Post by jonathon oliver bennett on Jun 26, 2012 6:20:18 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME jonathon oliver bennett. AGE & DOB twenty six, seventh of march. HOMETOWN Boston, Massachusetts. ETHNICITY caucasion, american. LANGUAGES SPOKEN english, italian, spanish, russian, portuguese, pashto, dari, arabic, and a little bit of a couple of others (basically enough to swear vivdly and/or ask a girl out) SEXUAL ORIENTATION heterosexual HAIR COLOR brown. EYE COLOR brown. HEIGHT & WEIGHT about 6 foot 2 inches and around 185 pounds. DISTINGUISHING MARKS tattoo of sun design on top left hand side of chest. a scar on his back about 6 inches long, vertical. a couple of other hundred scars everywhere, all pretty small, none more than a few cm long. LIKES/DISLIKES - likes: -- beer. -- fixing up classic cars. -- women. -- sleeping in on sundays. -- eating good food. -- josephine (his unofficial little sister) bugging him. -- jokes. -- a good gun/weapon. -- poker. -- teasing people. -- hamburgers with pretty much everything on them. -- flirting. -- sex. - dislikes: -- people calling him johnny. -- commitment to women. -- new york times crossword. -- tofu. -- talking about the past, especially his childhood or his time in the army. -- yappy little dogs. -- dried pine apple. -- losing a job to someone else. -- failing a job. -- anyone threatening josephine. -- the nightmares he often has. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES - strengths: -- picking up new things like languages. -- charming people. -- getting people to under estimate him. -- weaponry/hand to hand fighting/all that green beret stuff. -- cooking. -- maintaining an emotional distance from women. -- driving/fixing cars. - weaknesses: -- a pretty woman. -- gardening. -- basically anything that involves a paint brush. -- computer stuff/hacking. -- josephine. -- the die hard movies. -- a good pizza or hamburger. SECRETS one. jon has nightmares about his times in the american army. usually it's seeing his team mates get blown up or the civilians he had to shoot but sometimes there's stuff from his childhood. two. he does love josephine as if she were his little sister and would do anything for her. basically, he'd kill anyone who ever hurt her so god help the guys she dates. three. he really was heart broken when rebekah left him and he hasn't really gotten over it. | in depth |
PERSONALITY
really? fine. so i'm basically a badass all the time. think ladies, cars and beer with a good dash of killing. yeah, okay so i'm a bit too comfortable with people, i'm more likely to drop the word darling or sweetheart then ma'am but hey i like women and they like me. usually i'm pretty forward with my intentions, i like to keep things honest and upfront because i don't want anything even touching on the subject of serious. why you ask? well a long time ago there was this girl and i fell in love with her and i thought she fell in love with me and then it all fell to shit and she left me, but hey, i'm fine now. really, i am. back to me, so i like people, i'm sociable, i'll go out to bars and stuff. i drink, i get people to talk. actually it's pretty handy to be this charismatic, you know, since sometimes i need it for work.
i'm a pretty stand up guy overall, and yes i know, i kill/con/thieve from/abduct whatever people as a job but hey someone's got to do it and it just so happens i have the right skills for it. okay so i'm morally ambiguous but hey, that's why i get paid the big bucks. so anyway, i'm getting off track again. i like to think i'm funny, pretty nice, you know, a decent guy. i know i'm very protective of the ones that are close to me, just look at josie, i'd kill for that girl, and yes i know, i'm teaching her to thieve and stuff but she has her heart set on it and i just want her to be happy. besides, i have about fourty beefy ex-military guys working for me, if they can't look after her, well then i have a problem. so when i get angry at someone i tend to be pretty standard. at first i'll try and laugh it off, if it's worse than that i'll yell a bit. the next step is when i get angry enough to put my fist through a wall, don't worry though, i never hit a lady so really it's the males over eighteen that need to worry. you know i'm really angry though when i freeze over. yeah it sounds weird but basically i just ignore you, i guess people would say i get emotionally detatched to the point where i can seriously damage the relationship. i guess i should add i am not a forgiving guy.
