Check it out, that's Rhett Sinclair, from one of Windsor Bay's Founding Families. He's been in town less than a year, but I hear that he's charming and reckless, which I guess works out well for his job as owner of The Corner Pocket. He may work in the farmlands, but he lives downtown - not bad for a 34 year old, right?
nicknames: none yet faceclaim: brandon sklenar gender: cismale pronouns: he/him birth place: olympia, washington birthday: june 18th, 1991 (34) zodiac: gemini MBTI: ENTP, the debater moral alignment: chaotic good sexuality: bisexual relationship status: single languages: english, some russian, german, and chinese
a bastard son from a family history's tried to erase, rhett doesn't know the truth from the lies when it comes to his family's story and he likes it that way. if no one knows what to expect, then they can never predict you. wild, rambunctious, and always causing trouble, rhett was the cause for several calls from school, usually because of trying to put himself in the middle of things he had no business being in. he thought he should be important, thought that he could be part of something big, that he could be just as smart and fast as the older kids. was it ego or underdog determination? he would never tell you the truth. maybe he didn't even know, lost without a sense of identity from the very beginning, unsure of who he was, who he should be, and who he was expected to be. he wanted to love his mother, but felt like a weight to her. he wanted to be loved by his father, but felt like a glossed over accident. mommy issues, daddy issues, big deal. part of life, isn't it? at seventeen, just a few months before graduating high school, he took off on the road with a beat up motorcycle and no set destination. he'd send back post cards, but only when he was already on his way out of town. he managed to get his ged at some point, sticking around in one place long enough to work on himself as well as get into some trouble. he finally got that diploma, but he also earned his first arrest. he was bailed out, charges dropped, and he didn't examine it too closely, just hit the road again. he made friends, he left them. he broke a few hearts, and if his ever ended up fractured, he didn't talk about it. he just kept running and going, making his way around by picking up small jobs and questionable contacts. but even rhett's luck couldn't last forever. he screwed up, he ended up in trouble, and this time the trouble came with a price tag. things were eventually smoothed over, but this time when rhett disappeared, he showed up in the one place he'd always avoided - windsor bay.
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