Post by carter torin birch on Apr 11, 2012 22:01:42 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME Carter torin birch, his sister sometimes calls him tor AGE & DOB 26 | April 5th HOMETOWN Valkyrie, California ETHNICITY white, mostly Danish with a bit of Italian and Swedish LANGUAGES SPOKEN Italian, English SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight HAIR COLOR sandy brown EYE COLOR blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6'1" | 202lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS scars all over but he has a tattoo on his right arm that is the symbol for 'family' and above it, almost on his shoulder, has the word loyalty. He has the Taurus symbol on his left bicep for his mother who's sign was Taurus. Also a tattoo on his ribcage in dedication for a friend he lost on the job. LIKES/DISLIKES [size=1]Likes: family, loyalty, Kant, Sniping, being good at things, being appreciated when he excels, he won't admit it but he loves the affect he has on a lot of women, like working out, running in the morning, movies that are about something, sex, he is a guy after all, the color red, playing Halo, sweetheart types, smart girls, innocent people, poetry, reading, literature. Being well educated. Dislikes: disloyalty, cowardice, judgement, bimbos, liars, people who are lazy, being made fun of or made to look the fool, being ignored, being disrespected, loud parties, drunks, the color yellow. |
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES
strengths:: loyal, incredibly intellectual and a critical thinker. practical, loving towards his family.
weaknesses:: can be blinded by his loyalty, needs approval too much, is not the best with drastic change, can be indifferent and self absorbed
weaknesses:: can be blinded by his loyalty, needs approval too much, is not the best with drastic change, can be indifferent and self absorbed
SECRETS
Part of the Italian mafia would be the obvious. But more than that, the nature of his job means he does not have to kill from close range. And a lot of the time he doesn't even have to kill, he's mostly there as a security precaution during deals and meetings. One time, a few years ago, he was meant to kill a guy but he screwed up. The man noticed him and came closer. Carter has no idea why he hesitated. The man begged him to let him go. He promised to disappear as though he had died, but he had a family and begged him to let him go. Carter considered it was was going to let the man go, despite being ordered not to, he simply wasn't used to looking into a person's eyes before shooting. The man took the chance and hesitation and tried to escape, killing one of Carter's close friends in the process. Carter shot the man as he ran but he knows his friend's death is on him. It's why he got the tattoo. He learned though, he never hesitated again and has now convinced himself that anyone he's ordered to take down, it's for good reason.
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PERSONALITY
- when you first meet carter
he comes off as one of those guys with a mysterious sort of confidence and air to him that draws people in. he is similar to the popular guy who's not popular because he's a jock or because sleeps around with the "hot girls" but because people are drawn to him without really knowing why. he is a good looking guy but it's very clear, right off the bat that he is not bothered with idle things that plague many people's mind. he is not worried about the future or who gets with who. he is not worried about what sports team will win whatever championship, he would rather play a friendly game of basketball than join the team. he is very comfortable in his own skin and even though he can have a sort of cocky sense of humor, he himself comes off as very down to earth. - when you're getting to know him
this is when you really start to see the introverted guy he is. he is an incredible thinker. now i don't mean that he is the guy that can do any physics problem or recite the declaration of independence. he is the type of intelligence that does not come from text books but comes from critical thinking and working analytically. he is very deep. nothing ever seems to bother him all that much. he is very responsible, but he also does not have many close close friends because he is introverted and he is in his own head a lot of the time. but when he gets comfortable in a situation he is funny and insightful and cocky and flirtatious. it becomes clear that he cares about his family, he is overprotective and yet understand he can't control everything. - when you truly know him
this is when you begin to see all the troubles the boy has. this is where you learn, he stays in his head most of the time because he is trying to keep his mind busy. he is always very concerned about his family, his sister's, his italian family. he is always severely racked with guilt over the loss of his friend due to his own hesitation. he beats up on himself, too harshly much of the time, and not enough other times. and because of this, truth is, he is very self absorbed. unlike his sister, his concerns are purely oriented around himself and his family, he could care less about the people in the middle east or the soldiers at war. he could care less about the people he's ordered to kill. he doesn't give a rat's ass about the people he sees on the streets every day. that is just the reality of the world and what he is concerned with is keeping himself and his family safe. he is very practical and very logical and so much so that he can be very cold and indifferent. he can be chill and fun and shit with the casual friends he makes all the time but if he sees that same casual friend in danger, he is not going to get involved really. that is their problem to deal with, he shouldn't be expected to keep everyone safe. he feels like it all comes down to priorities, its us or them. he sees himself as a rational realist.
