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Name: Jon Theodore Tully
Nicknames: Tully, ((Teddy, Teddybear: These from his partner. Usually followed by cursing from Jon.))
Approximate Age: 32
Date of Birth: July 19 1978

Occupation: Co Owner of the "Cherries Jubilee" Cafe'

Personality: Jon isn't exactly the type of man most people would expect to find running a cafe', especially if they happen to walk in on one of his routine arguments with his partner, which usually devolve into an angry snarl of "Shut up, you!" directed at his chef and co-owner.
He's a bit of a flirt, when not actively fighting with his partner, though few people take this seriously, and he's unfortunately prone to loosing interest in what he's doing, and it's largely because of his curious relationship with his partner that he's kept up with "Cherries"

Likes: - Western novels and movies (but not John Wayne), Steakhouses (he keeps a notebook of personal reviews), A good micro-brewed beer, girl watching.
Dislikes: - Football, herbal tea, small-dogs in purses, sushi, being mistaken for his partners... 'partner'.

Appearance:
Hair: Dark brown, close to black, Tully wears his hair styled in what he's convinced is a rakish and somewhat 'cool' styling, roughly combed and a bit tousled, with part of it falling toward his face. He completely misses the fact he's done a darn good job imitating 'emo' hair.
Eyes: Light warm brown, usually slightly narrowed and either slightly annoyed or slightly impish and flirty. ((Depending if he's looking at his partner or a pretty woman.))
Face:
Body type: Moderately in shape, Tully clearly doesn't go out of his way to work out, but neither is he out of shape. The shop keeps him too busy to get really out of shape, and his pride insists he occasionally, if not regularly, do enough sit ups to keep from developing a nice middle aged potbelly.
Skin tone: Caucasian with maybe a light touch of tanning-bed tanning. ((ego again, but an far more intermittent vice.))
No tattoos at this time, he hasn't gotten that drunk yet.
Face: Tully tries to use a touch of stubble to salvage his slightly delicate looking jawline from looking too effeminate, though honestly he worries about this a bit too much, especially since his nose (a touch romanesque) and strong cheekbones make it difficult to impossible to actually mistake him for a girl, regardless of how much teasing he might get.

Fashion sense: Tully spends most of the week in shop uniform, a white button down shirt, creased pants and an apron with the shop logo on it. ((Black or white apron with a cherry on it. ))
In his off time, his fashion sense doesn't change that much, and he usually wears button downs in various colors with the sleeves rolled up, a neat pair of jeans (or his uniform pants) and loafers.
Accessories: none

Backstory: Following his parents wishes, and his own lack of focused ambition, Tully actually went to college to study business, training to enter the corporate world as a manager. With his sharp memory for facts and faces, he would have actually done pretty well at this, but he just couldn't get interested, and couldn't be bothered to pursue promotion.
In almost traditional 'Tully' fashion, his interest settled somewhat indirectly on his current profession, when he noticed that people, especially young women were particularly interested in good tea and coffee, and fancy pastries, and he started to consider purchasing an building he'd noticed, for purposes of setting up his fantasy shop... which only left the problem of someone who could actually -bake-.
As a result, the idea probably would have never gotten off the ground, and Tully would have remained a discontent middle manager indefinitely, if he hadn't run into Connor, (Con for short), his co-owner and an old school buddy. Connor, aside from having a talent for driving Jon to enough of a rage to keep him focused, is a skilled and inventive chef, and has the intelligence to point out things Tully might miss, like Tully's own skill for sales banter, born directly from his easy charm and sharp memory.
The only downside to their current arrangement, with both of them living in a divided apartment above the shop, is that they're rumored, especially in the giggling whispers of some of the shops teenage clientele, to be an gay couple, regardless of how often Tully protests his preference for women. Watching the owners "Flirt" (read: fight.) has become one of the appeals of the shop among certain groups.

Prompt response:: (( FROM THE CONTEST: YAYYYYY))

'You've never liked going out to Oldpeka. It gives you the heebie jeebies, and after dark it's even worse! You were out there today (your reasons are your own) and you didn't notice the sun going down! What happens when you try to get back to Central?'

