Post by Michael Vael on Apr 20, 2024 9:45:09 GMT -5
WELCOME TO LOS EUROSIA,
MICHAEL ALLEN VAEL
"Well, I'm an all or nothing, take it like a man
So don't drag it out if we ain't got a chance
Oh, don't feed me lines or bite your tongue
A good goodbye, don't pull a punch"
BASICS
NAME: Michael Vael
AGE: 31 years old
BIRTHDATE: February 15th (Aquarius)
PRONOUNS: He/Him
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Rancher/Veterinarian
Does work on the family ranch but is also an established veterinarian in a county clinic (located about halfway between the Vael ranch and Los Eurosia). They mostly deal with large animals (such as horses and cows) but also the typical/everyday dog, cat, ferret, etc. Since the clinic offers cheaper services than most places in-town, plenty of people are willing to make the drive. They do not do appointments (unless it's a spay/neuter or other surgery) but, instead, are walk-in only. There's usually a queue formed at the doors at opening.
Open Monday-Friday*, 8am-4pm.
Only open on the 1st and 3rd Saturday of each month.
Closed on Sunday.
*No DVM in office on Thursdays, only techs
Since Michael lives close enough to the clinic, too, he offers "emergency" services outside of typical daylight hours.
NEIGHBORHOOD: Michael lives with his family on a ranch about 30 miles outside of the city
MEMBER GROUP: Ex-Blackstorm / Hunter (Guild)
Michael and his family were "assimilated" into the Guild a little over a year ago. They were essentially given the choice to be killed or to be used and, after some initial resistance, they opted for the latter. Before, the Vaels operated a family ranch that had a low-key/down-low reputation of being a "Gifted haven/sanctuary". A place that offered safety and understanding (or perhaps just room and supper) to wayward or displaced Gifted individuals, be it for only a couple of days or longer.
When the Guild caught wind of this, they initially moved to destroy it. But upon discovering the useful Gifts of the family (especially Mike and his brother)... and contemplating the convenience of their homestead being an established "beacon" for Gifted... they stilled their hand.
In the year since then, the Vael ranch has been forced to maintain its reputation as a Gifted haven/sanctuary. Only now it's more falsity than truth. They're a lure. The Guild themselves sort of "advertise" the homestead; peddling their whispered existence through whatever underground channels they think might entice Gifted to seek the ranch out. For his part, Michael tries his best to be as unfriendly/unobliging as possible and send off anyone who shows up, but often the Guild has operatives on the ranch who ensure the gate always opens.
The ranch is also utilized as a sort of Guild "safehouse" when needed, though the Vael family isn't usually very pleased/accommodating about it.
Michael and his brother, better known in the Guild as "Duck" and "Goose" (respectively), are called upon to assist in hunting assignments semi-frequently. With Michael's reactive adaption and power immunity, he makes an effective tool against Gifted with mental abilities that others can't get close to. And his brother's ability of power absorption/nullification has its obvious perks. They are often dubbed the "Mercy Brothers", as they usually advocate/plea/beg for their target(s) to simply desist, surrender, and be stripped of their Gift rather than be killed.
(Due to his Gifts, a Guild tattoo wouldn't have any effect on Michael. Because of this, the bastards tattooed his eight-year-old niece in his place. She pays the price for any/all of his failures and/or disobedience.)
POWERS:
Power Negation - Michael's Gift is the nullification of others'. In a sense. It only works on abilities used on him, only affects him, and doesn't actually take away or otherwise inhibit a person's Gifts at all. It's more like an immunity to Gifts than an actual negation. For example, if a telepath were to try to listen to his thoughts, they'd hear nothing. Attempts of persuasion/mind control do not affect him. His future can not be read, his dreams can not be walked, and any Gift that requires skin-to-skin contact will not activate upon touching him.
Reactive Adaption/Evolution - While Michael's brand of power negation is useful against mental gifts and the like, he can still be harmed by more kinetic, physical, and/or environmental gifts. Electrical bolts created by electrokinesis can still shock him, stones hurled by geokinesis can still strike/harm him, etc. However, any time such a Gift is used on him, he builds a small amount of resistance to it (when applicable). Especially the longer he is exposed to it. If he were to survive being electrocuted by someone, the next time he is electrocuted, it would be a little less harmful.
