{ w i n t e r's e n d } || semi-lit

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the people of enfer didn't really care if they got out or not; they believed that once they signed up for welfare and assistance from the state, they were already trapped: just like the people before them.

[Helmuth]

“As you and I walk down Main Street, with all the resident streets and roads running off of it, the entire sense of Enfer is captured in just a few moments. An older woman sits in a rocking chair on her cluttered porch smoking a pipe, in an alley across the street from that woman, two thirteen-year-olds share a bottle of vodka stolen from their parents, a young girl walks down the street alone clutching her swollen six-month-pregnant belly followed by a skinny stray mutt scavenging for food.

As we stop, we watch as the girl turns to stare at the two men leaving the Pearl Chamber's bar on four wheelers. Her limp, leafy hand waves sadly but hopefully at one of the men. The man doesn't even notice. But through the swinging door of the bar, a tall young man with a bruised eye notices as he wipes the table he's wiped since he was six, just as a man from behind the bar, his gruff father, comes around just to lay another blow into the side of his head, shouting at him in a foreign language to get back to work.



We continue down the road that passes the storage service building --- long abandoned --- covered with graffiti of cruel words of other people and the town, Gracie's Market, with its one window smashed in from last Saturday night and another one covered in pleas for employment, and an abused woman slips something into her pocket to try and better care for her five children, as she has been, like most of Enfer's people, since her welfare was cut off.

A single church, that had not held service for over thirteen years since the pastor was shot (though some children whisper that his spirit roams the streets at night) lays directly across the street from the police station and the jail. A single police officer walks in to the station, only having lived there for three years, already stuck, and the only friend of the black blind man that everybody called Speedy. As the man pushes through the door, you catch a glimpse of the pictures of children covering one wall with the overhead banner saying “MISSING.” A young man with dark hair passes the officer, being let go for the only reason that his turn of being in jail was up and that there are more people need in the two cells, and casually walks out the door with the officer's now stolen keys.



As we pass one of the many trailer parks of Enfer, the ground covered with trash, old beer cans, and abandoned toys and dreams, there is a lone boy leaning against a single tree, his numb fingers trying to light another cigarette. Along the way, two children, dirty and poorly dressed for the bitter November, whisper to imaginary friends, trying to ignore the sound of their drunken father beating their crying mother one more time, the threats of leaving bringing harder blows.

As the door swings open to one of the trailers to your right and a twenty-year-old boy storms out past his younger sister hanging the laundry on a line with her toddler beside the worn wicker basket, yelling profanities at his mother, you see a middle-aged woman sitting in a beaten-down recliner staring at the paint chipping on the wall, her expression blank and unresponsive. In the junkyard across the road from that trailer, an older brother instructing his younger brother on how distribute the product that he had swiped from his father's dresser, and telling him not to sell it under a certain price.

The pavement turns to gravel as the worn homes and trailers pass unnoticed in their desperation. As we both reach the edge of the forest, the thorns and shadows forbidding, we stop and watch a skinny grandfather teaching his grandson how to shoot a squirrel without damaging the meat.

Beyond a hill in the distance are only a few farms in the town of Enfer, most of them being left to rot. On one of the few surviving farms is an older girl swinging an ax to chop the winter's firewood to keep her siblings from freezing.”

But all of that was then. And now we're in the dark.

[Helmuth]

that was then. now is now. Enfer, two months after the bombs.

Everybody had been expecting it, but nobody really thought it would come into reality.

The only subject on the radio for the last four months was talk of an American terrorist group, hellbent on purifying the country. Nobody really thought that the US government would really let them get away with it, not even with a threat. It would take them only a day before the bombing to realize that they had inside help.

I can't remember who was the first to see the rising cloud in the distance- Springfield, Missouri, obliterated. All I can remember was the shock and fear, frozen in place, on the people's faces as they absorbed that information. The following morning, electricity was out. No water; no lights; no heat; and no word from the outside barrier of the rest of the world.

