. He nodded silently, knowing this would never be the case. As they talked, Reuben inched closer to the room on his hands and knees as not to make much noise.
There was shouting and hushed bickering, Reuben couldn’t make out any of it even with his face to the carpet runner as he squinted beneath the closed door. Eventually growing bored of whatever diplomacy his father was conducting he returned to their TV room to lay upside down on the couch and watch baseball. Orioles and Angels.
It wasn’t til his father was angrily ushering the men out, red with anger and a glowing cigar did the young boy even remember there were guest. The front door was slammed shut and his father swore every word Reuben wasn’t allowed to say as he stomped back up the stairs and loudly announced he wished not to be disturbed. Reuben did just that. Watching Kirk McCaskill standing at the plate.
He was restless and growing anxious of the silence from his dad’s office. By now he’d be racing up and down the stairs complaining about everyone’s inability to do anything. He made his way back up and knocked on the office door and awaited a response. The silence was eerily long. He twists the knob and saw his father face down on his desk, cigar still burning in his Navy ashtray. He stared for what felt like an eternity before ultimately closing the door and returning downstairs. Something didn’t feel right but what was he to do? He fell asleep on the couch and was only awoken by his mother’s scream.
It was Mary-Beth who expressed her concerns for the safety of her nephew on a hushed phone call to Richard. She phoned and asked if it’d be possible for him to keep Reuben for a few days at most, until she settled things with her younger sister. Evangeline was inconsolable and was sent to a home for women for the foreseeable future. Though Mary-Beth was somewhat willing to take Reuben back despite her schedule— Richard already had a few wards and didn’t mind homing Reuben.
LIFE AS A WARD !
Reuben has bitchy older sibling energy despite the fact he wanted to be accepted so badly. He enjoyed being very woe is me through his time at Woodrow. If Richard was around, he was turning his nose up at everything but with the other wards, he's probably not that bad. Probably spent a lot of time with Chef Pierre just eating his mis en place or bothering Davis while he was groundskeeping.
AESTHETIC
Too good looking for the way he treats himself. Tired glossed over eyes and a general discontentment with existence at any moment. Dried out ballpoint pens, and clammy handshakes. Someone you want to hate but also feel bad for.
EDUCATION !
first year 13-14 home schooled at Woodrow before going to the local co-ed preparatory school McCune (completely fictional but think phillips exeter!). Undergraduate statistics degree at Georgetown (go Hoyas!) and then a graduate degree in public policy most likely ???
EXTRACURRICULARS !
Reuben's only extracurricular was walking the halls and grounds, not particularly good at anything— he much prefered bothering the staff with his ramblings when no one else was around.
THEIR LIFE NOW !
Single, half-broke nearly 30 year old with no prospects. Not very fond of his job— would love the hell out of being a house husband but...will need someone to love him first.



