THE LOOKS
HEIGHT: 6'0''
WEIGHT: ~160lbs
HAIR COLOR: Brown (some gray)
EYE COLOR: Dark blue
FACE CLAIM: Lewis Pullman
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Michael isn't a stand-out in any way. He's fairly fit but, being more lean than broad, still maintains a somewhat slim appearance (something owed in part to his height). He's solid. Sturdy. Looks more scrapper than fighter. Has the kind of muscle owed not to a diligent gym regime, but to simply working. It's an unassuming strength. Not immediately apparent. One might get the suspicion he can "hold his own" but probably wouldn't feel too nervous about starting a brawl with him.
His hair is colored a dull, dark brown, touched by a little gray near his hairline and temples. He keeps it a medium length, always brushed back out of his face. It begins to curl at its ends, usually just past his ears, and he's a frequent cap-wearer.
On first pass, Michael's eyes appear to simply be "dark" in color. Many mistake them for being brown (or gray) if they've only seen him in photographs or poor lighting. However, they're actually a deep blue.
Small mouth and boyish smile. Usually some stubble/growth on his face (can't really grow "full" facial hair and doesn't have to shave often). Dresses casually, favoring plain t-shirts or button-up long sleeves, jeans, and boots. Not the neatest/cleanliest but typically doesn't smell bad (if you've caught him boots-deep in ranch muck that's on you). Not one for putting a lot of effort into appearances but he can crisp/clean up if given enough reason to. Generally pretty expressive and emotive (for better or worse).
Has his family brand tattooed on his right breast, a ring tattooed on his left pinky (which looks suspiciously similar to someone else's finger tattoo and mayor may not!have been gotten on a too-drunk night after that someone left town), and a constellation tattoo just below his left collarbone.
INSIDE
LIKES:
- Food (any and all, in any combination) — he'll eat anything, mixed with anything, with a side of anything, washed down by anything.
- The silly (and sometimes wise/far-too-smart) things that Abigail says.
- Music — hasn't always been true. He couldn't have cared less about it five years ago. It used to be just noise, only ever put on to drown something (or, more often, someone) out. He never listened to lyrics. Never understood how people found so much meaning in the whole thing. He gets it now. And nowadays he sort of has a bittersweet/wistful/love-hate relationship with it. Especially melodies and voices with a certain sound.
- People who can be direct and honest; who don't shy or flinch away from facing something difficult. People with thick skins who aren't going to blubber or wilt the first moment things aren't pretty.
DISLIKES:
- Passive-aggressiveness — if someone's pissed off or there's a problem, Michael wants to duke it out and get to the bottom of it. Even if it's ugly, loud, and spilled beers in a bar. No pussy-footing, no games, let's just say what we need to say.
- Being cooped up inside for too long, crowded public spaces, the busy parts of the city (especially at night when you can't see the stars) — that sort of thing. He grew up sleeping in the bed of his truck, parked out in the middle of a pasture, listening to coyotes bay in the distance. The best sorts of nights are spent in the open under a clear sky.
- Authority over him (not necessarily in an "ACAB" way, but more like... he just gets innately bristly when anyone tries to stop him from doing whatever the hell he wants).
- Bully behavior. Michael can most definitely be an asshole and a dick. But usually only to people who ask it of him, deserve it, or are at least willing to dish it back. Picking on someone for no reason isn't a page in his book. And he's bound to pick a fight if he sees it.
STRENGTHS:
- Dependable - Though he has always had an air of flightiness about him, Michael is actually more steady and rooted than most people initially suspect. He can be remarkably reliable. Somehow, he never seems the kind of guy you'd put a whole lot of faith in to "show up" when he says. And then you'll be surprised when he does.
- Steadfast (the upside of "obstinate") - Perhaps because he's always gone against the grain, always been unbothered by people's opinion of him, Michael's not ever afraid to dig his heels in. He's willful. Backboned. Is difficult to cow or sway. He won't hesitate to voice his opinion and he sticks to his guns. It'd be a lot more respectable... were he a little more graceful/tactful about it. Or if he accepted that he can be wrong as quickly as he is willing to fight that he's right.
- Hard-Working - Michael's not afraid of a tough job. He's not above bitching about it but it will get done. He comes from a long line of back-breaking, hands-in-the-dirt boys and he's no different. He can muck his way through undesirable tasks and face let-downs, pushbacks, inconveniences, etc. with a surprising amount of resilience.