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• duke crocker || Helmuth
• chris chambers || Helmuth
• robert hawkins || Helmuth[/size]
• cameron frye || αsн[/size]
• maggie laura jeanne phillippe|| αsн[/size]




• rachel underwood || Helmuth




• cameron frye || Ɖɛϰ
• jane levy || century.
• james franco || century.
• riley adele eddsworth || gryffindor.
• Aaron Malhlen || loulou800





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{ reserved for my characters }



chris :: just your friend :: the fighter ::: twenty-one

~ "I just want to go somewhere... where nobody knows who I am." ~

Gender: “I'm a guy.” || Male.
Age: “I turned 91 this spring.” || 21 years old.
Weight: “I weigh 140.” || 140 lbs.
Height: “I get the tall part of me from my uncle. Or, so they tell me.” || 6'4”.
Hair color: “I guess I have kind of blondish hair, something like a sandy or dirty-blond.” || Dirty blond hair.
Hair length: “Short, grown out, wild. You name it, I have it.” || Chris is well known for his hair; it doesn't matter to him: It's either grown out and shaggy, a neat little buzz-cut, or simply cut like other guys.
Hair style: “If you call getting up in the morning and walking out the door a hair style, then yes, I style my hair.” || Chris just simply likes his hair as it turns out in the morning.
Eye color:“People tell me I have sea-green eyes like my... mama.” || Sea-green eyes.
Face frame: “I have any other kind of face, I guess.” || Chris has a straight, strong jawline and a flat forehead. He owns a button-nose and has a way where, when judging another or keeping his thoughts to himself, mixes some expression between a grimace and a squint.
Body frame: “I don't know, any other guy here.” || Chris is a tall, young man with broad shoulders and a smart look. He maybe psychically big- not huge, but average size- but normally he doesn't show off strength or his body, due to scars.
Appearance flaw: “Well.... I don't have my two little teeth on my bottom gum, due to... an accident.” || His father beat him once that he lost a few teeth and were able to get fake ones expect for two on his bottom gum.
Special modifications: “Everybody here has their scars, if it's psychical or mental. No need to see mine.” || Since his father has always laid a hand on him, Chris has a collection of scars.
A unique look: “I ain't nothing unique. I'm just another one of those lost souls you see flying in the wind.” || What really stands out in Chris is that he has an eye for sorrow and misery; even when he's all joking and playful, messing around, he still owns that little twinkle in his eye that can see right through to you and who you are.
Clothing appearance: “I wear my normal little get up.” || Torn up jeans, red-and-white converse, denim jacket, and hand-me-down t-shirts.
Stereotype: “I'm a thief, or so you've probably heard. And why aren't you afraid?” || Chris doesn't mean to be a thief; he just has to steal, and not because he wants to.





Full name: “Sir Christopher Columbus.” || Christopher Chambers.
First name: “Christopher. But don't call me that.” || Christopher.
Last name: “My last name is Chambers. C-H-A-M-B-E-R-S. Chambers.” || Chambers.
Other name/s: “Hmm, let's see. Sir Chris of the Sea, Mr. Chris, Superman... and anything else you can think of.” || No.
Nickname/s: “Chris.” || Chris.
Birth place & time: “I was born in Indiana, Indianapolis, in 1997 at exactly midnight. Late night surprise, huh?” || Chris was born in Indiana, Indianapolis, in 1997 at midnight.
Personality: "I ain't got nothing to say about me." || Chris is a fairly rough but fiercely loyal, caring, intelligent and sensitive boy who comes from a ruffian family and is viewed as a thief and troublemaker as his alcoholic father is one and so is his hoodlum gang member brother, Eyeball Chambers. Chris knows that his father would still bring down abuse on him despite him growing up and leaving Enfer for good. Before the bombs struck, he was planning to leave to somewhere “where nobody knows who I am.” But after the bombs, Chris has developed some mental strength that keeps himself calm and collected through time in Enfer. Since the bombs have gone off, he has found a way to change his ways.
History: "Ah, well, let's see. Where to start, where to start..." || Chris has always grown up with abuse in his family; alcohol, drugs, domestic violence. Chris has been through it all. He grew up with three older brothers; first, Vic, a man who was shot in a bar at age seventeen; Frankie, a man who now stays down in Riverton's prison for the commitment of r*pe; and Eyeball “Josh”, a 24 year old who lives with his three year old son and seven month old daughter, without any woman for him to help. And his mom has always been out of the picture, but having two younger sisters- Rosy and Franny- he has always had to look out for them. But at age seven, Rosy fell ill and died. Of course, Chris became extra protective over Franny, who died only seven years later after beaten and raped in an ally. And somehow, Chris blames his father for all of it.
Life: “Same old Chamber family.” || Though he's older now and things are now in the past, Chris still lives with his father since he has nowhere else to go; plus, his dad's usually gone off in the bar.
Any flaws: “Any flaws? Everything.” || His whole life is scarred, frayed, and torn.





