Archer White

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Archer’s Bio (its old and possibly quite out of date)/ AO3 / Break down of OC’s and ODIB / Rules: 18+ no minors, feel free to send asks, mutuals only 

Some pictures I've found to speak to the general feel. The last a picture of school boys that would be Archer's age and one I pointed out would SO BE HIM!

It was kind of lonely growing up, but with no lack of love. Archer's parents struggled to have children and lost quite a few before Archer. Their hearts were broken and they used him to mend that. His father was a drunk but usually happy. At least to Archer. There was something dark haunting him.

From what Archer knew, his father's family had all passed away in tragic accidents or disease. He vaguely remembered hearing about an Aunt that was killed in a train accident some point in his childhood. His father seemed to think the family was plagued by a curse of bad luck and would go through bouts of paranoia.

They had chickens, some light crops, mostly to feed themselves. They could never make enough to sell at market and money was always a worry. His mother wouldn't let Archer be upset by this. She'd find ways to make squash taste new and yummy for months on end. She was creative like that. She liked to tell him stories and sing him songs. He absolutely adored his mother and would do anything she asked without question. Picking up the slack that his father was letting fall behind. Someone had to take care of her!

There were a few kids on neighboring farms older and younger than Archer that he played with. Went swimming in the crick with. He was invited but felt like he was just tagging along. He had longed for a bigger family, feeling a devastating gap somewhere between the three of them. Even just as a child, Archer tried to fill it somehow.

As he got older, his father got more depressed, and meaner. He'd lock himself in the barn as more and more bills came in. Chickens grew sick and died. Archer felt mostly estranged from him. Despite loving Archer, his father could never let himself get fully attached. Always afraid of losing him like the others. Distance kept him alive. Distance kept him safe. Distance could keep the curse from him.

Distance didn't work.

There was one incident where his father actually struck him.

Archer did not fight back. Instead he tried to shoulder the hit, knowing his father didn't MEAN it. He couldn't hide it from his mother and she tore into his father for it.