WEAKNESSES:
- Emotionally Reactive - Not typically one to bite his tongue. Hot-headed. His thoughts have a way of finding voice (and tone) before he can really think better of it. Not a slow-burn or particularly patient person when someone is trying to get a rise out of him or press his buttons. Anyone who knows Michael knows he can't be relied on to "take one on the chin" or "turn the other cheek". He can be goaded/baited. He will match energies and he will walk himself (quite decidedly) into that trap every time. Leave his ass outside if there's "bound to be a fight" and you want to avoid it. He's not one for lying down and showing his belly. Or skirting confrontation when he's feeling a certain way. He burns hot very quickly and takes his time in cooling down. This behavior can and always has gotten him in trouble.
- Obstinate (the uglier honesty of "steadfast") - Put as simply as possible, Michael is a stubborn son of a bitch. For better or worse. But mostly for worse. When he's made up his mind (which he can do really quickly), convincing him to change it can be like pulling teeth or arguing with a brick wall. It's difficult for him to admit he's wrong and even more difficult for him to apologize about anything in the aftermath. In addition to fights, he can also be stubborn when it comes to simply letting things go. Maybe holding grudges and dredging up "bad blood" just runs in the family.
- Tough Love - Occasionally, Michael can be found a little "wanting" in bedside manner. No matter how much he loves someone or how sensitive they are, he can deliver some things a little... bluntly. He won't sugarcoat or coddle. Even with his eight-year-old niece, he's never softening corners for her or handling her with "kid-gloves" (he gets in trouble with Marianne, when Abigail's teachers reach out, concerned by some of the things her Uncle has taught her).
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Mama Vael spent many, many years praying for the day Michael would calm down and grow up. Lord knows he's been the reason behind countless sleepless nights, angry strangers knocking at the gate, and more than half the gray hairs on her tired head. Nowadays, she's simply accepted that he has evened out as much as he is probably like to. Perhaps, more than anything, she is just grateful he's much too old now to need any help getting bailed out of whatever trouble he makes for himself.
And, to be fair, Michael is an adult and he does try to act accordingly most days. He's not as difficult as he once was. But this is much less a shout to how "grown" he is now and more a grudging nod that "hey, he used to be a lot worse". One still doesn't have to dig far (or poke long) to find that headstrong boy he used to be.
On the whole, Michael can be a good time. And he can be a bad time. More often than not, he can be a good time that swings into a bad time very fast.
He isn't often hesitant (in anything that he does). He won't think twice before laying on that flirty line. Won't pause before acting on a stab of jealousy or irritation. He's a man who acts primarily out of emotion and also walks around a little half-cocked at all times. It's not often clear whether this behavior is actual arrogance... simple recklessness... or maybe just a heedless lack of self-restraint. Perhaps it's a mix of all three. Part of it is probably just in his blood.
As "loud" as Michael can be with his faults, it's easy for a lot of people to write him off. And, maybe since he's always been fine with that — perfectly content with being disliked and uncaring of what people think or say about him — he's rarely ever trying to "fix" that. Never trying to get people to like him. To make himself better in peoples' eyes or "correct" any sort of preconceived notion about him. If you don't like him, fine. Don't like him. He's not going to try to convince you to. In fact... when he is actually offended by what someone thinks of him, he's much more likely to lean into it than make any effort to mend it ("you think I'm being an unreasonable dick? Okay, well, let me show you being an unreasonable dick").
But most of the time, he couldn't care less.
Really, he isn't so bad. At the end of the day, Michael has a good heart. Most of what he does comes from a well-intended place. He is just far less in your face about it and it all has a way of being colored over by the rest of him. He doesn't bring any attention to any "good" that he does. And, sometimes, it seems almost intentional the way he keeps those bits of him quiet. As if he doesn't want people to know. Or he doesn't want to get their hopes up. In some ways, it's a lot easier for him to be disliked than liked — letting someone down is a lot less fun than pleasantly surprising them.