Social life: “Eyeball, my old man... Frankie. That's it.” || As the years have passed, so has his family members now fade away.
Home: "Home sweet home." || Beat up trailer.
Pet: "Wolf, my good ol' boy." || An Australian shepherd.
Truck/Car: "Ah, this is my ride." || Beat up motorcycle.
Job: “I work down at Gracie's Market. It seems I'm the poor individual who stocks the shelves.” || Gracie's Market.
Phone: “I ain't got one of 'em Twitter-Book things.” || Nope.
Sexual orientation: “I like girls...” || Straight.
Religious orientation: “I've prayed. I've gone to church. I asked a person I can't see for forgiveness and help. And you know what I get? Nothing. I get nothing.” || Though Chris is angry with himself and his life, he has a need to blame it all on unanswered prayers. Yet, deep inside, he still knows he believes.
Crush: “No.” || He is open, but Chris doesn't seem to instantly like girls and have crushes.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: “I ain't got one of them.” || No.
Parents: “My old man. I... I don't know who and where my mama is or what she's doin', but... I hope she's in a better place than I am.” || Only his father.
Wife/Husband: “No, not yet.” || He is unmarried.
Children: “Maybe. Maybe if I get out of this dark pit alive, then maybe I might have a child. Well, if I don't live here.” || Not at the moment.
Family: “Nobody you haven't heard of.” || Just his family.
Other: “No, sir.” || Nope.

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rae :: socially awkward :: the guarded one :: nineteen years old

~ "Yeah. Sure, but there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip. Remember that." ~

Gender: “I'm a girl.” || Female.
Age: “Age matters as much to me as it does to you.” || Rae is 19 years old.
Weight: “120.” || 120 lbs.
Height: “I'm 5'7”.” || 5'7”
Hair color: “Um, pearly white? Bleach white? Somethin' like that.” || A pearly blond.
Hair length: “I keep it shoulder length, I guess.” || Shoulder length hair.
Hair style: “I don't style my hair. I just keep it up in a hat, or braid it back.” || Rae doesn't leave her hair down, unless at night, since it's too much trouble for her. She either keeps it tucked up under a hat or in a fish-bone braid between her shoulders.
Eye color: “I have washed out eyes, kind of like the sea. Or wet stone. A blue-gray, or, so I'm told.” || Rae owns blue-gray eyes.
Face frame: “I have pale skin. Dark under eyes. Um, my nose and cheeks are speckled with freckles, though their light. My nose is long, longer than any other girls, and it's slightly crooked.”
Body frame: “I'm a medium sized girl, I guess.” || Rae stands almost as tall as her father, with a small framed body and slightly chubby face, stomach, and thighs.”
Appearance flaw: “I have a bit wide-set eyes. A strange nose, almost guyish. I don't know, I guess I'm not exactly beautiful.” || Though Rae may not be physically beautiful, her heart and courage is as beautiful as a sunrise.
Special modifications: “I don't got any tattoos, piercings, scars. None of that kind of stuff.” || The only thing she possesses is scars, and that's from getting rough in the woods and messing around.
A unique look: “I don't really know. What makes me unique?” || Rae isn't unique. She's like any other girl, though her fear of not dying is a strength she has against all others.
Clothing appearance: “I wear mostly anything.” || Hunting coat, jeans, boots, braid and hat.
Stereotype: “I don't know. I guess, to everybody else's eyes, I'm that strange girl, you know?” || If you saw Rae, you would instantly stereotype her as a willing girl; a person who will get something done and do it by herself.