don't worry though, i'm usually pretty relaxed, i tend to roll with the punches as they say. sometimes, okay all the time, i get real stubborn about things, and i'm usually too proud to say i'm sorry but hey, i'm still adorable. because of my days in the army, you'd be surprised to find that i'm very focused and very disciplined. i have rules for a lot of things like no drinking on the job, don't take any job involving rape, don't have sex with anyone related to your best friend and never ever fall in love. yes we're back to the love thing, and yes it's a cliche but i have my reasons. you already know about the girl who smashed my heart on the ground, and then there's my mother who fell in love with my father who proceeded to bash the living shit out of her every time he could, and then there was me loving my mother but she ended up dying on me, and then there were all the foster families that said they loved you but they never really meant it, especially when the father's had wandering eyes or hands. see? i'm pretty screwed up, but it's okay because i believe that i've come out on top.
i guess i've developed this coping mechanism as a brain-shrinker would call it. i act all goofy and stupid on top but down deep i'm a killing machine who's very intelligent. i have to say, it has helped me with my job. everyone always underestimates me and it always sucks to be them. i actually find it pretty hilarious when you see their faces when they realise they've been duped. it always makes my day.
i'm a pretty stand up guy overall, and yes i know, i kill/con/thieve from/abduct whatever people as a job but hey someone's got to do it and it just so happens i have the right skills for it. okay so i'm morally ambiguous but hey, that's why i get paid the big bucks. so anyway, i'm getting off track again. i like to think i'm funny, pretty nice, you know, a decent guy. i know i'm very protective of the ones that are close to me, just look at josie, i'd kill for that girl, and yes i know, i'm teaching her to thieve and stuff but she has her heart set on it and i just want her to be happy. besides, i have about fourty beefy ex-military guys working for me, if they can't look after her, well then i have a problem. so when i get angry at someone i tend to be pretty standard. at first i'll try and laugh it off, if it's worse than that i'll yell a bit. the next step is when i get angry enough to put my fist through a wall, don't worry though, i never hit a lady so really it's the males over eighteen that need to worry. you know i'm really angry though when i freeze over. yeah it sounds weird but basically i just ignore you, i guess people would say i get emotionally detatched to the point where i can seriously damage the relationship. i guess i should add i am not a forgiving guy.
don't worry though, i'm usually pretty relaxed, i tend to roll with the punches as they say. sometimes, okay all the time, i get real stubborn about things, and i'm usually too proud to say i'm sorry but hey, i'm still adorable. because of my days in the army, you'd be surprised to find that i'm very focused and very disciplined. i have rules for a lot of things like no drinking on the job, don't take any job involving rape, don't have sex with anyone related to your best friend and never ever fall in love. yes we're back to the love thing, and yes it's a cliche but i have my reasons. you already know about the girl who smashed my heart on the ground, and then there's my mother who fell in love with my father who proceeded to bash the living shit out of her every time he could, and then there was me loving my mother but she ended up dying on me, and then there were all the foster families that said they loved you but they never really meant it, especially when the father's had wandering eyes or hands. see? i'm pretty screwed up, but it's okay because i believe that i've come out on top.
i guess i've developed this coping mechanism as a brain-shrinker would call it. i act all goofy and stupid on top but down deep i'm a killing machine who's very intelligent. i have to say, it has helped me with my job. everyone always underestimates me and it always sucks to be them. i actually find it pretty hilarious when you see their faces when they realise they've been duped. it always makes my day.
FAMILY LIFE
basically, my childhood was shit. my father bashed me and my mum, drank way too much and spent all the money my mum managed to scrape together working all hours of the day. after my father killed my mum, it was off to the foster homes where i was thrown from one family to the next until i was sixteen and i got out. that was my childhood. do i want to talk about it more? no.
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
warren mansfield - father, no idea about the age, probably jobless. i haven't seen my father since i was ten when i finally got out from him knocking me and my mum around. of course that came at the expense of my mother dying. he never liked me, he was a stupid old bastard, yelling that i was nothing, that i'd always be nothing. it's kind of funny how he never got the irony. if only he could see me now. i'm owner of bennett solutions, a private military company with about six million dollars in a swiss bank account.
jane bennett - mother, died at thirty two, was a waitress at the local pub - i loved my mum. she was the one who got between me and my father when he came at me and mistook me for a punching bag. she was the one who kept it together even though he was constantly threatening to kill her and me if she ever left him. she got me to school, worked all hours of the day to put food in my stomach...it's why i changed my name back to bennett. i've always only thought of myself as having one parent, and she was it. to remember her i wear her st. christopher's medal. i never take it off. i still get sad about her death, and i still have nightmares about coming home and finding her body. eh, heavy.