All in all, to anyone Michael has made an actual friend of — and, to be honest, he doesn't use the term lightly — it's almost like they have to get to know him twice. Learn him and then learn him again. There's the headstrong boy he walks around being (sometimes quite loudly and with hardly ever needing a reason to), and then the (actually very genuine) person beneath that. The former, he can be almost performative about showing off. The latter, he's never preoccupied with proving is there — it's always been the other person's job to see it on their own.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Los Eurosia, California
FAMILY:
Howard Vael - Father, 57, Gifted (Telepathy/Empathy)
Amelie Vael - Mother, 54, Gifted (Healing/Regeneration)
Daniel Vael - Brother, 34, Gifted (Power Absorption)
Marianne Krehl - Sister, 29, Gifted (Power Sensing)
Warner Krehl - Brother-in-Law, 31, Human
Abigail Krehl - Niece, 8, Human (Presumed)
PETS: Steel (border collie), Atlas (red heeler), and Styx (blue heeler); tons of barn cats/kittens with various, fluctuating names (Mama Kitty is the only constant); though the ranch has far too many horses, cows, goats, chickens, sheep, etc. to list (and none of them are particularly considered "pets"), there are two horses that Michael does consider irrevocably "his" (Wickett and Craig)
HISTORY:
I. SECOND CHILD, RESTLESS CHILD
with a spirit running wild, running free
Born the middle child, it was probably poetic (or, at least, somewhat expected) that Michael would be a bit of a wildcard. Daniel, his older brother, was the golden boy. Mom and Pop's pride and joy. The one with whole photo albums dedicated to his birth and all of the "Baby's Firsts". Who could expect to head the Vael ranch after their father. Marianne, his younger sister, was not only the "baby" of the three, but also the only daughter. So she was always a bit coddled (as much as a Vael can be coddled, at least; while she could practically "do no wrong" in the eyes of their parents, she still grew up tough and doing just as much as her brothers).
Michael, on the other hand, was a loose cannon from the start. (Hell, someone had to be!) He was a live wire and a sensitive boy. Liked to make noise wherever he went, had a penchant for causing trouble or raising hell, and never really held back in anything that he did. He was probably the most recognizable of the three Vael siblings (for all the wrong reasons). As a child, this behavior kept his parents on their toes and perpetually exasperated with him. As he grew older, they went from bailing him out of principals' offices (for disobedience, fighting, or just being a general nuisance), to bailing him out of nights in jail cells (for mostly the same "forgivable" disturbances... with the addition of a couple DUI's).
But as much trouble as he caused, Michael was never "put out" by his family in any way. While his brother hated him as often as he loved him, he could be the biggest annoyance to his sister, and he butted heads with his parents like it was his job, the Vael family were all very tight-knit. Part of it just had to be in their blood. Written in their genes. Tough love/familial strength was the name of the game and had been on their homestead/ranch for generations.
Where conventional discipline didn't seem to dissuade Michael from being the frequent menace, the always-present expectation of hard work and diligent duty meant he didn't get in as much trouble as he might have otherwise. He always had work to get done. Cows to move or load, horses to break, fences to mend, and barns to muck. Always had a rope or a pair of reins forced in his hands. It didn't matter if he hadn't slept... if they had to yank him from where he was sleeping off a hangover in the bed of his truck... or if he bitched the whole time.
It didn't even matter when he started college. It almost wasn't even an option to look at schools out-of-state or consider on-campus accommodation. Fortunately... though Michael wasn't the best student in school on paper (due mostly to his frequent ditching and teachers simply not liking him)... he was an intelligent boy who didn't struggle much when he actually applied himself. Juggling being an undergrad and working was never hugely difficult for him, so much so that he managed to maintain a colorful social life on top of it all.II. THE LOWE FAMILY (AND EMMY LOU)
and suddenly, music was more than noise
One source of long-lasting argument between Michael and his parents was his relationship with Emmeline Lowe.
The Vael and Lowe ranches share fences. But anyone who knows anything about them knows they also share a long history of contention. Their relationship has been defined through the generations by land disputes, competition, and differing opinions. However, by the time Michael and his siblings were born, it seemed their parents had broken the mold. Howard Vael and Hank Lowe were friends. And for much of their kids' lives, things were pleasant and peaceful between the two families.
Not too surprising, Michael fell a bit through the cracks. Maybe if there'd been a third Lowe kid, he'd have had his own counterpart. But Cole was buddy-buddy with Daniel, Emmeline and Marianne were (disgustingly) inseparable, and Michael being their "shit-head brother" (the cause of a lot of grumbling) didn't slick any palms for him. Not that it bothered him at all. He had his run-around circles elsewhere.