Full name: “Rachel. Rachel McGillian.” || Rachel McGillian.
First name: “Rachel, named after my mother, as I am told.” || Rachel.
Last name: “My last name's McGillian. It's pronounced Mic-Gill-E-AN. MIGILLIAN.” | McGillian.
Other name/s: “No, not really.” || No.
Nickname/s: “Rae. Just call me Rae.” || Rae.
Birth place & time: “I was born in Montana, in a small town called Rawlin. It was 1998, at 3:45pm.” || Montana, Rawlin, 1998. At 3:45pm.
Personality: "I'm just... another person here." || Rae's personality is still to be uncovered. At times, when things are hard and stakes are high, she is a fierce young woman when she has to be and doesn't take any lies. At other times, when she's with her family, she tries to keep things light and cheerful, even when all she wants to do is lie down and cry. She never makes threats without taking them out. Rae isn't one of those girls who try and show off. She tries tries to be fun and nice to hang around, and yet sometimes she's too wound up or edgy. Rae is anti-social and a bit socially awkward. She doesn't have much to say unless she wants to talk.
History: "That's my business." || Rae grew up always knowing that she wasn't worth any value. When she was born, she looked nothing like her father. This upset him and he and her mother were always shouting at each other, arguing over if Rae was Jessup's daughter or not. They stayed like that for ten years, Rae always hiding in her bedroom and getting picked on at school. It was on her tenth birthday that her dad disappeared; for seven whole months, he was not seen. During these months, Rae's mom got pregnant with twins. Jessup came back to find these children and was delighted to know that they were his. But still he looked away at Rae, and two months later, Rae's mom left for good. After that, Rae learned to forget about the past and grow up, learning to become strong and helping her brother and sister. It was when she was thirteen that Jessup went to prison for the first time dealing drugs. Since then, he's known to be a thief and a drug-dealer.
Life: "It's the same. Same nightmare everyday." || Rae now lives with her little brother and sister, mostly alone, when Jessup is gone and out breaking the law.
Any flaws: “Everybody's broken down into something. And what's wrong with me?” || From what Rae's been through, she has become somebody stronger and different, and yet she's happy with herself being so.





Social life: “I got my sister, my brother, and my dad.” || Every day, Rae makes sure her siblings eat, while teaching them basic survival skills like hunting and cooking. The family is very poor, as many people in Enfer are. Rae's father, Jessup, has not been home for a long time and his whereabouts are unknown. He is out on bail following an arrest for manufacturing drugs to the local people.
Home: "This is my home." || Small beat up cabin twenty miles outside of Enfer, in "the Brush".
Pet: “I don't have pet, unless you count chickens and goats.” || No.
Truck/Car: "I got my '77 ford. It was my daddy's." || Ford.
Job: “I am currently working odd jobs around town while juggling things at home.” || Rae works for as much as she can get, and doing anything she's good at.
Phone: “I don't have one. There's no connection where I live.” || No.
Sexual orientation: “I'm straight.” || Straight.
Religious orientation: “I'm Christian.” || Christian.
Crush: “I don't have a crush. I don't really plan to, you know, fall in love.” || No, but open.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: “I don't have a boyfriend. I'm against having boyfriends, or guys who think they're my love interest, because boyfriends and girlfriends are really... well, people misuse the term 'in love'. And I don't want to do that.” || Single.
Parents: “I got my dad. My mom, she lives... around, but I haven't talked to her in a long time.” || Her father.
Wife/Husband: “No. No, I plan on getting married. I mean, it might happen but there's this voice in the back of my head saying if I get married, I lose my freedom; I lose myself; I lose everything.” || No.
Children: “I'm... kind of terrified of the thought of a child of my own. Sure, when I was little, I wanted baby, a child, but... I don't think I would be a good mom.” || No.
Family: “I got my sisters and... my dad. And that's it.” || Her brother, sister, and father.
Other: “No.” || No.

