ride the wave.

Wesley Kaleo Maddox. Forty-one. Owner & tattoo artist at Scorpion Studios. Neutral.

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📱 Cliff & Wesley

Cliff: YOU DON'T GET TO BE FUCKING MAD AT ME RIGHT NOW WES

Wesley: i don't get to be mad because you aren't telling me something. but you get to be mad for god knows what reason?

Wesley: seems fair 🙄

Wesley: cliff you're being fucking childish. grow the fuck up.

Wesley: or at least grow a pair, man up and tell me what the fuck's up.

Wesley: my patience is hanging by a thin thread right now.

Wesley: tread lightly, kilman.

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📱 Cliff & Wesley

Cliff: don't pretend you don't know man

Wesley: know what cliff?

Wesley: don't fucking play games with me.

Wesley: just come out and say what the fuck crawled up your ass and died there?

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📱 Cliff & Wesley

Cliff: fuck off man

Cliff: i'm still mad at you

Wesley: wait...

Wesley: mad at me? what for?

Wesley: doing you a solid by telling you that whatever girl you fucked last night, might not be too happy if you didn't text her?

Wesley: or because i have a killer smile and you're secretly jealous?

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📱 Cliff & Wesley

Cliff: last night was pretty fun

Cliff: maybe we can do it again sometime ;)

Wesley: what poor unsuspecting girl did you lure into bed this time?

Wesley: and i bet she's not going to want a repeat performance if you don't text her the next day, but instead text your childhood friend.

Wesley: i think she might get the idea you swing for the other team if she finds out about this.

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FEATURING AMELIA TAYLOR

tagging:  @wesley-maddox​  ! date:   feb. 14th   (  valentine’s  event  ) location:an hour or two at the dinner party.

             ‘  are  you  here  with  a  date ?  ’   and  she  hopes  she  doesn’t  come  off  as  desperate  ,   for  she’s  not  trying  to  hit  on  him !  not  right  now  ,   anyways  .   but  amelia’s  always  been  comfortable  around  wesley  ,   enough  to  be  fairly  loose-lipped  without  the  intoxication  of  alcohol   (  though  she’s  had  a  few  drinks  herself  already  )  and  be  honest  .    ‘  because  if  not  ,   i’m  kidnapping  you  for  the  night  .   i  have  a  feeling  edith’s  gonna  be  …  getting  busy  ,   and  i  personally  need  an  excuse  to  get  her  out  of  the  house  .  ’   places  her  hand  on  her  chest  .    ‘  i  just  don’t  need  that  in  my  life  right  now  ,   you  know ?  ’  

Wesley had in fact come with a date, but not in the way people might think. He’d arrived with Lena, who was like a little sister to him and not too long ago, he had taken her home. He’d simply come back due to having forgotten his phone somewhere near the bar. “I was here with Lena, but was just about to head out actually.” He admits. At times he likes to let loose, get drunk and have a ball but tonight’s not that night, as he had to be on alert for Lena’s sake. A small laughter escapes him and the man shrugs, “So what did you have in mind?” He asks and tilts his head to the side. Amelia’s always been a good friend and he’s not about to bail on her when she wants to do something. 

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FEATURING LENA MARTINEZ

location: outside of town hall

date: sunday, feb 14th

with: wesley maddox

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her stomach was practically in knots and she had yet to stop fidgeting. lena was just incredibly happy that she wasn’t pacing. even if it had been months there was still a sense of dread every single time she neared town hall. even walking by it was enough to cause her to feel nervous. that was the reason that she had reached out to wesley in order to ask him to be her date for the evening. he was one of the people that she trusted the most. there was no way she wanted to go inside without him by her side. a wave of relief hit the moment that she spotted him and she hoped that she didn’t look half as bad as she felt. a smile found it’s way onto her face as he neared,” have i told you that you are my favorite person?” she was reaching to brush a few strands of her hair out of her face,” thank you again for doing this, i almost offered to take a shift at the hospital but i knew i needed to do this sooner rather than later.” 