josephine talbot - unofficial sister, seventeen, in her final year of high school and staying at a boarding school in switzlerland so she can get a proper education. so the relationship between me and jose is pretty complicated. ever since i found her trying to hack my computers, she's been a thorn in my side but i still want to protect her with everything i have. she's grown on me and since she started trusting me a couple of months after i first brought her home, she's taken to nagging me about pretty much everything. according to her, i never eat any vegetables or fruit, i never pay the bills and i mistreat women, as if i wasn't living well enough before she came. but i know it makes her happy so i play along. god, if anyone hurt her...well there would be one less person in the world.
jane bennett - mother, died at thirty two, was a waitress at the local pub - i loved my mum. she was the one who got between me and my father when he came at me and mistook me for a punching bag. she was the one who kept it together even though he was constantly threatening to kill her and me if she ever left him. she got me to school, worked all hours of the day to put food in my stomach...it's why i changed my name back to bennett. i've always only thought of myself as having one parent, and she was it. to remember her i wear her st. christopher's medal. i never take it off. i still get sad about her death, and i still have nightmares about coming home and finding her body. eh, heavy.
josephine talbot - unofficial sister, seventeen, in her final year of high school and staying at a boarding school in switzlerland so she can get a proper education. so the relationship between me and jose is pretty complicated. ever since i found her trying to hack my computers, she's been a thorn in my side but i still want to protect her with everything i have. she's grown on me and since she started trusting me a couple of months after i first brought her home, she's taken to nagging me about pretty much everything. according to her, i never eat any vegetables or fruit, i never pay the bills and i mistreat women, as if i wasn't living well enough before she came. but i know it makes her happy so i play along. god, if anyone hurt her...well there would be one less person in the world.
HISTORY
so my life started in boston where in a brief affair with one of the men from the bar she worked at, my mum got pregnant. don't ask me how but they got married soon after she found out. i guess my father thought he'd found someone to slave after him and in a way he was right. i can't really remember the early years, except for glimpses of my mother reading to me at night, or hiding in the dinky cupboard in my room while i hid from my father's rage. at around five and six it gets clearer, i was off to school by then. of course it was one in the rough neighborhood, made it easier for my dad to hit me and for the teachers not to care. sometimes a young, green one came through and talked to child services but i always ended up at home with my father twice as pissed because i'd gotten him pulled out of a bar.
school was pretty uneventful, i was bright but it was a lot easier to muck up in class then sit there and concentrate. i didn't do too well in these years because basically i didn't care. i wanted to get my mum and take her away, somewhere where we could both be safe from harm. since the other kids did this too, it was all too easy to deal with the detentions. and then my mum heard about them. jeez, i'd never seen her so angry in my life. she yelled at me for a good hour before she finally calmed down and asked me to do better. being the mummy's boy that i was, i agreed instantly and set about doing as well as i could. at this point in my schooling life my grades were straight a's. i also got into sports around here. basketball, soccer, football, they all took up my time after school. i guess my mum figured that if i was away from the house then father couldn't get at me. so life wasn't great but it was getting better. then it all changed.
one afternoon, when i was ten i came home to find the place trashed. my mum was lying in the hallway, blood oozing from her head and her arm in a twisted, awkward position. god, i remember the smell of blood choking me as i rushed to her side, tried to help her but her lying still. i guess i started screaming then because the next thing i know there's neighbors and cops and hospital staff. they're all asking me questions, 'what happened?' 'who did this?' 'where's your father?'. i went into shock for a couple of days, alternating between staring at the wall and crying my eyes out. sometime later i found out that the reason my mum never left him was because he told her he was going to kill me if she did. before that she always said she loved him and sometimes i think she did. i never really understood that. soon they stopped caring, they gave me a couple of things from the house, my clothes, my mum's necklace, my sport stuff, and then it was off to the foster homes. the first couple were alright, they had taken in too many kids but they wouldn't admit it to themselves. you had to give them props for trying. the first night, i was sharing a room with two other boys in the system, i started crying and one of them, he was about thirteen, hit me in the stomach. he said, 'never cry. these ones are alright but other foster parents, they'll take pleasure from it'. i never forgot those words and i haven't shed a tear since.