~*~*~*~*~

duke :: smuggler :: the sarcastic one :: thirty-four

~ "Why? Why does everybody think I want to help?" ~

Gender: “I'm currently a male. But at night, I get into my woman mode more than often.” || Male.
Age: “Hmm, will seventeen pass? Yes? Then, alright, I'm seventeen.” || Duke is 34 years old.
Weight: “170.” || 170 lbs.
Height: “I'm 6'4".” || 6'4”
Hair color: “I have dark hair, from my mother's side.” || A dark brown color.
Hair length: “I keep it right below my ears, kind of just hanging down... you know?” || Right below his ears.
Hair style: "Ha. Now, here, this is where it gets interesting. I don't style my hair; I just comb it to the sides, and that's all.” || Duke doesn't style his hair, he just lets it fall or he sometimes combs it to the side. This is your typical Duke Crocker.
Eye color: “Um, brown. Want to look?” || Brown eyes.
Face frame: “Um, well, I should note that I am stunningly handsome. But besides that obvious fact, I have a slightly crooked jaw line. A long, straight nose. High cheek bones. Tan skin. You name it, I got it.” || Look at his picture.
Body frame: “I'm tall, lean. I have broad shoulders, but I'm not super strong. Um, I have big hands and long arms?” || Duke is a tall, middle-weight man with nice-sized shoulders and long arms. His hands brush right above his knees.
Appearance flaw: “Flaw? Me, with a flaw? [i]Nonsense!”[/i] || Duke's nose is slightly off, due to a broken nose when he was a teenager. Besides that, he barely keeps his hands clean and isn't one to work out.
Special modifications: “Well, let me see. I have a few tattoos, most of them of dragons and things like that, but that's pretty much it.” || He only has a few tattoos around his biceps and a triskellion between his shoulder blades.
A unique look: “Well, besides my good looks...” || Duke's cockiness and smirk all but make him unique. His eyes speak of wisdom and laughter.
Clothing appearance: “Well, depends on the day and season, don't you agree?” || Duke normally wears clothes consisting of; a under-shirt, cowboy boots, jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt.
Stereotype: “People think I steal, or bring things to other people illegally... so I guess I'm kind of called a smuggler... though a smuggler isn't the right word for me... it's just that this is my job. So to answer your question... I am not a smuggler. I just... um, help people. And I don't like cops.” || Duke is instantly stereotyped as a smuggler, a player, and a drunk. Easy.





