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Name: Terry
Age: 36
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Character Name: Edward Lemuel Pritchard
Teaching Position: Groundskeeper
Home Location: A shitty apartment in whatever passes for the crappy area of town. Preferably near a dive bar.
History: Eddie Pritchard was born in Bristol, in the U.K., but he moved around a great deal as a boy, due to a father who was a minister (and a wife and son beater). His mother left the man when he was ten, and they ended up settling in Anglesey for a few years, where she met another man of a similar disposition but a less savory occupation. Eddie left home when he was sixteen, after he’d hit his growth spurt and he’d had one too many beatings from the man. He put his stepfather in the hospital with a broken arm and a concussion, and headed off on his own, though he was soon caught by the police, and spent his first emancipated year in prison.
It was in prison that he met his first band-mates, and got interested in music. It was also where he got an interest in illicit drugs to complement his already well-developed taste for alcohol. Once out of prison, he bought himself a cheap guitar and tried to teach himself how to play it. It was slow going, and he was in several bands as a lead singer before he ever got a chance to play a note. But the groups he played with were often short lived, due to personal conflicts and the general poverty of the member. It was in his fourth band that the bass player ran out right before a show, and Eddie had to play the bass parts. He flubbed his way through it, but the crowd was drunk enough not to notice, and Eddie eventually settled in as the bass player/lead singer of the Trogs. They actually stuck together long enough to get several albums recorded, and enjoyed some minor local success for a few years, though no one had ever heard of them outside of the U.K. All that ended, though, when Eddie killed a man in a bar fight.
This time the prison sentence was longer than a year. He spent seven years behind bars for manslaughter, and by the time he came out, the Trogs had long since disbanded and gone their own ways. He was at loose ends for a while, getting jobs here and there. It was while he was working as a bartender in a small pub in London that he met and American woman named Tracy. He’d had several ‘long-term’ relationships before, but none that lasted more than 6 months. While he fought frequently with Tracy, he had decided to try to lead a better life, and stuck with it, asking her to marry him. They tied the knot two weeks later, and stayed in London for another year before she got homesick and wanted to move back to Alabama, where she was from. There was another wait while Eddie got his green card, and then they both moved to the US, where Eddie worked various odd jobs in Birmingham.
The stress of the move and trying to make ends meet in an unfamiliar place eventually broke the marriage apart, however. Tracy got together with an old boyfriend behind Eddie’s back, and he cheated on her a few times in retaliation. They separated, though she agreed not to divorce him, so that he could stay in the States and get his citizenship. He hated the South, but he didn’t want to go home, either – it seemed stagnant to him there, and he had hopes of getting a band together in America.
Deciding he needed a change from Alabama, he moved around, drifting. He seldom stayed anywhere longer than a year. Eddie kept trying to get various musical groups together, but the style of music he played – straight ahead speed metal and punk influenced hard rock – wasn’t enjoying much popularity at the time. That and a predilection for alcohol and drugs made it impossible to duplicate his earlier success. Eddie held a series of menial jobs, occasionally visiting Alabama for a few days to make sure his wife wasn't going to file for legal divorce. Until he hit Chicago.
There, he actually lucked out and got some work as a sound engineer. Little stuff, but it was better than mopping out restrooms, and better than bartending, even. He wasn’t happy (Eddie seldom was, throughout his life), but he wasn’t miserable, either, and that was something. He’d been trying to keep relatively clean, keep his head low and not get in any trouble so he wouldn’t get deported. And he’d been successful at that much in his time in the U.S. , never having any run ins with the law. Except he got lax and made a few bad choices – nothing that drew the attention of the police, but something that did put him in debt to a small time drug dealer, several thousand that he couldn’t pay. Deciding to play it safe, he once again moved on, and this time he deliberately searched for somewhere small, somewhere he could lay low for a while. Feldman seemed ideal for that – small, suburban, out of the way, but still close enough to Chicago that he wasn’t completely cut off. The fact that Feldman Academy was hiring was the clincher – groundskeeper work wasn’t exactly ideal, but it would pay decently enough to keep up the rent on a shithole apartment and buy booze. Luckily, background checks were difficult and expensive to do internationally, and not generally required of someone in such a menial position, so he passed the one he took with no problems, never having been in trouble with the cops in the States. It was a quiet, undemanding job that meant he could work on his music (and his alcoholism) in relative peace. He might also be able to hold a job long enough that he could actually get legal citizenship, instead of having to keep talking his wife into not getting him deported.