Wesley knew how much Lena had dreaded going back to town hall, so of course he’d agreed to be her date when she had asked. What he hadn’t expected was for him to be late, due to an emergency at the shop. He took long strides towards the woman when he finally approached town hall, happy she wasn’t angry with him for arriving late at an event she didn’t particularly want to attend. “And you’re mine. But that worried look you were sporting, not ten seconds ago, has got to go. C’mon. We’re going to go in, mingle and have a few drinks and you will be back home safe and sound before too long.” Wesley was well aware of what she’d gone through was traumatic in every way, but he was also a big believer in facing your fears instead of running the other way. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, and then reached down to place his hand on the small of her back “That’s my girl. Facing your fears is always the best course of action.” With the hand on her back, Wesley begun guiding the woman towards the entrance, hoping she’d be able to follow through. 

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FEATURING NIKKI STEVENS

location: sweet escapes stall

date: february 13

with: wesley maddox

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She never needed an excuse to eat delicious food and so it was not surpising that Nikki spent quite a long time in front of the Sweet Escapes stall indulging in all the treats they were offering. The treats she already tasted had her doing her happy dance and she wanted more. “Ooh, what’s the cookie flavor you have? Let me have a piece, Wesley. Sharing is caring. Pleaaaase.” She begged, holding out her hand for a piece of his cookie.

He convinced himself that his cookie consumption was a way to support the local community. He’d had three so far and was in the middle of chewing the fourth when Nikki asked him a question, “It’s peanut butter crunch. And you can’t have any.” The man caught himself sounding like a four year old, instead of his forty-something years. He shook his head at himself, “Ugh, okay. You can have a piece, but only if you promise me not to do that happy dance again. You’re embarrassing yourself.” A deep chuckle escaped him as he broke off a piece of cookie and presented it to the younger. 

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FEATURING EMILIANA DUPONT

location: Main street

date: February 13th

status: for @wesley-maddox​

It wasn’t difficult to spot Wes in a crowd, with how tall he was. Plus his long hair helped picking him out of a group. She sat down next to him, a mischievous grin on her lips. “I have an idea.” She saw him about to interject but she held up her hand and quickly continued. “-but you have to listen to it before you say no.” Emily didn’t want a valentine, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find him one. He was single and good looking and there were single women his age in town. It was a no brainer, she’d much rather focus on his love life than her own.  “What’s your type? You know, in women?” 

It wasn’t like Wesley was an unromantic guy, he merely didn’t make much of Valentine’s Day if he didn’t have a woman to share it with. That didn’t stop the man from meandering through Main Street and checking out the stalls, buying bits and bobs in order to support the local community. When Emily suddenly sat down next to him, where he was relaxing with a cup of coffee, he cocked a brow, about to interject when she continued. Clenching his jaw and nodding for her to continue, Wesley had to admit this wasn’t what he was expecting. “My type? Em, don’t go there. You’re pretty and all, but you’re my employee. And way to young for me.” He laughs at his own joke, before shaking his head, “I don’t know. I don’t really have a type.” And it was true. Wesley truly didn’t have a type. It wasn’t like he was a huge ladies man, although the man had had his share of hookups and a girlfriend here and there, but nothing substantial save for his high school sweetheart. “What’s going on in that little head of yours?” He asked her and tilted his head to the side.

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FEATURING EMILIANA DUPONT

The paperwork side of it wasn’t something Emily was too familiar with, but she knew that if she would want to open her own shop one day she’d have to learn what it entailed. She suppose she could’ve asked him, but she wasn’t planning to leave. Sure she often expressed her dream of having her own shop but that was something for the future and not for anytime soon. Emily  felt at home at scorpion, she didn’t want to leave it behind. Paperwork was something she could learn to deal with in a couple of years, now she could focus on becoming a better artist. That took priority. “Not to do it unless I’ve made coffee for you as well. Which I did. What do you say, employee of the month?” Emily grinned, the third cup of coffee was getting to her. When he took the phone and pointed out where she needed to correct things she listened attentively, nodding when he pointed out the spot. He was right, of course. “Thanks. And it’s in the kitchen. Should still be hot I made a second one like ten, fifteen minutes ago.”

Emily was without a doubt one of the more loyal artists Wesley had had through the doors at Scorpion Studios, and he wasn’t planning on letting her go any time soon. The man was well aware of her dreams to one day own and run her own shop and he would teach her everything she needed to know in due time. But for now, he simply enjoyed mentoring and seeing the young artist grow. “Employee of the fucking century.” He muttered without a smile when handing her phone back and begun to shuffle towards the kitchen. “Emily, you’re a godsend, I tell you.” The large man spoke as he got a whiff of the coffee and then poured himself a cup. After taking his first sip, his gruffness begun fading and a hint of smile actually made its way to his lips. “You have any clients coming in today?” He asked and took another sip of the steaming coffee. 