Full name: “Duke Edilio Crocker, as your service.” || Duke Edilio Crocker.
First name: “I'm Duke.” || Duke.
Last name: "Last name Crocker. Like, you know, [i]crockerdile. Ha, that's funny, huh? ... right? It's funny, right? .... Fine, don't laugh." [/i] | Crocker.
Other name/s: “Er, my middle name is Edilio, though I just normally go by Ed. And no, not like the werewolf-- wait, I meant vampire. Vampire, yeah, not like the vampire.” || Edilio.
Nickname/s: “Um, just Duke. Or Crocker. Nothing much after that.” || Duke or simply Crocker.
Birth place & time: “I was born in Castle Rock, Maine. January 7th, 1982. I'm... not sure what time. It was early, though, as I am told.” || Castle Rock, Maine, on January 7th, 1982. Time unknown.
Personality: "Ah, well, go ask somebody. You'll probably hear a lot." || Duke is a charming young rogue who runs a shady import/export business from his boat, the Cape Rouge, no questions asked. He will move things for most people if the price is right and he doesn't care to know what it is he is moving. The police, including Nathan, believe him to be a smuggler. People of questionable repute sometimes come to him to get quiet passage out of the country. Recently, with "The Troubles" (the bombs), as he calls them, and with his acquisition of the Grey Gull restaurant, he has taken on a more civic attitude to his business affairs. Duke isn't good with cops, and tries to keep his distance from other people. He doesn't care for strangers, but he will deal with them the way he wants to.
History: "It's kind of shady, but go ahead and feel free to take a seat." || Duke has come back to Enfer because of his father, Simon Crocker, who had made him promise to return if The Troubles ever broke out again. He didn't tell Duke why before he died, but Duke has fulfilled the promise. Duke discovers his father was killed during the previous outbreak of The Troubles. When he was a child, Simon always told Duke that something like this may happen. Of course, with his mother dead- she was beaten by their father- and her sister gone off - she ran away-, and his three older brothers just simply out of town, Duke is always careful and aware of the people he grew up with.
Life: "Um, my life is pretty much the same as it was yesterday. Why? What's happened? Not like I care, but who died?" || Duke lives in a small apartment with a box of beer, a hawk, and his own puke.
Any flaws: “Um, no." || Duke has always denied it, but he still feels pained by his father's passing and his loneliness. Though, of course, Duke always entertains himself by being... well, the annoying little boy he has always been.





Social life: "Um, I have my brothers. My sister, somewhere... and, that's it.” || He is truthfully alone.
Home: "My place, ma'am, is my home.... temporarily." || Duke lives in a small apartment complex just a few miles from Town Hall with an old woman named Suzanne. ((No picture at the moment)).
Pet: “Ah, this my friend, is Leo. Leo, say hello.” || A hawk.
Truck/Car: "Ha, no. I walk; I have no car. But I do have my beautiful boat... on which I use on the river cutting between Enfer and some other town." || He walks; but he has a boat.
Job: “I am currently... helping people, by... um, hauling things in for them?” || Duke is a smuggler.
Phone: “I don't use those things.” || No.
Sexual orientation: “Well, about that...” || It is clear that Duke is straight, due to all the women he sleeps with.
Religious orientation: “You know what? I'm not even going to get into that!” || Undecided.
Crush: “Well... have you seen any good looking women around? Red-heads, perhaps?” || Duke is known to flirt with anybody. So who knows if he actually like them, or just wants them in bed.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: “... Why would you ask such a horrifying question?” || Due to the way he normally dumps a girl after he's used her, I'd say he's single.
Parents: “Dad... and obviously a mother, but they're both dead.” || His parents are dead.
Wife/Husband: “Uh...” || In truth, Duke has been married before; but he was quickly divorced, due to his loss of attention.
Children: “... Yes. I have a daughter. But it's complicated, our relationship.” || Duke has a daughter to another woman, a woman he never really got to know. But he can't meet this daughter, Julia, because he knows that a child wouldn't understand something like that. ((She was adopted by a couple who couldn't have children, since Duke was gone and never knew about this child, and the mother never wanted her.))
Family: “No. No. No family, not for... a long ways.” || Nope.
Other: “... I'm a drunk; a smuggler; a thief; pick-pocket; um... a poker-player. You name it.” || No.