i moved around four times in middle school. life was okay, when i was at the better foster homes my grades would do well and when it came to the homes with the controlling parents i'd go all out devil. i remember one woman saying i'd never find a home because i was too stupid. she said something about me ending up in a bar like my father soaked through with booze but i'm not really sure because soon after she started screaming at me because i was cutting up her chanel purse. yeah, i was a terror in those days, always cheeky to my teachers. then came highschool. i guess i had always been a ladies man. to cover up the pain i developed this flirty jokester mask and it seemed to work on them. i guess it didn't hurt that with all the sport i was doing i was getting pretty damn muscled. i never had much money, but i took a job at a mechanic shop while i was staying at this one nice house. ex-army the owner was. liam rouke. he showed me how to take apart and put back together a car, to drive it, even how to steal one if i needed to. i liked him. he drank beer but never too much and encouraged me in all my sports.
i moved around three times during my high school years and eventually i dropped out at sixteen. went to work for liam and continued to listen to his stories about his time in the army. he kept trying to get me back into school, to do something with my life but i wasn't interested. see the last home i was in was the worst. the mother and father there had been good at hiding the abuse, mainly by doing it psychologically. they always told me i was shit. never knew why, i guess they were just bitter people. they couldn't have kids of their or something, i don't know, i didn't really care. anyway they had this unholy love of the bible and kept making me read it when they thought i did something wrong. they locked me in my room and went through my things when i was at school. after a while the words and everything gets to you so i left. so i was working at the car shop and then one day liam says to me 'hey jon, have you thought about going into the army?'. i'd never really thought about it before. i knew that people got messed up from going to war and that there was all sorts of emotional crap going on but i was getting bored at the garage. i wanted to see the world.
so liam took me to the local recruiter, i signed up and in i went. i passed training with flying colours and went into a tour of afghanistan soon after. it was hard over there, a lot harder than i thought it would be, but i dealt with it. when i came back they offered me a place in special ops, green beret, i was about nineteen then. i know they thought i was a little young but i was a lot more mature than other soldiers and i was pretty much the perfect candidate. i had no family to have me feeling home sick, i was already pretty screwed up in the head, i wanted to travel and i was good at killing. it was all they wanted so i was put through special operations training and i went on to do another two tours, one in iraq and the other again in afghanistan. after that i headed down to south america for some classified missions down there. basically, i'm legally not allowed to talk about this stuff because it's still classified but lets just say i had the permission of blah to use blah to kill blah blah. get the picture? when i was twenty three, this changed again. we were in columbia, battling it out with the local cartel when someone betrayed our team.
seven out of fifteen soldiers died in action. i was one of the few survivors and man it killed me. these men were like brothers to me and to watch them die like that was painful to say the least. so i retired, took an honourable discharge and ended up at a private military firm. basically i did the same thing as before but for better pay. it was good there, i was good at my job and i learned quickly how everything worked. six months later i quit my job and began my own firm. i took a couple of the guys from that firm with me and i put everything i had into it. it's been great, i've built it into a business that has provided for me for the rest of my life and i've given jobs to the guys that need it, mainly ex army buddies. however, it seems i've missed out on two key events that happened in my post army years. the first is that i met rebekah, this beautiful, fiery girl who had me by the heart the first time i saw her. god i loved how she had fire in her. a few weeks in and we were living together, totally in love. then one day she's up and gone. everything of hers is missing and i'm left wondering what the hell i'd done to myself. well suffice it to say, that was the end of ever thinking about living with a female again.
the next event occured about a year and a half ago now. i went back to the office one night and found josie trying to hack into my network and steal secrets from me. when i went to go and aprehend her, she pulled a knife and took a swing. fiery little one she was, and i don't know why but i asked her if she wanted a safe place to sleep tonight. i think she thought i meant i wanted to have sex with her because she tried to stab me again so then i had to explain to her my childhood and how i just thought she might want to have somewhere that didn't require a john. god she was only fourteen then. i hated seeing her like that. skinny, so obviously scared, and keeping a knife on her at all times. later i found out she was trying to electronically rob me of some funds and that she was quite the computer hacker. so i took her home, gave her some of my clothes and the spare bedroom, even gave her the key to it so she would feel totally safe. i cooked her dinner - yes i can cook, learned while in south america - and sent her off to bed. we went on in a kind of strange silence broken only by small talk every now and then as i tried to get her to feel comfortable.