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FEATURING LENA MARTINEZ

lena wasn’t surprised to see wesley at the front desk, working on something. she was just happy that he wasn’t in the middle of a session or doing something else. his reaction to her question made her grin. of course she figured he wouldn’t mind the idea of creating a piece for her. she knew that she wouldn’t go to just anyone for what she was asking. she knew that she wanted to do something about the scar that was a constant reminder of that awful night. she let out a deep breath the moment that he pulled her into a hug, her arms going around him,” you are the best.” she was going to grab herself a cup of coffee as he got settled with his sketch pad. once she had her own cup, she was going to join him and shrugged,” i was thinking you have complete control,” she admitted,” i mean i tried to come up with ideas for it but everything was cliche and i just want to avoid cliche if i can help it.” she was taking a small sip of her own and bit down on her lip,” besides i think it would be awesome to have a wesley maddox original.” 

It was well known that Wesley’s first and greatest love was tattooing. So when a person he cared as deeply for, as he did Lena, came and asked him for a piece he couldn’t decline. Instantly ideas floated around in his head and he put the coffee cup down and begun sketching. When Lena entered again with her own cup of coffee, Wesley was already deep in the zone of ideas. “I don’t do cliche, so don’t worry.” His words came out gruffly, but it was merely due to his concentration. “I hear Wesley Maddox originals are hard to come by these days too, so you’re lucky.” He joked, while never taking his eyes from the sketchpad. He wasn’t nearly done with the sketch, as he flipped it towards Lena and grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip. On the sheet of paper was a roughly drawn black and white bouquet of flowers. “They’re snapdragons.” He begun to explain. Knowing a little something about symbolism here and there, had helped him come up with the idea. “So snapdragons symbolize a lot of things, but strength and grace are some of them. I would make them look realistic with reds, whites and pinks, avoiding black at any cost. Just whites and colors. And the ribbon holding them together could be any color, but I would personally go with green as it’s a color associated with healing.” He explains and looks at Lena knowingly, before he adds, “Plus, I think they look cool, the name’s badass and I know you girls love your flowers.” A chuckle escaped him and he shrugged, pretending he hadn’t just bared his soul through his art to the woman in front of him. 

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FEATURING JAVIER FIGUEROA

Long days were common in Charming, in fact, Javier could have sworn the hours seemed to stretch on for longer than anywhere else. Maybe it was merely because of his job, the inconsistent hours, the late nights, the fact that no day ever lead to the same results, whatever the reason was it left Javier aching for a smoke and more importantly, a drink. He hadn’t drank in years, especially not since his daughter was born but he still liked the atmosphere of a bar. Javier settled himself down in the smokers lounge of La Luna, not getting his cigarettes out quick enough for his liking. “Took you long enough.”  He said through a puff of smoke after catching a familiar face enter from the corner of his eye, the glimpse of a smile curled around the cigarette. @wesley-maddox​

Working his days away, Wesley felt a strong urge to have a drink most nights. The man controlled the urge most days, but meeting up with Javier didn’t take a lot of coaxing, as Wesley was feeling burnt out. There were always people wanting tattoos in Charming and Wesley happily obliged in creating pieces and inking skin; a job he loved. But some days were just worse than others. “Shut up man.” Wes chuckled as he sat down next to the man and lit up a cigarette himself. It was an on and off habit of his, a habit which mostly only came out when he was drinking. So with a glass of beer in hand and a smoke between his index and middle finger, the man was ready to drink himself into oblivion. “How long’ve you been sitting here?” The larger framed man asked, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke linger in his lungs as he settled back into his seat next to Javier.

