HUNTER THOMAS –
Birthdate: July 14th, 1989 ( 29 ) Gender and Pronouns: Male, he/him Hometown: New York, New York Neighborhood: Kingsbridge, The Bronx Occupation: Third Year Surgical Resident Faceclaim: Theo James Trigger Warnings: Drugs, Prostitution.
BIOGRAPHY –
There was something about the way the air tasted different to the privileged. It was coined to be more crisp, it was filtered a different way. Of course, that was all just a figment of Hunter Thomas’ imagination but no one could ever tell him differently. It was something about the way the silver spoon had always dangled from his mouth. From a young age, he always knew something about him was better than everyone else. He remembered his first day of school vividly. That morning, his driver, Jake, had taken him to get his morning pancakes in Midtown. They were blueberry and oats like always, with strawberry preserves. His next step was going to school. Hunter had spent days picking out the right outfit. He’d ended up with a three-piece suit, minus the jacket. He liked it he looked suave. His father had warned him that it might not go over well with the rest of the kids, but Hunter ignored his father’s wisdom, and went anyways. He wanted to put his best food forward, and that was how he was going to do it. Of course his father was right. Every kid that set eyes on the boy picked fun at his outfit. They had him in tears at lunch, and by two when school was done—he was the first kid out the door, running towards Jake. In the back of the black sedan, he almost immediately began crying. He didn’t know what that felt like. He was at the top, and immediately he was shot to the bottom. The boy didn’t like the feeling; he never wanted to feel that way again. So as soon as he got back to his house, after a bowl of feel better ice cream him and his mother went out and redefined his wardrobe.
The next day, he was dressed like everyone else, but instead of being teased for half a suit, he was teased for trying to hard. Hunter felt like no matter what he did, he couldn’t win. But, with some stroke of luck, but the end of the day, one person was willing to sit next to him. He didn’t know if it was because his teacher felt bad for him, or if he was actual friendship, but on that day, he met Sam White, and they were together from then for the rest of their lives. Whether it was starting club soccer, or cheating the score in tennis, they were conjoined at the hip. And it would remain that way the pair’s entire high school career. When one didn’t study, the other would be the answer sheet, when one got turned down by a girl, the other would cancel plans and they would go and terrorize the country club, forgetting how to properly play golf for the weekend. When one family would go on a vacation, they would take the other boy too. They said it took a village, and for those two boys, it was true. When Hunter got into Yale, Jake got in to Princeton. It would be the first segment of the pair’s lives that they would ever actually spend any time apart. Without the other boy, he had to finally to find his own feet, and his own way.
A year into university, and his parents told him he was going to be a big brother. The news came form left field. He had been an only child his whole life, and when he left they were suddenly pregnant? Either they were extremely happy he had left and were throwing big parties every single day, or they wanted to start over with a new child when the other one left. Eight more weeks, and they found out it was twins. Twin girls. Almost instantaneously he was jealous. They would have a support system, a sibling, someone to share the struggles of life with, when he had to search for that, but they wouldn’t have to. It wasn’t until years later, and multiple family vacations and holidays missed that his father explained to him that the girls were an accident. They didn’t want a new family without him. That made the boy feel better and he returned going home every once in awhile, but still wasn’t a huge part of their lives. He had his own life now, one he needed to grow, and venture out on his own. He needed his own path. Hunter didn’t realize he wanted to be doctor until his third year of University. He had changed his major four times, before finally deciding to stick with Biochemistry. With that as the root he could do a lot with it. He could teach university in another country, become a doctor, join Doctors Without Borders—the possibilities were endless. He had in an elective humanities class when he decided he wanted to help people who had gotten themselves in a rough spot. He had never been in one, so he couldn’t know by experience, but he could help others.