FAMILY LIFE
"I love my family. I know that the world sees something sketchy in the whole Birch clan but... you know, family's family. I was very close with my father. I was, after a certain point in my childhood, raised mostly by my Italian family members. I am very close with them as well but my father and my immediate family found ways to be with each other all the time. So what if my father was a crook? My sister's on her way back to Valkyrie, and she's already complained to me over the phone that he was a saint compared to other politicians and I've learned not to argue with Cherry. I can't help but love my family, my immediate family with the other Birches but also my Italian family. May be distant in terms of actual blood but Fausto's taken care of me, made me the man I am today. Plus I have owed them all my life more than once."
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
[size=1]carl jed birch - 54 - ex-mayor of valkyrie
imprisoned - father - close w/carter
caley murie birch - deceased at 42 -
volunteer organizer - mom - not bad/not close
cherlin aia birch - 24 - volunteer
little sister - close w/carter but annoyed at times
calista - - birch - 24 - art thief/con-artist
little sister - very close with carter
[/size][/div]imprisoned - father - close w/carter
caley murie birch - deceased at 42 -
volunteer organizer - mom - not bad/not close
cherlin aia birch - 24 - volunteer
little sister - close w/carter but annoyed at times
calista - - birch - 24 - art thief/con-artist
little sister - very close with carter
HISTORY
"Well, you have already spoken with one of my sisters, so I won't go into great detail on my father and mother before us kids but just to refresh your memory, My dad grew up pretty damn poor, worked hard, came to Valkyrie for college. When to Grad school. Met my mother, fell in love, found out about my mother's family and their connection to or involvement in the italian mafia. He didn't care, they got married. He graduated law school, began working for the mayor at the time and then there I was. A bouncing baby boy. Obviously I don't remember the first two years of my life but my father always said it was incredibly picturesque. He was working for the mayor, gaining a political name for himself. Mom was essentially a house wife. She had not yet started in on volunteerism and organizing although she was beginning to become interested in it. She already was in many ways. She had actually spent a summer in rwanda in the 70s. Anyways, happy little family, ended up with mom being pregnant once again.
Because of the way they were positioned, we did not know she was having twins until the birthing process had not stopped after she gave birth to the first one. Now, since my mother's name was Caley with a C and my father's name was Carl with a C and my name was Carter... with a C again... my mom named the first little blonde girl Calista and the next little blonde girl Cherlin. I loved them both from day one. I was really excited about the idea of being a big brother. My earliest actual memory in life was sitting holding Calista, or Lissy as we got to call her, my dad made sure I had her since I was only three and my dad was sitting next to me holding Cherlin, Linny as we got to call her. They were both asleep, although Linny was a restless sleep, squirmed and wiggled a lot so that was why Dad wouldn't let me hold her. But he turned to me and smiled and told me, "Don't let anyone fool you boy, these girls and your future children are the most important thing. money and power only mean something when used to keep them safe. family boy. Even your mother and I, you may love us, but these girls are your responsibility, you protect them." Or something along those lines. And I guess I've been trying to ever since.
Anyways, growing up I loved my mother but to tell you the truth, she always had her hands full with Linny and Lissy desperately vying for her attention. I was closer with my father. Him and the Italian side of my family. I always had a fair amount of friends but only a small group of them were close. Family on the other hand? I was all over that. I remember one of my distant Uncles took me and some kids out to the outskirts or to CiCi's brewery and we did target practice with BB guns. I was a good shot, straight away. And the Italian family noticed it right away. I think they were secretly training me before I was even ten, testing me out for the future maybe? I don't know. But it would be a lie to say I cared. I loved being around them, my sisters, my dad. Family quickly became the most important thing to me. I grew to just see the world for what it was, corrupt and damaged and I learned that sometimes, it was just better to be a part of it and keep the people you care about set and ready. It made sense to me.
I was raised in a corrupt family, my friends grew up to be not much better. I spent my childhood happily, it may not have been the American dream or the stereotype of what a household should be like for kids but we all were happy, 'corrupt' or not and have a better relationship with our parents than most of the 'normal' kids I knew. Anyways, soon my father was elected mayor and it made it a bit harder for me to go off with the Italian family. When I was thirteen, my parents and some of the older Italians sat me down and asked me if working for the Italians seemed like something I would want to do. I was quick to say yes. Hardest thing to was say goodbye. I knew it was not forever and I would be able to see them at least once a week, but I went to live with the Italians. Started using real guns. Ended up as a sniper and basic gunsman. Linny jokingly calls me a 'gunslinger' and once ever snatched me a large cowboy hat. Still have it in my room, on my wall. I still hung out with my friends, and got to see my family most weekends. Linny was always running around to find me. I think I saw her the most.
