WARREN PEARCE
— of course I’m dangerous.
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of shit. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality?
STATS ● BIOGRAPHY ● WANTED
Warren Pearce, 49, Forest Lake, Private investigator & tracker
From Magnolia, TX, bisexual, arrived roughly 11 years ago
Cis man, he/him, divorced, father of 1 girl
&. — the story.
military tw, mentions of war tw, drug abuse tw, alcohol abuse tw, infidelity tw, allusions to violence tw, death tw
Sometimes the world wants too much, asks too much, and expects you to remain grateful despite how much it's taken.
Perhaps the life he'd had in Texas had been far too good to be true, and maybe God was a jealous all father and couldn't take not being first in Warren Pearce's life. He'd come from a good family with solid values, something akin to what you'd find in a novel that romanticized southern folk with their generosity and hospitality. Every Sunday he'd go to church and listen to his pastor preach on about the best ways to go on about life, he learned how to trust in the holy spirit through those sermons and from those bible schools he'd never given his parents a fuss about. In school he excelled in his academics and in the sports area, had even become somewhat famous across the grand state. A hero for the records he'd set in a land where football saddled up right alongside your faith.
It wouldn't be his only brush with glory. Warren, in the military, went off to war and fought for the country he'd believed in. His heart beat the red, white, and blue. The foundations and principles of his country were worth the blood and tears, his fellow citizens were deserved all their rights. Somehow Warren was something of a storybook figure, one of those types that would go on to become legend for their character and courage. He never once stopped standing up for what was right and stood behind each of his beliefs. Honor your god, love your family, and be a good neighbor. When that time expired in the armed forces, he'd gone back home to Texas as a lionheart. He married his high school sweetheart, finally, and became a man of the cloth.
With God and righteousness in his heart Warren was the true definition of what it was to be a pastor. Genuine care and support for his congregation was his life path from the military on, he'd seen the worst and wanted nothing less than showing the light to all that would listen. Life had only gotten sweeter when he and his wife had welcomed a daughter into the world, a baby he cherished more than anything. It felt nothing shy of absolute fulfillment when it came to his life's purpose in being a father. Though with so much good in his life, so much happiness, the energy shifted and the world began to take back everything it gave to Warren.
Minor disagreements with his wife turned into fights. Never had he been able to figure what they were about, just was only able to understand that they couldn't be agreeable on anything anymore. It was a few weeks after he'd found out about his wife's affair that the worst would happen. Intoxicated by alcohol, doing the worst in numbing himself from the nosedive his life had been taking, Warren went to back the car out of the garage and there was a horrific accident in the driveway. One that his insides have never stopped screaming about.
A parent should never have to endure burying their child.
Not only had he lost his child due to his own negligence, Warren and his wife had also divorced, there were no way to recover from her betrayal and his crime, but he'd also torn himself away from the God he'd devoted his life to. Depression and copious amounts of drugs that should've killed him had taken over his life. There was nothing after losing his daughter. No power on earth could absolve him from the weight of guilt. All Warren had been able to do was turn that inward and use his fury at the world for something that felt constructive to him. His saving grace having been when a former member of his flock had come to him seeking help. The church wouldn't punish their leader for their sins in the same way that Warren could.
It was no amends, there can be no way to tally up enough to relieve him of what he'd done, but he'd found some purpose again. With his very specific military background, those skills went into use as a private investigator. Warren began tracking down missing people, with a side gig of punishing religious leaders that abused their position and did bad things. For whom he would do even worse. This turn in his life is what had brought him to Blue Harbor some eleven years ago. A location that was small and inconspicuous, away from the life he'd known in Texas. It was somewhere that no one would come to look for him, unless they were in need of his services. And as a man with a mission, Warren prefers to be a nobody nowhere.
&. — wanted connections / plots.
clients that would use his tracking services or need him as a private investigator
the ex-wife — this would be a tough connection to write, she had been having an affair prior to the accident that brought them to lose their daughter. she blamed him and he blames himself, there was really no going back after that. would be interesting if there was a way to heal.
someone that he might have aided in a time of need: being cornered by a mugger in a dark alley, someone picking on them for a fight in a bar, thinking there's an intruder in their house, etc.
anyone that would attempt to befriend him despite the fact that he's not very social
a means to an end type of physical relationship