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FEATURING CLIFF KILMAN

“I mean… I didn’t even lose someone really close to me, but it still stands that this happened on our turf, you know? I don’t know how people can just pretend it never happened,” Cliff muttered. He knew that he probably sounded pissed and that people had their own ways of coping but it all just didn’t sit right with him. Besides, Wesley was one of his best friends in the entire world. If there was one person who saw Cliff acting like a brat and would still love and accept him regardless, it was this teddy bear of a man beside him. “Hey, fuck you, man. I have no doubt in my mind that you will carry me if I get trashed, but I also have no doubt you’d probably just drag me away from this place by my legs and not care if my head hits some table legs on the way out,” Cliff joked, patting the other’s shoulder affectionately. “Some days are just easier than others, man. Some days I could deal with it like the rest of this lot, moving forward and being happy, but some other days, it feels wrong to be when some other people in this town are still reeling from losing loved ones because of people we invited to this town,” he muttered with a shake of his head. “I’m not used to feeling guilty, man, so when it does happen, it kinda sticks,” Cliff honestly said, looking down at the bar top. “I’ll shake it off soon, no doubt. That just won’t happen tonight, I think. Probably gonna put on another tattoo later tonight if I keep drinking, though. Pretty sure it’s gonna be stupid as shit too,” Cliff chuckled.

Wesley nodded his head in agreement as he listened to Cliff speak. “It should be impossible to pretend it never happened, man. Those were lives. People who were apart of the community here in Charming.” He bit down and clenched his jaw, remembering the lives lost. Wesley wasn’t an angry man, but knowing some people just went about their days without paying their respects, irked him. Especially seeing as he’d done God knows how many remembrance tattoos following the shooting. “Hey, if you get so trashed you can’t walk, your head deserves to hit the legs of tables.” He laughed, happy the mood turned just a little. Taking another sip of his drink as Cliff continued to speak, Wesley nodded again. “I get it, man. But the weight isn’t on your shoulders alone.” He thought back to how the club and the gang had invited people into Charming and although Wesley wasn’t apart of either, he had still been affected, “Guilt is horrible man. Won’t do you no good and only eats away at your conscience. It’s gonna stick for a while, I’m sure. But you’ll do the right thing, and hopefully move forward.” Wesley downed the rest of his drink and before Cliff could speak again, he was ordering another drink from the bartender. “Oh, you’re gonna end up talking me into tattooing some chick’s name on your butt, aren’t you?” He asked and a laughter rumbled in his chest. “Just warning you, if you end up with a tattoo you hate, you can bring it up to customer service.” He raised his right fist, “Customer” and then his left “Service.” And then the man fell into a fit of laughter.

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FEATURING IRA EVANS

            location: la luna             @charmingstarters​

      if he had to look at one more old cop relic —it sure was kind of his brother to call him home, to have him come back and sort through all of their father’s old things … to leave him to do it alone. maybe it was punishment … for leaving twenty-seven years prior and loading all of the crime talk and detective bullshit onto the younger evans child and attempting to live something other than six o’clock news this and nose in business it didn’t belong in that. even now, with his fingers wrapped around the bottom of his beer bottle, ira felt his eyes roll at the thought. yes, maybe he deserved it.

     but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take some time out of the house to swallow back a few. make it easier to traipse back in tonight, to pass by all of the boxes of shit he didn’t care to look at and face plant himself into bed. a little drink never hurt anyone. with a swallow of the bitter liquid he tapped at the counter top, drummed fingers mindlessly, spoke aloud to the body occupying the seat beside him. “ this town hasn’t changed a whole hell of a lot in the past few years, has it? ” maybe it was rhetorical. maybe not. but it was true.

La Luna was the perfect place to end a long day and Wesley entered and took a seat at the bar, next to an unfamiliar man. As the other spoke to him, Wesley nodded “You don’t have to say that twice.” He agreed and chuckled. “Some things never change, and I’m sure Charming is one of those things.” Wesley spoke in agreement, before ordering himself a beer. He’d always been a bigger than average guy and getting drunk was expensive due to his high tolerance, but luckily that wasn’t his intention that night. “I haven’t seen you around much. You new in town?” He casually asked the other, while sucking down a sip of beer from the neck of the bottle, looking around the crowded bar. 

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FEATURING EMILIANA DUPONT

closed starter for @wesley-maddox​

where: scorpion studios 

Emily grinned up from her spot on the couch when she saw her boss come in to the tattoo shop. “Hey. I’ve finished a big piece earlier, it turned out really well. Do you want to see it?” She already stood up, holding out her phone to him so he could see the video she took before waiting for his answer, overly eager. The work was something she was proud of, but she wanted his opinion and welcomed the criticism that was sure to follow. It was what helped her improve her skills the most. 

