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Casey Deidrick as Colton Donavan in Driven Season 1 Episode 5

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Jeremy Lincoln

DATE OF BIRTH: April 25, 1987

AGE: 33

BIRTHPLACE: Fordbay, British Columbia

GENDER: Cis male

PRONOUNS: He/him

OCCUPATION: Owner of Fish’N’Chadwick

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Old Port

FACE CLAIM: Casey Deidrick

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, heart disease

For Jeremy Lincoln he’d found that life was equally simple as it was complicated. He grew up the oldest of four children in a blue collar household. Something that he’s very proud of to this day, something that comes from beyond honoring his father and the legacy he left behind. It may have been the only way of life he really knew but in his heart and soul Jeremy also knew that he needed nothing more. His father, Harrison, or Harry for short, was a second generation fisherman and had both used that to support and supply a business that was a seed his wife, and Jeremy’s mother, had planted in his ear. To take over Harrison’s restaurant, Fish’N’Chadwick. The goal had been more so for the purpose of longevity, to keep her husband safe and their family in tact and whole. Fishing the seas was dangerous with unpredictable weather and fierce competition. She had also wanted to keep Harry home more as the often long excursions out for a haul were brutal to a family, mostly to a woman taking care of four children close in age.

As soon as he could walk Jeremy was practically climbing on his father’s boat, clearly the spitting image of his old man and destined to be following in his footsteps one day. Jeremy was the oldest, then there were two sisters in the middle, and a baby brother rounded out the family in full. It was just that none of them were quite built like he was. Jeremy was always a bit taller and stronger, rangy and sinewy; resilient. He learned to fish and assist his father on the boat before he’d move on from elementary school, only slowing down when he started playing school and community sports like baseball. By this time he hadn’t been missing too much, Harry was hardly out fishing the seas anymore. His dad’s longtime family friend, Chadwick, had been supplying Jeremy’s grandfather’s restaurant for some time and it was an arrangement that continued when it was time for Harry to take over Fish’N’Chadwick. He couldn’t help himself and still went out to fish when he could get away with it but ownership changed hands and the family transitioned into the bustle of running an establishment that had become a staple in Old Town.

What Jeremy had understood from life was that it was hard work. He grew up helping his mother with his younger siblings, fishing with his dad, juggling school and sports, and then helping out at the grill most evenings. Somehow, none of that stopped Jeremy from being a teenager ripping around town with experimental alcohol in his veins with his friends and teammates. In fact, as mannered as he could be he also had a reputation for being a rowdy teenager. Some part of him was rebelling from the structure and boundaries, from the non-stop working schedule, and an intense need for freedom and independence. That was obtained upon graduation from high school and entry into college. It put a little distance between himself and his family and the discipline that entailed and his first couple of years at university were wild. Too many nights out partying and getting into trouble, worrying his parents with coming up with bail money, and inking tattoos on his body. He had a baseball scholarship, couldn’t care less about academics, and began thinking if he could be good enough to go pro then his family would never have to worry about money ever again.

Sometimes dreams and hopes go up in smoke and that’s exactly what happened to Jeremy when his father met an untimely death. Harrison had had an accident when out fishing, getting caught up in a bad storm that destroyed his boat and left him out to sea. Coast guard search and rescue performed search after search but Jeremy’s father’s body was never found. It devastated the family, perhaps even the close-knit Old Town community. Jeremy never noticed that, too focused on his and his family’s grief and worrying about staying afloat. On the verge of graduating and MLB knocking on his door, he dropped out of university and went home to take over the grill. The family pulled together to run Fish’N’Chadwick, ownership was transferred to Jeremy per his father’s will request and he’s been working the establishment since.

It could be said that a couple of years following his father’s death that his mother died of a broken heart, but the clinical and official ruling for cause of death was heart disease. Feeling more alone than ever, doing his best to keep the ledger of the grill in green and footing the bill of his siblings everything became distant. Eventually it was too late, he’d been gone from the sport too long and his fate was sealed to follow almost exactly in his old man’s footsteps. So, he raised his younger siblings, helped them get into university, and somewhere found a few extra bits of cash to buy a fishing boat. Whatever free time he finds himself with he tinkers away on it, fixing it up and taking it out on short trips. At 33 he finds himself feeling old and weathered but content in that this was the way life was supposed to be.

WRITTEN BY: Christie, 23, She/Her, PST

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Olha quem acaba de comprar seu ingresso para o parque de diversões Delphic! Ele mesmo, 𝙎𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙀𝙇 𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄, uma NEPHILIM que aparenta 32 ANOS. É de conhecimento geral que ele atua como PROFESSOR DE HISTÓRIA CONTEMPORÂNEA  na Universidade St. Patricks. Os mais próximos dizem que ele pode se mostrar impaciente e protetor, mas o mais engraçado é a semelhança incrível com CASEY DEIDRICK.

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Nascido em 1895, em Florença, no antigo Reino da Itália. Era um mundo completamente diferente, problemas extremamente distintos dos atuais, alguns diriam até que eram tempos selvagens, que antecederam a primeira grande guerra mundial. Samael cresceu em meio a um país e continente totalmente instável. Sua mãe e seus avós foram os únicos parentes que teve desde seu nascimento, único laço sanguíneo que alguém poderia constatar. Agora pare por um momento e imagine. Uma mãe solteira no final do século XIX, nada fácil como imagina.

Sua família nunca foi muito abastada, mas jamais deixou faltar um alimento sequer na mesa de casa. Domingos acalorados com a família, Sam, como era chamado pelos mais próximos, sempre se mostrou um jovem muito prestativo, mesmo com pouca idade. Era um garoto como todos os outros, nada de especial, nem para o bem, muito menos para o mal. Um clássico jovem do começo do século passado, claramente muito bem doutrinado pelo avô, vivia praticamente como uma cópia em miniatura do mais velho.

Mas os tempos passavam rápido e em 1914 a tão temida Primeira Guerra Mundial deu o ar da graça, fazendo com que todos os garotos saudáveis fossem chamados para servir na linha de frente deste embate, caso necessário. Samael havia acabado de completar seus 19 anos, aparentemente uma idade normal, pela qual todos passaram ou passarão em suas vidas, mas não era tão simples assim com o jovem. Sentia seu corpo estranho, coisas estavam acontecendo por toda sua extensão, dores e mais dores inicialmente, entretanto não durou muito e todo o segredo guardado pela progenitora veio a tona, dias antes de embarcar para a guerra, ele não era um simples homem, tinha em seu sangue os genes de um anjo caído e, inclusive, seu próprio nome foi escolhido pelo mesmo. Samael, assim como canonicamente chamava Lúcifer, em seus tempos áureos.

Na realidade, nada disso importaria por enquanto, já que longos anos estavam em seu caminho, lutando pelas forças dos aliados, ao lado de todo o exército italiano e aliados, de 1915 a 1918. Para um verdadeiro garoto, que jamais havia tocado em armas, ou sequer fazia ideia do que estava fazendo no campo de batalha, voltou inteiramente vivo e um outro homem daquele conflito. Tornou-se bastante recluso nos primeiros anos pós-guerra, até voltar a ser um pouco do jovem que era antes de ser obrigado a partir. Mas algo o chamava, quase como o cheiro de um prato delicioso de comida, seguiu aquele “cheiro” até o outro lado do oceano, aterrisando em uma cidadezinha americana chamada Coldwater e lá, tudo virou de cabeça para baixo de uma vez por todas. Aquele era seu mundo, se é que tinha um mundo para si.

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