Personality: Much of Eddie’s life choices have stemmed from bad experiences he had when he was younger. His natural personality is obstinate and hard-headed, and being beaten by his dad, and then his step-father really only made those traits stronger, as well as nurturing a bad temper in him and a tendency to resort to violence first and foremost. He’s not a stupid man, but he is relatively uneducated, without the patience for reasoned debate, so when something ticks him off, he tends to go right into the threats and punches. He’s slowed down a bit since his youth, but it’s still second-nature to him. It’s because of a lot of those negative urges that he initially turned to drugs and alcohol, and those have become habit, too. He mostly drinks or smokes pot, and both tend to mellow him out to an extent, but he also does speed on occasion, which is a dangerous habit for him in the wrong environment.
Eddie is trying to get better, to an extent, though. He’s old enough to realize now that getting into the kind of trouble being a hot tempered asshole leads to isn’t worth it. Bar fights are a good way to blow off steam, but not in the kind of place cops are going to show up. Drugs and alcohol make life a little more bearable, but missing work because of them is just stupid. Mouthing off to authority figures feels good, but he needs his job right now. He’s had to exercise some serious restraint, and that’s been difficult for him, when his nature is to lash out and mouth off. Sometimes the frustration gets to him, and he does something stupid, but he’s keeping a lid on things. Sometimes barely, but he’s doing it. It does make him easy to manipulate at times – someone who pushes buttons would have an easy time setting him off, even though he knows better. Luckily he hasn’t run into anyone like that, yet.
He does have some good traits, too, though. He’s decently intelligent, and can hold a spirited conversation on topics that interest him, like music or horror movies. He’s enthusiastic about the things he likes. While he’s given up dreams of becoming famous with his music someday, he is a solid musician who’s pretty hard working when it comes down to it. After his first few bands, he’s never been the one to flake out. In fact, he’s pretty hard working when it comes to his other jobs, too – he’s certainly not lazy, though he appears to be at times. When he’s in a good mood, while he can be crude and blunt and aggressively low class, he can also be funny and likes to laugh and joke. Unlike a lot of very masculine seeming men, he has no problem with being affectionate with the people he cares about, at least physically (getting him to say it is another story), and he’s a loyal friend to his mates. He may not like very many people, but he’ll do a lot for the small group of people he does care about.
Eddie’s romantic relationships say a lot about him, too. They tend to be short, passionate, full of sex, and somewhat violent. He doesn’t generally hit his partners, but he does enjoy rough sex, and he’s had screaming matches on fairly regular occasions with most of the people he’s been with longer than a month. The relationships generally involve some pretty strong emotions – he tends to be possessive and feels strongly about the people he’s with, but this makes him more vulnerable to flying off the handle at them, too. His bad temper makes him a fairly poor partner, but he has the kind of bad boy looks and demeanor that can attract him enough one night stands to keep his bed warm, if he wants, especially since he’s usually in one band or other. When he was younger, he indulged a lot more, but now that he’s getting closer to 40, he’s come to appreciate the ease of a sure thing. The problem is, finding someone who agrees with him and can put up with him.
If he tried, Eddie could probably better himself, and even go back to college, if he wanted. He’s smart enough to do it. But another aspect of his personality that has kept him down is his view of classes and the class system. Eddie is aggressively low class, and tends to resent people of higher station, with more money, or who consider themselves better because of their education, etc. He actively avoids things that might put him in what he sees as the category of self-righteous, uptight, or putting on airs. He’s quick to call names and mock those he considers higher class, and he would be embarrassed to be seen doing anything ‘poncy’, such as wearing nice clothing, drinking expensive wine, or reading certain literature. It means that in his life, he’s actively avoided certain things which might have bettered things for him: education, connection, and generally not appearing like a low class guy.
Appearance: Eddie’s very tall (about 6’6”), broad shouldered, and solidly built. He’s strong, and therefore muscular, but not in a particularly toned or ripped way, the way guys who go to the gym are. Rather, he’s just solid all around – big arms, big chest, solid midsection, etc. He’s also very hairy, not only all over his body, but his face, as well. He has long, dark brown hair and a mustache and muttonchops. He’s very rough around the edges looking, and would be considered by most to be fairly unattractive. He tends to wear a lot of t-shirts and jeans, and likes big, cheesy rings decorated with things like skulls and eyeballs. He also has a bunch of tattoos. PB is Lemmy Kilmister
Extracurricular Activities: None, he’s not a teacher.