at first it was supposed to only be a short term thing but then i realised that we were getting closer until one day i realised she was like the little sister i never had and wasn't sure i wanted. slowly the conversation became friendlier as she shared some of her history with me and somehow we became best friends of sorts. when i asked her about school, she shrugged and said she didn't want to go back. i guess it was kind of like liam pushing me to do something with my life so i pushed at it until she accepted to go back to school. i sent her to the best high school i could find where she would really get the education that would get her into any college. that's where she is now, st mary's college. a co-ed school i know, and i'm always asking her if there's a boy i need to bash up, but she's dealing with it. i know it's hard for her to go to a rich kid school but i've provided her with everything she needs and i know she's a good kid so she'll be fine. don't ever tell her this but i think i also sent her there because of it's top notch security. i've made a lot of enemies in the last couple of years and i don't want her hurt.
i don't want anyone to hurt her anymore so i'm hiding her there until she's strong enough to join me. i talked to her about the future and she said she wants to join me. usually i would have said hell no, but i can't really say that can i? she's had it worse than me and she's choosing this life. i don't know, i feel like i should push her to something like law, she's smart enough to do it, but i know she'd never enjoy it. rock meet hard place. anyway so i started my firm in new york and now i've moved it down to valkyrie because i've been getting a lot more business down here. it should be fun, i've definately seen a lot of beautiful women down here. i think i'm going to enjoy myself.
[/td][/tr]school was pretty uneventful, i was bright but it was a lot easier to muck up in class then sit there and concentrate. i didn't do too well in these years because basically i didn't care. i wanted to get my mum and take her away, somewhere where we could both be safe from harm. since the other kids did this too, it was all too easy to deal with the detentions. and then my mum heard about them. jeez, i'd never seen her so angry in my life. she yelled at me for a good hour before she finally calmed down and asked me to do better. being the mummy's boy that i was, i agreed instantly and set about doing as well as i could. at this point in my schooling life my grades were straight a's. i also got into sports around here. basketball, soccer, football, they all took up my time after school. i guess my mum figured that if i was away from the house then father couldn't get at me. so life wasn't great but it was getting better. then it all changed.
one afternoon, when i was ten i came home to find the place trashed. my mum was lying in the hallway, blood oozing from her head and her arm in a twisted, awkward position. god, i remember the smell of blood choking me as i rushed to her side, tried to help her but her lying still. i guess i started screaming then because the next thing i know there's neighbors and cops and hospital staff. they're all asking me questions, 'what happened?' 'who did this?' 'where's your father?'. i went into shock for a couple of days, alternating between staring at the wall and crying my eyes out. sometime later i found out that the reason my mum never left him was because he told her he was going to kill me if she did. before that she always said she loved him and sometimes i think she did. i never really understood that. soon they stopped caring, they gave me a couple of things from the house, my clothes, my mum's necklace, my sport stuff, and then it was off to the foster homes. the first couple were alright, they had taken in too many kids but they wouldn't admit it to themselves. you had to give them props for trying. the first night, i was sharing a room with two other boys in the system, i started crying and one of them, he was about thirteen, hit me in the stomach. he said, 'never cry. these ones are alright but other foster parents, they'll take pleasure from it'. i never forgot those words and i haven't shed a tear since.
i moved around four times in middle school. life was okay, when i was at the better foster homes my grades would do well and when it came to the homes with the controlling parents i'd go all out devil. i remember one woman saying i'd never find a home because i was too stupid. she said something about me ending up in a bar like my father soaked through with booze but i'm not really sure because soon after she started screaming at me because i was cutting up her chanel purse. yeah, i was a terror in those days, always cheeky to my teachers. then came highschool. i guess i had always been a ladies man. to cover up the pain i developed this flirty jokester mask and it seemed to work on them. i guess it didn't hurt that with all the sport i was doing i was getting pretty damn muscled. i never had much money, but i took a job at a mechanic shop while i was staying at this one nice house. ex-army the owner was. liam rouke. he showed me how to take apart and put back together a car, to drive it, even how to steal one if i needed to. i liked him. he drank beer but never too much and encouraged me in all my sports.
i moved around three times during my high school years and eventually i dropped out at sixteen. went to work for liam and continued to listen to his stories about his time in the army. he kept trying to get me back into school, to do something with my life but i wasn't interested. see the last home i was in was the worst. the mother and father there had been good at hiding the abuse, mainly by doing it psychologically. they always told me i was shit. never knew why, i guess they were just bitter people. they couldn't have kids of their or something, i don't know, i didn't really care. anyway they had this unholy love of the bible and kept making me read it when they thought i did something wrong. they locked me in my room and went through my things when i was at school. after a while the words and everything gets to you so i left. so i was working at the car shop and then one day liam says to me 'hey jon, have you thought about going into the army?'. i'd never really thought about it before. i knew that people got messed up from going to war and that there was all sorts of emotional crap going on but i was getting bored at the garage. i wanted to see the world.