Medical School and Doctors Without Borders, a good plan for anyone. Applying and getting in was a process. So many background checks and essays, he didn’t know what free time was. But it was worth it when he got the letter he was accepted into the Eastern Caribbean program. He would be healing kids is a shack fancied as a hospital without AC and he had never been more excited. Of course he was leaving his family, his country, everything—but it was worth it. All of this was worth it. Teenage Hunter would have shot down the idea. He wouldn’t be caught dead without shoes. Adult Hunter had a sparkle in his eye. Now with a sponsor for Medical School, it couldn’t have come quick enough. What felt like two minutes after getting accepted into the program, everything changed. A call from his father, and his world was turned upside down. It was time to submit the funds for his first year, and suddenly there were no funds. His father had made a bad deal, invested money unwisely, and suddenly there was none. He didn’t have money to go anywhere, and it was looking like he might not ever again. Cut off, and he hadn’t even done anything wrong. The boy hadn’t wanted a day in his life, the silver spoon he was born with always sort of just hung there, and now he was wanting. He didn’t save money. He didn’t know how. He had his trust fund, but his dad kept hinting like maybe even that wouldn’t be his for long. He had four years of Medical School and no way to pay for it.
Instead of doing what a normal person would, take out a loan or anything else, he did what his brain told him to do, drop out. He could get a job, make some money then go back. It wasn’t forever, or at least that’s what he told himself. New York golden boy was crumbling before his own eyes, and he couldn’t stop the downward spiral. It was a few months before his prepaid rent finally ran out, and the boy was homeless, so he went to his first instinct, his friends. He had a few, and they were kind enough to help him stay, but they didn’t want any part of him. He was working as a cook, and that wasn’t the social bump that any of them wanted. He only lasted a few weeks there before he left. Their lifestyles were so drastically different they had nothing in common anymore. Nothing to talk about, commiserate about, and the only nice thing Hunter had left to his name was his car, and it spent most of it’s time in the driveway. Moving from there, he moved in with a friend from work. What he thought would be hard was suddenly easier than he realized. He found common ground, even with his fancy car, and well, the guy smoked a lot of weed and that never hurt. Cannabis to numb what he thought was a painful existence was just the thing he needed, until he got more interested in the whole system. He wanted to know how it worked, how people stayed on honest, and well, everything. He wanted to know everything. He had never been interested in drugs before, but now the schematic of the business intrigued him. Hunter found his way to parties, where he would meet new people who turned out to be well different. Women he’d never take a second glance at, he now didn’t care. He had no self respect at this point, why not sink a little lower.
You’d think smoking and drinking every night would start to wear on a person, in more ways than one. But it didn’t for Hunter. It helped him forget, and other people were paying for his drinks, hell, other people were paying for the drugs, so why not. Anything to dull the present, and get him out of his mind was good for him. It was a while before he started to figure out the older women that were paying for his drinks would pay for more than that. An embarrassing amount of time really, or on the other hand, the standard amount of time for a once well off boy to lose all dignity. They’d pay for sex, and if he was good at anything it was that. They’d pay for his company, they’d pay for his time, and soon enough he had a little scheme running, and maybe he could make enough money to find his way back to his old life, the one his father had taken away. Well into a year later, things were looking up. While, his love life, if you could call it that, was more complicated than he wanted it to be, juggling way more than he should have been, he was stockpiling money. He made it a point not to pay for anything. He didn’t pay for food, clothes, rent– nothing. If he had to buy it he just went without. It was easier that way, and it got him to where he wanted to be quicker.
Sneaking in and out of houses should have been fun. Going by the dead of night, or when husbands were on vacation or work. Pretending to be the pool boy, only to know nothing about cleaning pools other than raking the leaves out of water. For anyone else it might have been, for someone who depending on not being caught for an income source, not so much. Hunter realized he was flying too close to the sun the moment he missed his time window and instead of sneaking, he was being chased out with a gun. That was the day he finally stopped. Cutting his losses however, was anything but that. Saving every time, he’d saved enough to go back to med school, enough to finally get his life back, leaving his past behind him was something he was more than keen to do. A letter of inquiry back to the Med School he’d dropped out of, and a bartending job for the time it took hear back, he finally felt good. He no longer felt dirty or like he was somebody’s secret. He was finally himself. Hunter was finally back living on his own, the only thing reminiscent from what felt like his past life was the car he drove. He’d bought it himself and he couldn’t find it himself to get rid of it, and he probably never would, not at this point. He wasn’t low anymore, he wasn’t hurting for money, he had a new leaf, hell a new tree, and nothing was going to stand in his way, not anymore.
PERSONALITY –
( + ) charming, intelligent, loyal. ( - ) manipulative, seductive, weak willed.
