Muse’s Name: Craig Tucker
Physical Description: Craig is one of South Park’s longest pencil people. He’s very tall, standing at 6'3" and has a thin, lanky frame. He’s not the type that can gain muscle mass easily and it definitely shows. His black hair is always under the blue chullo hat he’s worn since childhood, the ends of just dusting out from the edges. He’s not fashion knee what so ever so catch him in t-shirts, sweats and hoodies like, always. His grey-blue eyes only dull out his rather boring appearance even further, not that he cares much. Really, its a look he rather likes.
Background: Craig has always been Troubled Youth™ from middle to high school, ditching classes, getting into trouble with teachers, and bullying other students was often what he was in for. He rarely got into any “real trouble” with the police, but it did happen once or twice, mostly due to the people who dragged him in more deep then he’d like to go. Craig had gotten his act together in 11th-12th year, took education more seriously and tried harder. He had to once he realized what he wanted to do with his life.
He’s hoping better grades will lead him to aerospace engineering. Being a NASA engineer is the end goal for him.
Personality: Craig has always been a stoic guy. He has trouble expressing his emotions, rarely comes off as sympathetic and is rude and blunt with everything he says. A lot of people assume there’s ‘something wrong with him’ like BPD or anything along other personality disordered, but he is perfectly healthy in the mental case. He’s just… kinda a dick, really. He only really expresses that concern and sympathy towards those he cares about, sometimes its him who hurts them and its too late when he notices.
Notable traits about Craig is that he somehow always manages to keep his cool. He’s always so calm, never panicking, expressing too much happiness or losing his control over emotions at all.
- Hates the dentist’s and never got braces to fix up those “messed up teeth.” [Quote; Cartman] He refuses to get braces still. It’s mainly his bottom row of teeth that’s crooked + light tooth gap between front two teeth.
- His biological mother was Peruvian. He speaks no Spanish. Thomas was in a previous marriage which was broken off early when Craig was just one and Craig views Laura Tucker as his real mom for raising him.
- Still wishes he could be a spaceman, but the childhood dream has come crashing down due to the reality of life. It’s just not going to happen. BUT, he wants to be an engineer for NASA once he’s done with his schooling. Or at least work his way up there and maybe accomplish his dream.
- Craig still wears his blue chullo hat to this day. Not gonna take it off. He loves the thing. Laura made it for him when he was a kid one year where they had bad money struggles and it’s always been a staple for him since then.
- He’s a bit of a sci-fi nerd, weeb and gaymer, but no one really knows that bit of him. It’s not a hobby the guy talks about a lot. Naruto is #1, its his ninja way to live by it.
[This is old af and from another group so forgive me lmao.]
Craig finds himself standing in the middle of a spotlight on a stage in front of a large audience. ‘Just give a speech about something you find offensive!’ they said, ‘it’ll be easy!’ they said… Craig hardly finds anything offensive at all. What the hell was he suppose to go on a rant about in front of all these people? It took him weeks to think of anything to give a speech about, and in the end he couldn’t even come up with a good one.
Well, he doesn’t give a shit enough to find anything offensive. So what could the people who care too much find offensive? “Uh.” Craig coughed, clearing his throat, only making the silence about 1000 times more uncomfortable. “So… how about those… Taxes.” ‘Are taxes offensive? Fucking Christ… Just put me out of my suffering.’
Suddenly, the crowd is cheering.
What the fuck is happening. Do people honestly get offended by taxes? Craig wears a ghost of a grin, continuing his speech; “Right. Yeah, and… those damn immigrant right?”
'The average idiot white red neck hates immigrants right?’ Craig thought to himself, a bit of optimism in his mind.
Now the crowd is silent again. A lot of them looked shocked, and a lot more, pissed the hell off.
“Ugh, fuck you guys, I’m out.” Craig drops his microphone, the loud screech of it falling echoes through the room as the tall male walks off stage, both middle finger waved in the faces of the people. He’s not some shitty people pleaser, this crowd can suck his balls.
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