so liam took me to the local recruiter, i signed up and in i went. i passed training with flying colours and went into a tour of afghanistan soon after. it was hard over there, a lot harder than i thought it would be, but i dealt with it. when i came back they offered me a place in special ops, green beret, i was about nineteen then. i know they thought i was a little young but i was a lot more mature than other soldiers and i was pretty much the perfect candidate. i had no family to have me feeling home sick, i was already pretty screwed up in the head, i wanted to travel and i was good at killing. it was all they wanted so i was put through special operations training and i went on to do another two tours, one in iraq and the other again in afghanistan. after that i headed down to south america for some classified missions down there. basically, i'm legally not allowed to talk about this stuff because it's still classified but lets just say i had the permission of blah to use blah to kill blah blah. get the picture? when i was twenty three, this changed again. we were in columbia, battling it out with the local cartel when someone betrayed our team.
seven out of fifteen soldiers died in action. i was one of the few survivors and man it killed me. these men were like brothers to me and to watch them die like that was painful to say the least. so i retired, took an honourable discharge and ended up at a private military firm. basically i did the same thing as before but for better pay. it was good there, i was good at my job and i learned quickly how everything worked. six months later i quit my job and began my own firm. i took a couple of the guys from that firm with me and i put everything i had into it. it's been great, i've built it into a business that has provided for me for the rest of my life and i've given jobs to the guys that need it, mainly ex army buddies. however, it seems i've missed out on two key events that happened in my post army years. the first is that i met rebekah, this beautiful, fiery girl who had me by the heart the first time i saw her. god i loved how she had fire in her. a few weeks in and we were living together, totally in love. then one day she's up and gone. everything of hers is missing and i'm left wondering what the hell i'd done to myself. well suffice it to say, that was the end of ever thinking about living with a female again.
the next event occured about a year and a half ago now. i went back to the office one night and found josie trying to hack into my network and steal secrets from me. when i went to go and aprehend her, she pulled a knife and took a swing. fiery little one she was, and i don't know why but i asked her if she wanted a safe place to sleep tonight. i think she thought i meant i wanted to have sex with her because she tried to stab me again so then i had to explain to her my childhood and how i just thought she might want to have somewhere that didn't require a john. god she was only fourteen then. i hated seeing her like that. skinny, so obviously scared, and keeping a knife on her at all times. later i found out she was trying to electronically rob me of some funds and that she was quite the computer hacker. so i took her home, gave her some of my clothes and the spare bedroom, even gave her the key to it so she would feel totally safe. i cooked her dinner - yes i can cook, learned while in south america - and sent her off to bed. we went on in a kind of strange silence broken only by small talk every now and then as i tried to get her to feel comfortable.
at first it was supposed to only be a short term thing but then i realised that we were getting closer until one day i realised she was like the little sister i never had and wasn't sure i wanted. slowly the conversation became friendlier as she shared some of her history with me and somehow we became best friends of sorts. when i asked her about school, she shrugged and said she didn't want to go back. i guess it was kind of like liam pushing me to do something with my life so i pushed at it until she accepted to go back to school. i sent her to the best high school i could find where she would really get the education that would get her into any college. that's where she is now, st mary's college. a co-ed school i know, and i'm always asking her if there's a boy i need to bash up, but she's dealing with it. i know it's hard for her to go to a rich kid school but i've provided her with everything she needs and i know she's a good kid so she'll be fine. don't ever tell her this but i think i also sent her there because of it's top notch security. i've made a lot of enemies in the last couple of years and i don't want her hurt.
i don't want anyone to hurt her anymore so i'm hiding her there until she's strong enough to join me. i talked to her about the future and she said she wants to join me. usually i would have said hell no, but i can't really say that can i? she's had it worse than me and she's choosing this life. i don't know, i feel like i should push her to something like law, she's smart enough to do it, but i know she'd never enjoy it. rock meet hard place. anyway so i started my firm in new york and now i've moved it down to valkyrie because i've been getting a lot more business down here. it should be fun, i've definately seen a lot of beautiful women down here. i think i'm going to enjoy myself.
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ALIAS sigrid.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE way too many.
OTHER CHARACTERS anna camden.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? caution.
RP SAMPLE
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE way too many.
OTHER CHARACTERS anna camden.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? caution.
RP SAMPLE
unnecessary.
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