→ First Person Sample: An example of his first person interaction can be found here
→ Third Person Sample: Eddie didn’t think much of the kids at Felton. A bunch of uptight, poncy gits, in his opinion, far too sure of themselves and their privilege. But no one asked him – in a lot of ways he was the invisible man to these boys, used to having people around to take care of things, to serve them. That was fine by him – he didn’t want to talk to the little buggers, anyway. They could all go die in a fire, as far as he was concerned.
Except for the ones who recognized the obvious advantages of having a low-life with long hair for a groundskeeper – a man who wore rock t-shirts and smoked openly and continuously, except inside where it wasn’t allowed. It was kids like those, like the approaching right now, that supplemented his income. Eddie leaned on his rake and switched his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other as he watched the boy in his neatly pressed uniform, with his neatly combed and gelled hair, walk up as though he owned the place.
“Have you got it?” the boy demanded, and Eddie grin lazily.
“Got what?” he asked, just to take a little piss out of the kid.
“You know!” the boy hissed in displeasure, looking around.
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, raising a lazy eyebrow. “You really want to discuss business out here?”
“I don’t see why not. Why, have you got an office you’d like to take me to?” the boy asked nastily. “Like a real business man?”
“I’ve got a shed,” the older man said, and casually turned to start sauntering away. He wasn’t losing his job for this snide little shit, and he smiled inwardly to himself as he heard the kid hurry to catch up.
“I don’t want to go in your grotty little shed,” the boy complained. “How do I know you won’t do something to me there?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asked, glancing over at the kid with an incredulous expression. “Do something?”
“Yeah,” the kid sniffed. “I know you types.”
“Come talk to me when you actually starting growing pubes, shitwit. I’m not interested in fucking little girls.” Damn, he thought, as he listened to the boy bitch all the way back to his shed, he was going to sell this kid the nastiest bag of ditchweed he had. As if he’d touch any of these kids with a stolen prick. He was going to have to wash out his brain with whiskey before the day was through, if it kept up at this rate.
Name: Terry
Age: 36
Personal Journal:
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Other Characters in Game: None
How Did You Find Us?: Referred by Gnome.
→ Character Information
Character Name: Edward Lemuel Pritchard
Teaching Position: Groundskeeper
Home Location: A shitty apartment in whatever passes for the crappy area of town. Preferably near a dive bar.
History: Eddie Pritchard was born in Bristol, in the U.K., but he moved around a great deal as a boy, due to a father who was a minister (and a wife and son beater). His mother left the man when he was ten, and they ended up settling in Anglesey for a few years, where she met another man of a similar disposition but a less savory occupation. Eddie left home when he was sixteen, after he’d hit his growth spurt and he’d had one too many beatings from the man. He put his stepfather in the hospital with a broken arm and a concussion, and headed off on his own, though he was soon caught by the police, and spent his first emancipated year in prison.
It was in prison that he met his first band-mates, and got interested in music. It was also where he got an interest in illicit drugs to complement his already well-developed taste for alcohol. Once out of prison, he bought himself a cheap guitar and tried to teach himself how to play it. It was slow going, and he was in several bands as a lead singer before he ever got a chance to play a note. But the groups he played with were often short lived, due to personal conflicts and the general poverty of the member. It was in his fourth band that the bass player ran out right before a show, and Eddie had to play the bass parts. He flubbed his way through it, but the crowd was drunk enough not to notice, and Eddie eventually settled in as the bass player/lead singer of the Trogs. They actually stuck together long enough to get several albums recorded, and enjoyed some minor local success for a few years, though no one had ever heard of them outside of the U.K. All that ended, though, when Eddie killed a man in a bar fight.
This time the prison sentence was longer than a year. He spent seven years behind bars for manslaughter, and by the time he came out, the Trogs had long since disbanded and gone their own ways. He was at loose ends for a while, getting jobs here and there. It was while he was working as a bartender in a small pub in London that he met and American woman named Tracy. He’d had several ‘long-term’ relationships before, but none that lasted more than 6 months. While he fought frequently with Tracy, he had decided to try to lead a better life, and stuck with it, asking her to marry him. They tied the knot two weeks later, and stayed in London for another year before she got homesick and wanted to move back to Alabama, where she was from. There was another wait while Eddie got his green card, and then they both moved to the US, where Eddie worked various odd jobs in Birmingham.