And things eventually went sour for everyone anyway.
What exactly happened? It could have been the destructive hell a Gifted refugee from the Vael ranch wreaked at the Lowe's one night. It could have been Maggie getting sick and Amelie's Gifts being unable to help. Maybe, in the end, it was just their long history of bad blood crawling out of the woodwork. Whatever it was, after so many years, Howard would change his tune and claim Hank simply "showed his true Lowe colors"; that their fall-out didn't need a reason and was just a return to normalcy for the two homesteads.
The deterioration between the neighboring ranches had its casualties. Like he'd done all his life, Daniel followed his father's lead and severed his tie with Cole. Marianne, with far less conviction, began a slow drift from Emmeline (unaware that it was maybe a little more cruel that way). And, as if it were just his nature to fight the flow of things, it was here that Michael (once again) stepped in the opposite direction.
He and Emmy fell into each others' orbits and became fast friends.
To most — perhaps to their families especially — it probably looked a lot like a pasture fire finding a strong breeze.Or maybe just more fire.They were a matched wavelength, operating on the same frequency. They fed into each other like no other. And as destructive and reckless as their pairing might have looked from an outside perspective, for Michael, it was as much grounding as it was anything else. As much as they made the loud in one another louder, at the center of their relationship, there was an unprecedented thread of "quiet", too. Literally (and perhaps a bit figuratively), Emmy introduced him to music — something that hadn't meant anything to him before. She made him look for and find meaning in what had always just been noise.
As wild and zealous as their friendship was, becoming more predictably intensified things. For better and worse. They were volatile, always flying high and then crashing hard, and were completely unapologetic about it (never caring who witnessed either). And despite Emmy being beloved by the Vaels when she and Marianne were one another's shadows, Michael's parents (very much) didn't like him running around with her. Maybe they felt she only encouraged the worst in him. Maybe they knew she was just the kind of "flighty" that'd lure him from home. Maybe they simply hated how stories of public blow-outs and shameless fights always had a way of making it back to them.
The only one who never offered an opinion of skepticism (or plain disdain) was Marianne. Perhaps because she knew them both as well as she did — she knew how they loved, had loved and been loved by both of them — she understood their dynamic. That it was more than it seemed.
Though the two of them had their ups and downs, their offs and ons, they always seemed to pull back to each other in the end.
When they were on, they were on; feeding into one another's dreams and aspirations as completely and wholeheartedly as they did their arguments and upsets. Even when they were off, one continued to influence the other. Michael tried to make other relationships work between his bouts with Emmeline — tried to find some evidence their fit wasn't anything unique — but nothing quite compared. Something was always missing. There were the obvious things (their spark, that intensity, the room to be loud and wild without fear of intimidation), and then the less nameable: that lyrical thread of steadfast quiet beneath it all.
When Maggie Lowe finally succumbs to her illness, him and Emmeline are steady. It's the longest time they've ever been solid. Michael watches alongside her as her family and the Lowe ranch slowly follow its matriarch into the ground. He listens to her dream and sing about leaving for somewhere else. He's always known she was the going type. His family has always known it, too. But he thinks there could be a place for him in her imaginings. He allows himself to play into them as they watch the night sky in the bed of his truck and talk of new states and new cities.
But when she's ready to run, Michael can't lift his feet. It should be easy. He's never hesitated before. Packing a bag to toss in the cab and leaving everything in the rearview mirror is just the type of shit he'd do. No one would be surprised. His family has half-anticipated it for years. But he can't make himself leave. He wouldn't say it's fear. He's been afraid so rarely in his life. And he can't say it's because he doesn't love her — he does, he's never known it more as they fight then, yelling everything but that before she tears down his drive and out of his life.
He spends a year trying (without success) to find a reason. Something to justify himself. But all he can come up with is cowardice, after all, as he turns down the music dial every time a song comes on that sounds a little too much like her.III. GUILD TAKEOVER
there goes the sun
Gifts have been passed down along the Vael line for generations. For about as long as the ranch has been around, it's been operating as a sort of "safe place" for folks who need help. Typically that "help" is just a place to rest and eat for a day (or ten or thirty) or some work to get a person's feet back under them. With the emergence of Blackstorm, it seemed only natural for the family to throw their lot in with the bunch. But perhaps it was naïve of them. Maybe their name got whispered a little too loud. Or maybe it was a miracle at all that they'd gone so many years without any real, major consequences.
