Bee, Male, Early 20s
Aliases: None known Nationality: American Residence: Brooklyn, NY Employer: Unknown Function: Fry Cook Twitter: @ReimusMorrison
A young man standing of normal stature if only slightly lanky, though musculature was well defined. Physique would run in family, as the dirty blonde hair and olive complexion. Long, thin hair would frame intense features being deeply set eyes that had intense glare under strong brow ridge leaving eyes shadowed in most lighting. Just a hint of stubble grew over lip and on jaw in pattern that wasn't near a full beard. Posture and ambulation gave off healthy, proud, and energetic vibe that would fit youthful appearance.
Before the buzzing Reimus would by all means be a normal city kid with dayjob at the local burger joint.
Raised by a single mom in the lesser district of Brooklyn, he would take on more adult roles sooner than his classmates. Adult roles lead to associating with more adult crowds, getting the kid involved in seedy activities at a young age. With no father figure he would take it on himself to help his mother even if morality was crossed.
Reputation of trouble maker would be justified but there was still a strong self-righteous streak Reimus showed to the less fortunate. Softer spot would draw criticism from accomplices in quips and prods but they wouldn't erode empathy. There would be no issue in the occasional purloining or nobbling of well off individuals orchestrated almost always by sleazy contacts.
Often Reimus would question self. How going along with motions under influence of others to barely pay dividends and possibly ruining future could be worth it. Then the dreams came. Wasting no time he would leap at opportunity for new track through life, leaving behind shameless cohorts dissapearing further into the city, business card delivered by namess courier in back pocket.