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Name: Rick Barrow

Nickname:

Age: 19

Birthday: July 9th

Sign: Cancer

Gemstone: Ruby

Blood Type: A

Fav. Food: Meaty Chili, Hotdogs with mustard, California Rolls

Hated Food: Shellfish… the texture is just so… it’s like gritty erasers in butter sauce.

School: Destiny City University

Hobbies:

Skateboarding- He’s never going to be making videos for youtube, or doing an extreme competition, but he likes what he does. He can’t afford top of the line equipment and he’s repaired his board a few times and doubts it will hold up to much more abuse before he has to break into his savings and replace it, but he gets around. He watches other people doing tricks as though he’s trying to memorize the physics involved, but he’s not sure they can afford the bills if he wipes out too hard.

Scrimshaw: A skill he learned from his grandfather, because it afforded a certain atmosphere of peace and personal space, even if that space was largely inside his own head, Rick knows something about Scrimshaw, making tiny, intricate patterns in bone or ivory with needles and knives and rubbed in ink (you can always tell he’s been doing it because his fingers are smudged black from liking to be hands on). He can’t always get materials, but he’s experimented with old tile and other materials he thinks might work, not always to good ends, but you never know unless you try. He’d also like to learn woodworking but doesn’t have the space or materials for the projects he’d like to try.

Virtues:


Sensible -- Whatever he might personally want, Rick has learned a certain degree of sensibility. He tries not to take risks if he doesn’t think he can afford the cost, and can be surprisingly intuitive about guessing what those costs might be. There’s always unknowns, but he does his best.

Roll with it -- Rick looks more likely to headbutt you than to adjust his plans, but he’s had to learn over time because sometimes things just don’t work out and punching a hole in the drywall just means more problems for literally everyone. (He did this once. He doesn’t want to talk about it, and will only note that getting your fingers splinted looks about 1/8th as badass as you’d think and it doesn’t in the first place.) You can’t correct problems in Scrimshaw either, you can only take the mistakes into the design and make the most of it.

Flaws:

e.g.

Territorial -- Having spent almost his entire life sharing space with someone, Rick ias both used to sharing and deeply, passionately resentful of it. He hates hand me downs, he hates shared spaces, and anything that is uniquely -his- he will defend, and isn’t above making threats, physical or verbal, to do it.

Trend Resenter: He loves California rolls, and he kind of hates that he loves them. Sushi is just so… so obnoxiously trendy. So ‘too much disposable income’, and he both envies and resents people who can casually just buy whatever they want and not figure it into a budget, and this stems directly into hating things that start becoming trendy, to the point he can get pushy and rude with his opinion. If you’re actually suffering from Celiac or Lactose intolerance, fine, but other than that, stuff your pop records, your gluten free soy whatevers and ship your (bleeping) Paleo diet back to Jurassic Park where it belongs and -get it out of his face-.


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION


Eyes: Green, with hints of gold-green.

Hair: Walnut brown, a little purposefully disheveled, frequently left with part of his bangs over one eye, the better to give you sullen looks with.

Face: Sharp around the edges, with a thin mouth prone to looking permanently discontent. Even when he smiles it tends to look somewhat like a line from Shakespeare. (“Here there be daggers in men’s smiles.”)

Clothes: Mostly used stuff, battered sneakers, jeans starting to wear out in the cuffs and knees, slightly too large t-shirts and a well used leather coat with stitched on patches, some of which are older than he is, and some are considerably more modern, this being the one hand me down he doesn’t seem to hate.