However it happened, about a year after Emmeline's leaving, the ranch drew the attention of a hunting organization called the Guild. They sent in their moles, scoped the place out, learned about the family and their Gifts, and then they made their move. Rather than killing the lot of them, however, someone got the big-brain idea that the Vaels (or at least their ranch and its "reputation") could be used. They rounded them up and branded them with their "special" tattoos, much like the family did with their cattle twice a year. When it became apparent the tattoo wouldn't have the intended effect on Michael, they decided to give his to Marianne's eight-year-old daughter instead.
And then they demonstrated for the family how the tattoos worked — gave them their first "task" and tested how long they could hold out against the ink spreading and wriggling beneath their skin. They were all brought to the barn where they were ordered to kill a captive Gifted. Whether the Guild chose Colton Lowe knowing the personal relationship he had with the Vael family, if they chose him for the obvious contention between the two homesteads, or if Cole just happened to be very unlucky — it didn't really matter. Not when punishment met their refusal and the pain began; Michael cursing and fighting while the rest of his family thrashed and screamed.
He would have done it himself, were it not for the knees in his back and the hands breaking his nose in the dirt. But Marianne's handler, perhaps not expecting a girl to be so strong, or maybe just underestimating a mother's desperation, was the first to lose their hold. She sunk the knife and the barn finally quieted. The agony stopped and the suspended hush was just long enough for Cole to assure her (in a thin, strained stutter; blood in his mouth and in his teeth) that it was okay.
No one believed him then and still no one believes him now.
Though he was the first, he wasn't the last. What the Guild did with him, no one really knows, but they made it clear that his death (his murder) was a sort of "insurance". That, should someone one day not play nice, it'd be Colton Lowe's disappearance that'd come to light; Marianne's prints on the blade and her family's compliance well-established.
It's been a year since then and the ranch looks a little different. While, in name and in whispers, the Vael homestead continues to be a "haven" for Gifted, there are always a couple of Guild operatives around, posing as farmhands or other refugees. The family all do their best to send off anyone ambling up the drive or down the road, but someone else always seems ready to make sure the gates get opened. And the constant threat to everyone, should they drive their heels in a little too hard, is always present.
But for the most part, the Guild handles everything themselves. They expect to have the Vaels' various Gifts at their disposal but, beyond that, don't demand the same level of involvement as they did with Cole — only occasionally leaning on Michael and Daniel when their Gifts are deemed particularly convenient. All things said and done, the Vaels are expected to continue their lives as normal as possible. To remain above suspicion and pretend all is fine.
Some days are more difficult than others. And most days, Marianne can be caught with that faraway, middle-distance look in her eye.
In addition to the Vael ranch looking a little different, immediately following Cole's death, it was clear things were worsening at the Lowe place, too. Though it wasn't uncommon for Colton to go "missing" for a time, and the neighboring ranch was already on a bit (or a hell) of a downslide, the loss of the last bit of family Hank had drove everything into even steeper disrepair.
And, whether driven by guilt, resentment, or maybe some stubborn loyalty — probably all three — Michael stepped up to do what little he could for the old man. From taking care of what remained of the homestead's animals, mending what needed to be mended, and (most often) dragging Hank home from a too-long bender. Both men were obstinate about the unusual arrangement, Hank with his general dislike of Michael, and Michael with his gritted-teeth resilience.
As for the others — Daniel refuses to step foot on the Lowe ranch. The rest of the family refuses to speak on the matter at all. As if not acknowledging what they've done makes it any easier (it doesn't). Even when they all took quiet notice of Emmeline's return, not a word was passed between a single one of them about it. And Michael's kept his distance. He makes sure to look straight ahead when he drives his truck past her drive. Pretends he's not aware. That he hasn't considered what might have come to pass that night last year, had she not run from home when she did. Or what might have come to pass, had he been brave enough to flee with her two years ago. What might still come to pass.
Above all, he's grateful she's never been able to walk his dreams. Because recently, they haven't been very pretty.
THE PLAYER
NAME: Rinse
AGE: 28
TIMEZONE: Central (US)
