name: forrest mcleod age: thirty-five pronouns: he/him birthday: july 24th zodiac: leo sun, aires rising, taurus moon sexuality: homosexual hometown: aviemore, scotland previous occupation: right winger for arsenal fc in the premier league current occupation: personal trainer for the haus time at haus: one week
+ traits: passionate, determined, strong-willed, charismatic, charming - traits: brash, unintelligent, clumsy, gullible, impulsive likes: football, summer nights, the smell of the ocean, war films, grime and hiphop, sleeping in, ryan reynolds. dislikes: classical music, early mornings, scruffy beards, autumn weather, cats, exotic food, tottenham hotspurs.
kinks: power play, romantic, pain play anti-kinks: bathroom play, infantilism, daddy kink position: versatile
as a kid, all he ever wanted was to be a footballer. growing up in a small town in the scottish highlands, there wasn't much else to do except kick around a ball and forrest was forever glued to the television screen to watch the latest games. though he knew he should support a scottish team, it was a north london squad - arsenal - that captured his heart. the premier league was exactly where he wanted to be; the life of a footballer seemed so glamourous with the money, the cars, the abundance of free shit. and of course, the game itself.
he was part of a local football team as a kid, working his way through the ranks until he was scouted by his dream club's academy. suddenly, the small town scottish boy was thrown in amongst some of the world's best up and coming players. initially he believed himself to be a defender, but the academy saw his potential in midfield as a right winger and by twenty-five years old he was one of arsenal's starting eleven.
forrest quickly grew in both fame and fortune, though the club had its struggles, he was grateful to be part of a family that adored each other and he saw his teammates as his brothers above anything else. he held a secret close to his chest, however. in the premier league, it's known for there being no openly gay players - forrest was certain he wasn't the only one, it was impossible statistically, but the risk of losing his career by outing himself just simply wasn't worth it. so, he lived in secret. he got into relationships with women to diminish any possibility of rumours and for a while, he convinced himself he could be happy with this lifestyle.
unfortunately, at the age of thirty, forrest suffered an injury during a match against club rivals, tottenham. a poorly executed slide tackle displaced his knee and he was quickly rushed into surgery and extensive physiotherapy. for two years, he tried his hardest to get back out on the pitch. it was already a risk, his age meant that he was struggling to keep up with the teenagers up and coming on the scene, but he was also slower to recover from the injury. there were games where he didn't even make it to the bench and though it broke his heart, by thirty-two it was time to retire and say goodbye to the thing he loved most.
left without any clue of where to go next (becoming a manager or pundit just didn't feel right), forrest quickly spiralled into blowing his enormous pay-out on drink, drugs, and eventually fell into the world of gambling. within a year he'd gone from earning thousands every week to owing millions of pounds in debt. forrest realised he'd gone too far too late, thus when a friend of a friend recommend the haus of perses and a chance to earn a decent wage whilst also exploring his sexuality, he simply jumped at the chance. forrest kept himself clean to ensure he would be accepted, and soon found himself packing his bags to start a new life as a personal trainer within the haus.