Wesley didn’t have any appointments that day, but still came into the shop. The downside of being a business owner, some might say. Coming in to do paperwork was his least favorite part of his daily chores, but he wasn’t about to let a shop that he’s worked his ass off to own and run, fall to the ground. When he walks in, he’s tired though. Wesley hasn’t had coffee yet, not having a coffee pot at his constant construction project of a house and not willing to spend four dollars on a cup of coffee anywhere. “What did I tell you about approaching me before I’ve had my coffee?” Wes groaned and sighed. Slight guilt creeped in at speaking to his artist like that, he then rubbed his temples before nodding, “Okay. Show me.” The large man nodded and grabbed the phone from her hand, ”Your shading still needs a little work, some places. Looks like you went a little deep, there...” he points to the screen as the video moves, “but other than that... Good work, Em. Now where’s that damed coffee pot?”

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FEATURING LENA MARTINEZ

Location: Scorpion Studios 

With: Wesley Maddox

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“so how do you feel about me just letting you come up with an idea for a piece for me?” asked lena, knowing that some might call her crazy. at that moment lena just felt like she needed change. that was why she had decided to go out to see wesley. after all she knew that she liked his work and the two were friends. she was unsure what she wanted as far as a tattoo went but she knew she wanted another one. she was motioning towards her leg where the scar from the bullet wound was,” i want to do something to cover the, um, the scar?” she hoped that she wouldn’t need to go further into detail,” i couldn’t come up with anything on my own and thought i would leave it up to you if that’s okay?” 

Standing at the front desk at Scorpion Studios, Wesley was hunched over it with a sketchpad and a pencil, drawing a design for no one in particular. The shop was slow at this hour and with no one scheduled for a session, Wesley was surprised to hear the bell above the door ringing, letting him know someone was entering the shop. When looking up and seeing Lena enter, a smile appeared on his lips and the man tilted his head to the side, as she begun speaking. When she suggested him coming up with a piece for her, Wesley’s eyes lit up and the man rubbed his hands together with a mischievous grin. It was clear he had no problem with it, but as soon as she begun telling him why she was wanting a new tattoo, Wes’ eyes softened and the man walked around the desk, wrapping his arms around the much smaller woman, “It’d be an honor” Placing a friendly kiss on top of her head, he then wandered back to the desk and flipped his sketchbook open to a blank page. “Any preferences at all? Color scheme? Symbolism or no? Or do I have completely free reins?” He asked as he wrote her name on the top of the sheet of paper and then took a sip of a cup of coffee on the desk.

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FEATURING CLIFF KILMAN

Location: La Luna

With: Anyone!

@charmingstarters​

“On a scale of fluffy bunnies to fucking furious, how mad are you still about what happened at that town shooting?” He asked as he nursed his beer, turning towards the poor soul that had the unluckiness of being next to him during this fine night he decided to drink himself to a stupor his brain needs just to have a good night’s sleep. Without waiting for an answer, he barged on with his own thoughts. “Because sometimes, I can sit here and actually have a good time. Sometimes I don’t even fucking think about it, you know? Like it’s so easy to just forget about it happening. Then that guilt just starts dropping in all unwelcome, kinda making me feel like we all don’t deserve to be happy when that shit happened right here in this town,” Cliff admitted with a shake of his head, remembering himself, remembering where he was and why he wanted to drink in the first place. This was NOT how he wanted his night to go. Slapping his hand on the bar, more to wake himself up than anything, he turned back towards the other with a mischievous grin. “You think I’m full of shit or what?”