Jon Theodore Tully was not nearly as adventurous as he would like people to think he was, but that unfortunately didn't always stop him from making choices he'd regret sooner or later. Today it was sooner. He especially didn't plan on admitting he'd been trying to rescue a lost sounding kitten, which was currently digging it's extremely sharp little claws into him and ruining his shirt. Its hungry cries were becoming increasingly grating as his nerves became more rattled.
"Oh shut up." He hissed, picking his way anxiously through the ruins along the wall. Hadn't it been somewhere along here? The narrow crack in the wall? Had he gotten turned around? Had he seen that splash of graffiti before? It all looked the same in the growing dark, and it was easy to imagine a gene-modder or something equally alarming popping out of the shadows and doing... whatever it was crazy people who modified their genes did. Crazy bad things, obviously.
Con was probably back at the apartment, and probably didn't even know that anything was wrong. Hell, for all he knew he'd opened up the dividing door again and was going through Jon's apartment just to re-arrange things...

Granted he tended to occasionally imagine Connor doing things that were more immature than Con actually tended to do, but he imagined it never the less, the frustration kept him moving, instead of freezing in place out of terror. He was increasingly sure he wasn't alone, but whoever was following him managed to stay out of sight quite easily, skirting just on the outside edge of his vision, and he gripped the kitten just tightly enough to make it squeak in protest, and clap him on the jaw until he loosened his grip again.

"You remind me of Connor." He grumbled at the kitten, who stared up at him with slightly luminous eyes, and then turned to peer over the curve of his hand at someone in the shadows.

Jon would hardly admit it later, but he was half sure he'd drop from spontaneous heart failure at the shadow that abruptly emerged from the darkness. A young girl, somewhere in her late teens, who had eyes that caught the dim light and threw it back the same way the kitten's did.

"You look lost." She sounded amused by this, smug, and as catlike as her eyes, and she didn't wait for an answer, which was just as well, since Jon's mouth had gone so dry he wasn't sure he could have done anything other than squeak like a rusty door. She reached for the kitten, and he handed it to her, with even less idea why he did that, only that the kitten seemed considerably less alarmed by her than he was. "A hundred yards straight ahead." The girl shrugged, scratching the kitten behind the ears, then making soft cooing sounds to it. For the first time he'd heard, it was purring, and making little kneading gestures with it's front paws. "Better hurry before it gets full dark."

Jon didn't need any further encouragement to follow her instructions, though half an hour later, hastening toward home and debating throwing his clothes, ruined with cement dust from the edges of the hole, into the compactor, he considered he might have considered catching her name.

Pictures:
-Uncert: by Scroll
-Nervous- Art by Scroll, assembly by Silverah

Music:
-- This selection has been brought to you by "For The Lulz".
-I wanna be a Cowboy - His name is Ted. 3nodding

NaNoEndMo Fics:
Booziness Meeting - By Me
New Years - By Me
You Belong to Me- By Me
Hard to Miss - By Me

Other:
The Hold all for random shiz:

-It is in fact permissible to have somewhere heard the persistent rumor that Tully and his Partner are a couple. This rumor infuriates Tully. This may have something to do with it's persistence.

Swing Low Sweet Cherry-ote (And Pay High):

Writ, looking for a job, finds his way to the Jubilee, which is hiring.

+2 Aching Feet, +1 Trickster, -1 Hiring Sign, +1 Potential Mistake

There goes the Neighborhood

Tully and Connor kick up their feet, watch some Clint Eastwood, and discuss their new neighbor in all his... Glory.

+30 Scoffing +10 Beer.

((+40 Angry plotting for Connor.))

You, Me and Coyote makes Three

Tully cooks some steaks and drops the tidbit on how he may possibly have given a gene-modder (Writ) a trial period working for the shop.
Connor is notably unimpressed.

+1 Steak, +1 Greenbean(s), +2 Beer, +10,000 irritated partner points.