The stress of the move and trying to make ends meet in an unfamiliar place eventually broke the marriage apart, however. Tracy got together with an old boyfriend behind Eddie’s back, and he cheated on her a few times in retaliation. They separated, though she agreed not to divorce him, so that he could stay in the States and get his citizenship. He hated the South, but he didn’t want to go home, either – it seemed stagnant to him there, and he had hopes of getting a band together in America.
Deciding he needed a change from Alabama, he moved around, drifting. He seldom stayed anywhere longer than a year. Eddie kept trying to get various musical groups together, but the style of music he played – straight ahead speed metal and punk influenced hard rock – wasn’t enjoying much popularity at the time. That and a predilection for alcohol and drugs made it impossible to duplicate his earlier success. Eddie held a series of menial jobs, occasionally visiting Alabama for a few days to make sure his wife wasn't going to file for legal divorce. Until he hit Chicago.
There, he actually lucked out and got some work as a sound engineer. Little stuff, but it was better than mopping out restrooms, and better than bartending, even. He wasn’t happy (Eddie seldom was, throughout his life), but he wasn’t miserable, either, and that was something. He’d been trying to keep relatively clean, keep his head low and not get in any trouble so he wouldn’t get deported. And he’d been successful at that much in his time in the U.S. , never having any run ins with the law. Except he got lax and made a few bad choices – nothing that drew the attention of the police, but something that did put him in debt to a small time drug dealer, several thousand that he couldn’t pay. Deciding to play it safe, he once again moved on, and this time he deliberately searched for somewhere small, somewhere he could lay low for a while. Feldman seemed ideal for that – small, suburban, out of the way, but still close enough to Chicago that he wasn’t completely cut off. The fact that Feldman Academy was hiring was the clincher – groundskeeper work wasn’t exactly ideal, but it would pay decently enough to keep up the rent on a shithole apartment and buy booze. Luckily, background checks were difficult and expensive to do internationally, and not generally required of someone in such a menial position, so he passed the one he took with no problems, never having been in trouble with the cops in the States. It was a quiet, undemanding job that meant he could work on his music (and his alcoholism) in relative peace. He might also be able to hold a job long enough that he could actually get legal citizenship, instead of having to keep talking his wife into not getting him deported.
Personality: Much of Eddie’s life choices have stemmed from bad experiences he had when he was younger. His natural personality is obstinate and hard-headed, and being beaten by his dad, and then his step-father really only made those traits stronger, as well as nurturing a bad temper in him and a tendency to resort to violence first and foremost. He’s not a stupid man, but he is relatively uneducated, without the patience for reasoned debate, so when something ticks him off, he tends to go right into the threats and punches. He’s slowed down a bit since his youth, but it’s still second-nature to him. It’s because of a lot of those negative urges that he initially turned to drugs and alcohol, and those have become habit, too. He mostly drinks or smokes pot, and both tend to mellow him out to an extent, but he also does speed on occasion, which is a dangerous habit for him in the wrong environment.
Eddie is trying to get better, to an extent, though. He’s old enough to realize now that getting into the kind of trouble being a hot tempered asshole leads to isn’t worth it. Bar fights are a good way to blow off steam, but not in the kind of place cops are going to show up. Drugs and alcohol make life a little more bearable, but missing work because of them is just stupid. Mouthing off to authority figures feels good, but he needs his job right now. He’s had to exercise some serious restraint, and that’s been difficult for him, when his nature is to lash out and mouth off. Sometimes the frustration gets to him, and he does something stupid, but he’s keeping a lid on things. Sometimes barely, but he’s doing it. It does make him easy to manipulate at times – someone who pushes buttons would have an easy time setting him off, even though he knows better. Luckily he hasn’t run into anyone like that, yet.
He does have some good traits, too, though. He’s decently intelligent, and can hold a spirited conversation on topics that interest him, like music or horror movies. He’s enthusiastic about the things he likes. While he’s given up dreams of becoming famous with his music someday, he is a solid musician who’s pretty hard working when it comes down to it. After his first few bands, he’s never been the one to flake out. In fact, he’s pretty hard working when it comes to his other jobs, too – he’s certainly not lazy, though he appears to be at times. When he’s in a good mood, while he can be crude and blunt and aggressively low class, he can also be funny and likes to laugh and joke. Unlike a lot of very masculine seeming men, he has no problem with being affectionate with the people he cares about, at least physically (getting him to say it is another story), and he’s a loyal friend to his mates. He may not like very many people, but he’ll do a lot for the small group of people he does care about.