hawkins :: D.C.’s FBI agent :: the mysterious one :: thirty-seven

~ "Listen to your instinct. Not what you hear." ~

Gender: “Male.” || Male.
Age: “42 years old.” || 37 years old.
Weight: “176 pounds.” || 176 lbs.
Height: “I am 6’2”.” || 6’2”.
Hair color: “Black. Obviously. I’m African-American.” || Black.
Hair length: “Short.” || Short hair.
Hair style: “I don’t style it. It’s too short to style, and it seems useless.” || Nope.
Eye color: “Dark brown, like my mother’s.” || Dark brown.
Face frame: “I don’t know, what would you say? My face is round, my jaw small, and my eyes narrowed.” || Look at his picture.
Body frame: “Just a normal body.” || Hawkins is a middle-aged, short, stalky man with a grim, intimidating face from ears of war. The only thing that makes Hawkins really intimidating is his ordinary facial expression and when he talks, he’s giving only a command or pointing something out.
Appearance flaw: “Hawkins doesn’t exactly have the best of teeth, and often he is out-weighted and shorter than most men.” ||
Special modifications: [i]“I only have on tattoo, if that’s what you’re asking.” || The only tattoo Hawkins has is on his left forearm. 1, 12, and 17.
A unique look: “I guess I don’t exactly have that unique look, hmm?” || The only look that makes Hawkins stand out is the look of wisdom in his eyes, yet it is so far out of reach even the closest of people can’t find it.
Clothing appearance: “I wear my usual.” || He wears clothing, a bit more fashion than others in Enfer, consisting of sneakers, jeans, t-shirts.
Stereotype: “An intimidating man whose suffered many years of war.” ||





Full name: “Robert Hawkins.” || Robert Hawkins.
First name: “Robert.” || Robert.
Last name: “Hawkins.” || Hawkins.
Other name/s: “Some people call me Rob, or just simply Hawkins.” || Rob or Hawkins, preferably Hawkins.
Nickname/s: “I just go by Rob.” || Rob.
Birth place & time: “Jordonsfeld, Massachusetts, 1978. I was born at 11:13am.” || Jordonsfeld, Massachusetts, 1978. 11:13am.
Personality: "Just me, I guess." || Hawkins seems to know more than he lets on. He claims to be a cop from St. Louis, Missouri, though his family appears to have lived in Washington, DC before the attacks. He's really a CIA operative. He receives messages from unknown forces, most probably Homeland Security via a laptop computer he keeps in a locked room in his basement. Being a new person in Enfer, Hawkins is mysterious and normally a lot of people don't know what he's up against. At times he's silent and guarded, and at other times he's threatening and prepared.
History: “My wife and I just got divorced. My children are living with their grandmother.” || As the people of Enfer struggle to survive in a changed world, most remain unaware that one of the newest residents, Robert Hawkins, knows a lot more about the attacks than he is letting on. It will be revealed that he is in possession of an unexploded nuclear bomb that was supposed to be used in the attack, but how he came to this and exactly what side he is on remains anything but clear. With no one sure whether he was a good guy or bad guy, he had secrets he was unwilling to share, even with his family. His history had estranged him from his wife and children; but, in truth, they are the only ones he cares about—when he realized the September Attacks were coming, his first thought was to get them to safety.
Life: "I just… live here by myself, you know." || He’s still undercover.
Any flaws: “No.” || Besides the fact that he helped with the Troubles, and he knows things the people of Enfer have no idea about, Hawkins is flawless.





Social life: “I am a lone ranger.” || Nope.
Home: "I bought it from a woman named Hannah. " || Picture here.
Pet: “No.” || No pets.
Truck/Car: "I have a SUV." || Black SUV.
Job: “I don’t have a job at the moment; I’m unemployed.” || No job.
Phone: “No.” || No phone.
Sexual orientation: “Straight.” || Straight.
Religious orientation: “That’s personal business.” || Hawkins believes in God, but he isn’t exactly fearful of sinning.
Crush: “I don’t have time.” || Open.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: “Yes, I have one; but we’re not in touch at the moment.” || Yes, her name is Sara.
Parents: “They’re both dead. Keep the past with the past..” || They’re dead.
Wife/Husband: “My wife, Darcy. But we’re divorced; and I have an old friend.” || His wife, Darcy.
Children: “I have a seven year old boy, Samuel, and and my 16 year old daughter, Allison.” || Samuel and Allison.
Family: “No.” || No.
Other: “No.” || No.

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[klez]

ooc; I apologise, but I am withdrawing my forms.