When I was 16, my mom and sisters got into a car crash. Mom was in a coma for a year before we finally decided to pull the plug and bury her in the Valkyrie Cemetery. I go there to think sometimes. I felt bad that I never forced myself to get to know her as well as she knew Linny and Lissy. 17 was also my first time on the job. My first kill wasn't until I was 19, but when I was 18, Linny got into some trouble. Blew up a post office in some drunken form of protest. Saying goodbye to her was the worst thing I had to do up until that point. How was I supposed to keep her safe if she was in South Africa staying with some friends my mother knew? How in the hell was I supposed to keep a lid on her? She had a mouth and could be irrational and push buttons and I wouldn't be there to make sure she didn't mouth off to the wrong people.
My first kill was not some huge emotional experience as it is for many others. I was so far away. Being a sniper, it sometimes feels like a video game. You don't have to see their faces or anything like that. You aim and shoot, sometimes you don't even see the blood. Mostly though, I am used for cover, extra security, which honestly is a gig I quite appreciate. I like the idea of being protection for the people I care about and am loyal to. It's the role I was raised to play I guess. When I was 20, Lissy left for college in France, she was going to be studying art at the Louvre. A few months after she left, Linny came home for a visit. Our father had pulled a few favors and used his contacts to have the warrant for her arrest disappear. She made it very clear she was only staying for a couple of months and that she had a world to save. I thought it was interesting that she ended up being more like a saint, but had a devil's sense of humor and all of her friends and family were criminals. I was a killer, and she never seemed to care because the way she saw it was I didn't kill innocents, I killed scum bags. I decided she was right but more because it was easier to think that about myself, but in all honestly, I never asked who my target was in terms of what they had done to piss us off, so I didn't really know.
After she left again, it was hard for me for a bit. Her words kept ringing in my head. I began to question it. One time on assignment I had to kill a man, I hesitated and he saw me. He began to beg me, he got close enough to see his face and how desperate he looked. He begged me for the sake of his family. My Achilles heel. I remember lowering my sniper for a moment. I was actually going to disobey, I was going to let him go. But the rat took his chance and ran for it, killing on of my best friends, and distant cousin however many times removed, on his way, as a pay back for scaring him. It was a mistake. I got him in the distance but from that moment I knew it was my fault. My family died because I hesitated, because I doubted myself and my orders, I doubted my family once and now one of them was dead. Never again will a doubt an order, never again will I disobey. I am a part of the Italian Mafia, Fausto, Luca, they have all been good to me. I will never not show my complete gratitude again.
When I was 22, Linny came back. Lissy by the way had dropped out of college and working as an art thief and an incredibly skilled forger. She called me all the time, would drop by occasionally. She was doing well for herself although it hurt me to know that she and Linny had not spoken since they were 16, so four years. Anyways. Linny came back to visit. There was something different about her. She was still the same Linny on the outside but you could tell she had experienced somethings that she had a hard time accepting. I never pushed it with her, Linny and I never really had deep conversations, that was my relationship with Lissy. Linny was more one of my buddies. Soon she went to Africa. I kept working. Just recently my father was arrested for corruption, accept bribes, etc. He was convicted, put behind bars. I got ahold of Linny and she should be on her way back. She said she needed a break and she wanted to be here for dad. I wasn't able to get ahold of Lissy but I left her a message. Hopefully she gets it.
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[/td][/tr]Because of the way they were positioned, we did not know she was having twins until the birthing process had not stopped after she gave birth to the first one. Now, since my mother's name was Caley with a C and my father's name was Carl with a C and my name was Carter... with a C again... my mom named the first little blonde girl Calista and the next little blonde girl Cherlin. I loved them both from day one. I was really excited about the idea of being a big brother. My earliest actual memory in life was sitting holding Calista, or Lissy as we got to call her, my dad made sure I had her since I was only three and my dad was sitting next to me holding Cherlin, Linny as we got to call her. They were both asleep, although Linny was a restless sleep, squirmed and wiggled a lot so that was why Dad wouldn't let me hold her. But he turned to me and smiled and told me, "Don't let anyone fool you boy, these girls and your future children are the most important thing. money and power only mean something when used to keep them safe. family boy. Even your mother and I, you may love us, but these girls are your responsibility, you protect them." Or something along those lines. And I guess I've been trying to ever since.
