Difference between revisions of "William Lotorsson"
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| nickname = UrbanCritter | | nickname = UrbanCritter | ||
| image = WilliamLotor.png | | image = WilliamLotor.png | ||
− | | organization = | + | | organization = Knightsbridge Consulting |
− | | job_title = | + | | job_title = Intern |
| aliases = | | aliases = | ||
| twitter = @wlotorsson | | twitter = @wlotorsson | ||
| gender = Male | | gender = Male | ||
− | | age = | + | | age = 25 |
| nationality = American | | nationality = American | ||
| residence = New York, New York. | | residence = New York, New York. | ||
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=• Early Life-WIP •= | =• Early Life-WIP •= | ||
− | William hasn't been home for about | + | William hasn't been home for about several years now. At the tender age of fifteen, William decided he knew how to best live his life and skedaddled from Bum-fuck-nowhere to the ‘civilized world’. |
This went about as well as one would expect. A teenage kid without so much as a high school diploma slowly slipped between the cracks. William found himself resorting to things that, to this day, he refuses to talk about. Seven years of cheating, lying, periodic drug use, vowing to become a better person, breaking that vow, crashing on people's couches. William’s crawl out was fierce but slow. He did crawl out. | This went about as well as one would expect. A teenage kid without so much as a high school diploma slowly slipped between the cracks. William found himself resorting to things that, to this day, he refuses to talk about. Seven years of cheating, lying, periodic drug use, vowing to become a better person, breaking that vow, crashing on people's couches. William’s crawl out was fierce but slow. He did crawl out. | ||
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William. He works for the Illuminati. He gets the job done. He doesn't look back. | William. He works for the Illuminati. He gets the job done. He doesn't look back. | ||
+ | =•New turn of events-WIP •= | ||
+ | Well, not for the Illuminati anymore. William works for Knightsbridge Consulting now, hopefully for good. So far so good. | ||
=• Known Associates/Affiliations- WIP •= | =• Known Associates/Affiliations- WIP •= | ||
− | William usually works alone. He left his old life behind and for the most part he seems content with not making new friends. | + | William usually works alone. He left his old life behind and for the most part he seems content with not making new friends. |
+ | That may change, considering his new choice of career. | ||
=• Special Notes- WIP •= | =• Special Notes- WIP •= | ||
William has a problem keeping his hands still- he often plays with something or works on something. Fidget cubes have proven themselves to be a boon for him. | William has a problem keeping his hands still- he often plays with something or works on something. Fidget cubes have proven themselves to be a boon for him. | ||
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We hear the protest of a child, the cries of rebellion of a young boy who idolizes a father long gone. At the age of fifteen, a bag is stuffed full of clothes, and a letter is left on the bed, to be discovered in the morning. | We hear the protest of a child, the cries of rebellion of a young boy who idolizes a father long gone. At the age of fifteen, a bag is stuffed full of clothes, and a letter is left on the bed, to be discovered in the morning. | ||
− | The boy discovers the grim truths. Raccoons and people are not the same. And yet the child becomes like one. The alleys become his bed, the trash cans his buffet. We see him, suffering in silence, wrought by regret. We see him become just another statistic | + | The boy discovers the grim truths. Raccoons and people are not the same. And yet the child becomes like one. The alleys become his bed, the trash cans his buffet. We see him, suffering in silence, wrought by regret. We see him become just another statistic. |
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− | The | + | We see the boy fighting for his life, resorting to acts that leave scars upon the mind. The boy is ashamed to this day, hiding the marks as deep as he could. Deeper than one would search. |
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+ | The boy has become a man. The first mask is put on. The previous name has been discarded. We see a love, a creative venue, opportunity to improve. We see hope, sweetling. | ||
And now we impart our wisdom to the man. A second mask approaches, courtesy of the Eye. His life is fed to the flames. A funeral is scheduled. The man slinks away to New York, a blue tie hanging like a noose from his neck. | And now we impart our wisdom to the man. A second mask approaches, courtesy of the Eye. His life is fed to the flames. A funeral is scheduled. The man slinks away to New York, a blue tie hanging like a noose from his neck. |