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𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑱𝑶𝑬𝑳 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑬.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬)

𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑬, 𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑩𝑬.

𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹.

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡

𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝟗𝑻𝑯, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟏.

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜

𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑹𝑨.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬.

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻-𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑹, 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻-𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 "𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑼𝒀", 𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳-𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑻.

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑰𝑴 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝒀 𝑩𝑬 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻. 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲.

𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑨, 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻. 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑾 𝑴𝑨𝑱𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑯.

𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

6'1"

𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

180lbs.

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

Deep brown to black. Honestly, it just depends on the light. He usually lets it grow out to shoulder length before he even bothers taking scissors to it in the mirror and just randomly cutting it down until it looks passable.

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

Dark brown.

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐬

Save for your basic lobe piercing in each ear, he doesn't really have much money to shell out for body mods. Though he would probably get a stick-and-poke in some rando's basement if it's free and he's drunk enough.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦

Keanu Reeves.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

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𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑪.
𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬.
𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑻.
𝑨𝑫𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺.
𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪.

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𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑳.
𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑽𝑬.
𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑩𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵.
𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑺.
𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺.
𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮.

extraverted


observant


feeling

PROSPECTING


Assertive


INTUITIVE

Standing at 6'1", long-legged Heritage possesses an oddly feminine softness to his conventional good looks. Long lashes frame dark eyes set under a sharp, slim brow. A multiracial background lends itself to a clear complexion that tans easily with just the right amount of time in the sun, but pales quickly under overcast gloom. The guy moves pretty fluidly, weaving through busy crowds and packed kitchens with the focus of somebody who lives a pretty active lifestyle outside of work - a thrillseeker that enjoys cliff-diving and racing around. His physique, while lean, is decently well-formed as a result.

Heritage prides himself on maintaining his zen under pressure. No stranger to life and all of the entitlement and confusion that comes with it - he begrudgingly keeps to "the customer is always right" in his professional life; but while he's good at saving face for the sake of it, he heavily values keeping genuine peace between others. Drama is a killer and he goes to great lengths to avoid it, which may mean at times that he'll completely step away from conflict if he thinks he's given it his best shot. He's good at turning on some superficial flattery and charm when he has to but doesn't lead anybody on if they'll end up getting hurt by it. Riling him up is easier said than done.

He considers himself friendly with most everyone, but genuine friends with very few. When you live the kind of transient lifestyle he does, it doesn't do well to form any sort of particularly strong bond. Can't take anyone with you when the walls start closing in and the town begins to choke you out. When it comes to strong negative emotional outbursts, he can be a bit awkward with trying to calm the distraught party down enough to talk. If you're looking for somebody to talk you down and rationalize, he's your guy. If you're looking for somebody to cry with you... best he can offer is a shoulder to cry on.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫(𝐬)

His biggie is probably lapsing into the usual 9-to-5 life. A full-time job, a cookie-cutter suburban household with a wife that's beautiful but devoid of any personality, a couple of kids and an office cubicle waiting for him, etcetera cetera. Waking up every Sunday at 9AM to attend a church service then returning home to mow the lawn and invite a couple guys over to watch a football game, pissing contests over how much they hate the wives that they chose to marry. It honestly puts a lump in his throat just considering it. He values his freedom too much.

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

BITCHIN' CAMARO!

𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭

Can roll the best J to ever grace your lips. Don't believe him? Join in for a smoke sesh.

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

❝Honestly, I think all of that lead paint on my sippy cups must've given me some kinda brain damage.❞

Heritage Sr. would probably admit to his kid being a surprisingly quiet toddler. If there was ever a tantrum thrown, he certainly wasn't there to see it - though he did have a problem with the strange fact that he was never really referred to as "dad". Spending his early childhood picking out wrenches and fiddling with the transistor radio when the old man was busy under a lifted hotrod, Heritage's very first memories are coated in grease - and more than his fair share of frustrated curses. Mom was never really around. Call it arrested development or something, but it seemed she never really grew out of the fast life. Yeah, she was there for a bit, lifting him up into her arms and dancing about the scrapyard boldly barefooted to The Monkees. Stuck around long enough to give him a lil' bro as well. Doesn't really matter why she took off, but she did, and his father - a usually gruff, conservative, pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kinda guy never really got over her.

Other than that? Yeah, his childhood was pretty run of the mill. Puppy love in elementary school, a roughhousing routine with the other boys in his Podunk midwestern town. Christ, the place didn't even have a dollar store. Just a small family grocer and a broke-down gas station with pumps that hadn't been upgraded since WWII.

❝Wanna hear about my teenage years before or after I discovered Richard Hell and the Voidoids? 'Cos those are two completely different kids.❞

He grew a bit more rebellious into his Sophomore year of highschool. He wouldn't call it rebellious, really, more like just bored out of his gourd. His school attendance was pretty grievous - though you can get by with anything if you're a good enough bullshitter, and his memory was just sharp enough to regurgitate all the right answers back onto a standardized test. His time was often spent about thirty minutes outside of town with a few other kids from school - beater car idling, doors open to let the sweet sounds of KDXX-FM! blast. Skinny-dipping in the lake, laying back over the hood with a lazy smile below his sunglassed eyes and a joint in his free hand. Sounds real cool, right? Like he'd be the guy people pass in the hallway and offer high-fives to? Honestly, he was a bit of a geek. Lanky and too reserved for his own good. These moments were only attended with by a small circle of close friends. Suppose even then he didn't really like to spread himself too thin.

September '78. Sweet sixteen. Heritage was elbow-deep within the bowels of a totaled '65 Pontiac Firebird Trans-Am, across from him stood his father. Overbearing as always, barking orders at him between the cigarette in his teeth. He can remember even then what was playin' on the radio, even. Surrender. Cheap Trick. Seemed to be the perfect backdrop to his father's insistence to grab something good while he was in there. Sometimes the parts are worth more than their sum.

He's not sure what exactly it was about that seemingly average day among many. Maybe it was the looming threat of living a slow, boring life. Living with his father until the guy's old enough to forget his own name. He was already little more than a pair of hands anyway. What would change if he kept giving jack shit?

*record scratch* ❝Yup. That's me. You're probably wondering how I got myself into this situation... and I'll tell you exactly how. I literally just cannot fucking help myself.❞

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kasa.

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kasa bhandari. kasa ( kah - sah ), of mixed indian, tamil and tibetan origin meaning "dressed in furs". bhandari ( bahn-dah-ree ), an occupational surname meaning "treasurer". rather fitting overall, no?

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