Anyways, growing up I loved my mother but to tell you the truth, she always had her hands full with Linny and Lissy desperately vying for her attention. I was closer with my father. Him and the Italian side of my family. I always had a fair amount of friends but only a small group of them were close. Family on the other hand? I was all over that. I remember one of my distant Uncles took me and some kids out to the outskirts or to CiCi's brewery and we did target practice with BB guns. I was a good shot, straight away. And the Italian family noticed it right away. I think they were secretly training me before I was even ten, testing me out for the future maybe? I don't know. But it would be a lie to say I cared. I loved being around them, my sisters, my dad. Family quickly became the most important thing to me. I grew to just see the world for what it was, corrupt and damaged and I learned that sometimes, it was just better to be a part of it and keep the people you care about set and ready. It made sense to me.
I was raised in a corrupt family, my friends grew up to be not much better. I spent my childhood happily, it may not have been the American dream or the stereotype of what a household should be like for kids but we all were happy, 'corrupt' or not and have a better relationship with our parents than most of the 'normal' kids I knew. Anyways, soon my father was elected mayor and it made it a bit harder for me to go off with the Italian family. When I was thirteen, my parents and some of the older Italians sat me down and asked me if working for the Italians seemed like something I would want to do. I was quick to say yes. Hardest thing to was say goodbye. I knew it was not forever and I would be able to see them at least once a week, but I went to live with the Italians. Started using real guns. Ended up as a sniper and basic gunsman. Linny jokingly calls me a 'gunslinger' and once ever snatched me a large cowboy hat. Still have it in my room, on my wall. I still hung out with my friends, and got to see my family most weekends. Linny was always running around to find me. I think I saw her the most.
When I was 16, my mom and sisters got into a car crash. Mom was in a coma for a year before we finally decided to pull the plug and bury her in the Valkyrie Cemetery. I go there to think sometimes. I felt bad that I never forced myself to get to know her as well as she knew Linny and Lissy. 17 was also my first time on the job. My first kill wasn't until I was 19, but when I was 18, Linny got into some trouble. Blew up a post office in some drunken form of protest. Saying goodbye to her was the worst thing I had to do up until that point. How was I supposed to keep her safe if she was in South Africa staying with some friends my mother knew? How in the hell was I supposed to keep a lid on her? She had a mouth and could be irrational and push buttons and I wouldn't be there to make sure she didn't mouth off to the wrong people.
My first kill was not some huge emotional experience as it is for many others. I was so far away. Being a sniper, it sometimes feels like a video game. You don't have to see their faces or anything like that. You aim and shoot, sometimes you don't even see the blood. Mostly though, I am used for cover, extra security, which honestly is a gig I quite appreciate. I like the idea of being protection for the people I care about and am loyal to. It's the role I was raised to play I guess. When I was 20, Lissy left for college in France, she was going to be studying art at the Louvre. A few months after she left, Linny came home for a visit. Our father had pulled a few favors and used his contacts to have the warrant for her arrest disappear. She made it very clear she was only staying for a couple of months and that she had a world to save. I thought it was interesting that she ended up being more like a saint, but had a devil's sense of humor and all of her friends and family were criminals. I was a killer, and she never seemed to care because the way she saw it was I didn't kill innocents, I killed scum bags. I decided she was right but more because it was easier to think that about myself, but in all honestly, I never asked who my target was in terms of what they had done to piss us off, so I didn't really know.
After she left again, it was hard for me for a bit. Her words kept ringing in my head. I began to question it. One time on assignment I had to kill a man, I hesitated and he saw me. He began to beg me, he got close enough to see his face and how desperate he looked. He begged me for the sake of his family. My Achilles heel. I remember lowering my sniper for a moment. I was actually going to disobey, I was going to let him go. But the rat took his chance and ran for it, killing on of my best friends, and distant cousin however many times removed, on his way, as a pay back for scaring him. It was a mistake. I got him in the distance but from that moment I knew it was my fault. My family died because I hesitated, because I doubted myself and my orders, I doubted my family once and now one of them was dead. Never again will a doubt an order, never again will I disobey. I am a part of the Italian Mafia, Fausto, Luca, they have all been good to me. I will never not show my complete gratitude again.
When I was 22, Linny came back. Lissy by the way had dropped out of college and working as an art thief and an incredibly skilled forger. She called me all the time, would drop by occasionally. She was doing well for herself although it hurt me to know that she and Linny had not spoken since they were 16, so four years. Anyways. Linny came back to visit. There was something different about her. She was still the same Linny on the outside but you could tell she had experienced somethings that she had a hard time accepting. I never pushed it with her, Linny and I never really had deep conversations, that was my relationship with Lissy. Linny was more one of my buddies. Soon she went to Africa. I kept working. Just recently my father was arrested for corruption, accept bribes, etc. He was convicted, put behind bars. I got ahold of Linny and she should be on her way back. She said she needed a break and she wanted to be here for dad. I wasn't able to get ahold of Lissy but I left her a message. Hopefully she gets it.
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