Eddie’s romantic relationships say a lot about him, too. They tend to be short, passionate, full of sex, and somewhat violent. He doesn’t generally hit his partners, but he does enjoy rough sex, and he’s had screaming matches on fairly regular occasions with most of the people he’s been with longer than a month. The relationships generally involve some pretty strong emotions – he tends to be possessive and feels strongly about the people he’s with, but this makes him more vulnerable to flying off the handle at them, too. His bad temper makes him a fairly poor partner, but he has the kind of bad boy looks and demeanor that can attract him enough one night stands to keep his bed warm, if he wants, especially since he’s usually in one band or other. When he was younger, he indulged a lot more, but now that he’s getting closer to 40, he’s come to appreciate the ease of a sure thing. The problem is, finding someone who agrees with him and can put up with him.
If he tried, Eddie could probably better himself, and even go back to college, if he wanted. He’s smart enough to do it. But another aspect of his personality that has kept him down is his view of classes and the class system. Eddie is aggressively low class, and tends to resent people of higher station, with more money, or who consider themselves better because of their education, etc. He actively avoids things that might put him in what he sees as the category of self-righteous, uptight, or putting on airs. He’s quick to call names and mock those he considers higher class, and he would be embarrassed to be seen doing anything ‘poncy’, such as wearing nice clothing, drinking expensive wine, or reading certain literature. It means that in his life, he’s actively avoided certain things which might have bettered things for him: education, connection, and generally not appearing like a low class guy.
Appearance: Eddie’s very tall (about 6’6”), broad shouldered, and solidly built. He’s strong, and therefore muscular, but not in a particularly toned or ripped way, the way guys who go to the gym are. Rather, he’s just solid all around – big arms, big chest, solid midsection, etc. He’s also very hairy, not only all over his body, but his face, as well. He has long, dark brown hair and a mustache and muttonchops. He’s very rough around the edges looking, and would be considered by most to be fairly unattractive. He tends to wear a lot of t-shirts and jeans, and likes big, cheesy rings decorated with things like skulls and eyeballs. He also has a bunch of tattoos. PB is Lemmy Kilmister
Extracurricular Activities: None, he’s not a teacher.
→ First Person Sample: An example of his first person interaction can be found here
→ Third Person Sample: Eddie didn’t think much of the kids at Felton. A bunch of uptight, poncy gits, in his opinion, far too sure of themselves and their privilege. But no one asked him – in a lot of ways he was the invisible man to these boys, used to having people around to take care of things, to serve them. That was fine by him – he didn’t want to talk to the little buggers, anyway. They could all go die in a fire, as far as he was concerned.
Except for the ones who recognized the obvious advantages of having a low-life with long hair for a groundskeeper – a man who wore rock t-shirts and smoked openly and continuously, except inside where it wasn’t allowed. It was kids like those, like the approaching right now, that supplemented his income. Eddie leaned on his rake and switched his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other as he watched the boy in his neatly pressed uniform, with his neatly combed and gelled hair, walk up as though he owned the place.
“Have you got it?” the boy demanded, and Eddie grin lazily.
“Got what?” he asked, just to take a little piss out of the kid.
“You know!” the boy hissed in displeasure, looking around.
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, raising a lazy eyebrow. “You really want to discuss business out here?”
“I don’t see why not. Why, have you got an office you’d like to take me to?” the boy asked nastily. “Like a real business man?”
“I’ve got a shed,” the older man said, and casually turned to start sauntering away. He wasn’t losing his job for this snide little shit, and he smiled inwardly to himself as he heard the kid hurry to catch up.
“I don’t want to go in your grotty little shed,” the boy complained. “How do I know you won’t do something to me there?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asked, glancing over at the kid with an incredulous expression. “Do something?”
“Yeah,” the kid sniffed. “I know you types.”
“Come talk to me when you actually starting growing pubes, shitwit. I’m not interested in fucking little girls.” Damn, he thought, as he listened to the boy bitch all the way back to his shed, he was going to sell this kid the nastiest bag of ditchweed he had. As if he’d touch any of these kids with a stolen prick. He was going to have to wash out his brain with whiskey before the day was through, if it kept up at this rate.