Wesley entered La Luna with no intention of getting drunk, but just to have a single drink to calm himself from the annoyance of having to do paperwork at Scorpion Studios for most of the evening. When seeing Cliff at the bar, a small smile appeared on his lips before he walked over and sat down next to his childhood friend. He was about to greet the other, when he spoke. “Wooooah, dude. That’s some heavy shit. At least let me get a drink before dropping a bomb like that” A deep chuckle escaped the man, before he raised an arm to flag down the bartender and ordered a scotch on the rocks. Turning towards Cliff as he tried to pretend it didn’t happen by joking around. Wesley shrugged, “I get it.” His gaze moved from his friend and around the bar at people in various stages of drunkenness. “It feels... Unfair. That we’re here and they’re just... Not“ Taking a sip of his drink, Wes then placed his hand at the back of Cliff’s neck and squeezed, “But Charming’s gotten back from worse than this. We’ve gotten back from worse than this. I guess all we can do is pay our respects, and continue living our lives in their honor” Shaking the other a little by the grip on the back of his neck, Wesley then pulled his arm back and leaned his forearms against the countertop. “What’s got you all messed up, man? I’m just warning you; if you get trashed I’m not carrying you anywhere”

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Hi guys! It’s Korrie here with intro 4 / 4 and this one is for my dude Wesley Maddox. If you’d like to plot with him, feel free to like this or hit me up either here or on Discord ( coffee hoe#6551 ). Now that that’s all out of the way, let’s get to it, shall we? TW: Abuse and explicit language. @charmingextra​

BACKGROUND

Grew up in Charming with a father who was retired from the military, but acted very strict due to all the years spent there. There were rules for everything in the Maddox household.

Has never known his mother, who basically just gave birth to him, passed him on to his father, and skipped town. Wesley has no need or want to know who she is or why she left.

When Wesley was a teenager, he realized how much he loved art, especially drawing and painting. His father allowed it, as long as he kept up with his studies and chores.

Wes ended up getting into a prestigious military academy after high school. He was to leave Charming for the first time in his life, and do better than his best.

However after a single semester, he dropped out and ended up not going back to Charming, afraid of the ass whooping he’d get, if he showed himself back in the Maddox household without having finished his schooling.

The young man ended spending about two years on the road, learning how to better his art and also picked up the art of tattooing with various retired legends.

When he finally returned to Charming, his father had a lot of pent up rage towards his son, that he unleashed on him day after day. Not just for dropping out, but for all the tattoos he’d gotten while on the road and for not following in his own footsteps.

Wesley ended up not staying at the Maddox household longer than necessary, getting a job at Scorpion Studios and moving out on his own.

Fast forward to about ten years later and Mr. Maddox has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Wesley ends up back in the old Maddox house, taking care of his dad. The pair bury the hatchet, and his father ends up leaving all his earthly possessions to his only child, Wesley.

His father’s passing left Wes with more funds than he knew what to do with, so he ended up buying out the previous owner of Scorpion Studios who wanted to retire.

Since then he’s just continued on his simple life. spends his time going to the gym, at the studio or working on making the house he grew up in, his own.

PERSONALTY

Very laid back and chill most of the time. But don’t mess with him, dude can throw a punch when he needs to. He just prefers not to.

Very honest and frank, but not to the point where he hurts people’s feelings.

Is very perfectionistic when it comes to his craft and his studio. Wants things to be in order and doesn’t let a client leave if the piece isn’t perfect.

Is very much a “take one day at the time”-kinda guy. doesn’t like to dwell on the past or worrying about the future.

Likes staying busy and can’t stand sitting still for too long, except when he’s tattooing.

A gentle giant to say the least.

CONNECTIONS

LIFE LONG FRIENDS  —  Friends who have grown up in charming and are around the same age as Wesley. They can be of any affiliation.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS  —  Someone where they’ve come to a mutual understanding. They don’t wanna date, they just fuck occasionally.

CLIENTS  —  People who have come through the shop and gotten tattoos. Maybe he’s listened to their life story while he was tattooing them.

FLIRTATIONSHIP  —  They’ve never hooked up, or even kissed. But whenever they see each other there’s something there, and they only act upon it by constantly flirting.

NEIGHBOR  —  It can be someone who’s recently moved in next to the old Maddox house, or someone who’s lived there for years. This can go a lot of ways, so let’s discuss.

DRINKING BUDDIES  —  People who know how to handle their booze (because Wesley hates having to baby someone when they’ve had too much) and who can have a good time, without it getting too serious or heavy.

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART  —  She’s gotta be around Wesley’s age. They’d have broken up for some silly reason. Can be on bad or good terms now. Let’s discuss.

NEW FRIEND  —  Someone who maybe hasn’t been in town too long, and they’re still getting to know each other and feeling each other out as friends.

ANYTHING WE CAN COME UP WITH