Heya! I wanted to share this guy for a while now since he's been infecting my mind. This reference sheet may be changed or updated later when I get a better understanding of him. If anyone's interested in knowing more about him, please do ask cause I love to share.
Name: Luis Fernández
Age: 34yo; Born in 1955 & Died in 1989
Gender: Cis Male; Uses He/Him
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 304lbs
Sexuality: Bisexual
Moral Alignment: True Neutral
Job: Works at the Ccc, Higher leveled employee
Ethnicity: Dominican, Caribbean & Egyptian
Appearance:
● Tight coily hair. Naturally black hair on the cusp of a rich purple color.
● Black eyes. Wide oval shape.
● Full, two toned lips.
● Dark brown skin with freckles. Plenty of scars littered all over himself due to his high stake job. Does have stretch marks across his stomach, chest, thighs, arms, and etc.
● Body type is apple/barrel. A big guy. Muscles under the fat.
Fun Facts
○ Ex Of Choc Kinsley. One of Choc's most serious, stable and healthier relationships. Though it was still fraught with issues
●Comes from a big family of five siblings and is the middle ‘forgotten’ child
● Undiagnosed autism.
● An ambivert. A soft, kind hearted social butterfly everyone loved but had struggled to make and keep strong connections
● Was best friends with Bill Bullet for many years, since they'd first joined the job as newbies together
● Tragically he was killed during a chaos assessment job that had went awry by a mysteriously unforeseeable being nobody anticipated
My current writing project I'm working on and I'm so eager to show you when it's done. It's another Choc centered piece though it's more lore centered and in the pov of another character, Luis Fernández, a new oc of mines who plays a big part in Choc's life.
So down below is a little blurb of the project to give you'll a feel of what it's going to be about.
“Luis?” A smooth voice, not deep or high pitched, an even middle, called over the mind fog. Its calm tone draws him to reality.
“O-Oh? Here.Y-Yes, that's me”
In a sudden the pit in his stomach drops when he turns to take a glance and what's expected at first so lowly blows him out the water.
They're taller than him by a couple inches at most. Majorly all leg, long, slender legs in smooth black pants hugging them very well. It reached mid way upwards their waist, held by a thin golden belt with a shiny closed eye medallion. Curiosity did get the better of him, taking immersed glances at the soft designer colored a pale yellow shirt, the metal buttons on top are left open. Purposefully. Bare chest on display, free from any unwanted blemishes and warmly sun-kissed with a light peppering of freckles. They're built lean, more were they an athletic runner rather than some jacked up bodybuilder.
“Hey. I get it. I look amazing. But my eyes are up here”
Heat rises to his face, sweet pooling from his temples, the pit grows double in weight to the point he's almost grown sick.
“I. I'm sorry. Didn't mean t-” He blabbers on, apologetically.
“Joking with you” They snicker, tugging closed the jacket they wore. “I'm shocked you called me”
A shock for them both. Luis tensely swallowed his nerve, spinning the digits clockwise on his phone, hearing the ring three times. His grace period since he half hoped it would leave him on a voicemail.
Anything to call it quits.
No, it rang a fourth then it clicked, someone is on the line.
“Yeah… Me too”
The mild cackling on the phone distracted him enough to reluctantly agree for their upcoming meetup. Again their voice, richly decadent, for unknown reasons soothed the anxious ache in his gut and the heat in his chest.
Whether he would call his an actual date was up in the air, then arranged and so here they are in person.
Finally he focused his attention through clean, focused lenses, not wet with drunken tears. It was what he saw that hit him, doing his best to not gape.
They're really good looking, like a model who should be gracing magazines then spend the day with him. Far too good, definitely way out his league.
A slim face, high cheekbones, a pointed nose that's a smidgen crooked and slightly thin bow shaped lips smirk playfully. Then down turned, hooded eyes reminded him of the blazing sun, stared him down. Fluffy brown hair was tamed and the roots retouched, pulled up in a loose ponytail.
“So. About last time” Luis started, uncertain of the topic he was playing at hand.
“That's what I called you about” Nervous Luis nods along. “I had fun, lots and I want to see if you would be interested if we kept in contact. I would like to know more of you”
A knowing look stares down at him, as pearly white teeth nibble at their bottom lip. Then his gaze snaps towards the delicate hands laying on his chest. Nimble fingers trailed across the shirt collar, curiously it wanted to crawl inside and get a proper feel of him.
The connotations are stated blatantly obvious it should've put him off.
It was intense, intimate, anyone would jump at a moment's notice, pay no mind. Yet it doesn't settle well for him.
This wasn't what he’s looking for and wants in a relationship. He knows it, so wants them to know. “Stop, please. Can we talk about this”
Soft touches stopped then, pulling away, they pouted, as if saying no is ridiculous.
“I'm sorry, really am. Looking for something serious. I don't regret the night we shared. I like it. A lot. I'm just not keenly interested in what you're offering alone. However I hope we could still get to know each other”
They huffed, arms crossed. He thought it was cute as it is irritating, “Well then what do you want?”
“Simple, really. I want to know more about you then that night. As a person, you seem nice”
“Get to know me? Why?” Whiplashed, they almost sounded genuine, tired, and frankly suspicious.
“It can't be that absurd? That's how any sort of relationship starts, isn’t it?”
Should it? Despite their beginning in the stall of a club bathroom. Where any resemblance to dignity was thrown out the window beside their heads as they got busy, mouthing at one another. Or that he was reluctant to call them in the first place. Both using the other person for their own selfish, deprived gain.
Otherwise he wasn't a total classless asshole, disregarding their feelings. Anyways it's good to start somewhere.
“And this is going to sound bad. Really awful. I didn't even get your name the last time we met at that club”
By the ashamedly asked question, somewhat amused, they snorted, “Chuck”
Although I guess this also contains trev lore-? If you look into it of course-
So- lore/meme ig-?
Also ps. Don’t feel sympathy for trev this man is a overall horrible human being I just thought this fit in with his lore-
Oh! Also I won’t be tagging the other character featured here, think it’ll be fun for you all to theorises who it is (least for those who don’t know, because I know leaky and Byber do.), I’ll give you a hint tho-, you HAVE seen them before. ;3))
