[ chris wood, cis-male, he/him] - was that fletcher alexander whitlock i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the thirty year old who has been in nightrest his entire life and works as an owner of spirits has a reputation of being protective, but also sarcastic. they reside in low point & people in town usually associate them with confidence that could kill, clenched fists and fighting outside bars. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
BIOGRAPHY
Fletcher, his twin and older sister grew up in a loving and sometimes stable household. Their parents, both hardworking citizens, absolutely doted on their children. They were their world and it showed in their parenting. The twins were inseparable, and had no trouble making friends wherever they went despite Fletcher’s charismatic nature. His twin on the other hand, was the opposite: reserved and quiet, she drew others in like a magnet with her mystery. Wherever he went, she did too, therefore his friends became hers. It didn’t bother him in slightest, to think that she never really had friends of his own — so long as his twin was happy, he was too. Their happiness, however, was short lived as the eve of their twelfth birthday arrived.
As on that day, the unthinkable would happen. Everything they had come to love would be stripped from their very fingertips. It wasn’t their fault, nor was it anyone’s, really. Fletcher had been staying over at a friend’s home, completely oblivious to the fact he was about to loose his parents and twin sister. The perpetrator was quiet in the night, silent as they crept though the unlocked door, and shot the three family members in their beds while they slept. Waking up the next morning, Fletcher felt somewhat empty and he would only come to know why when he arrived home to a swarm of police officers and his hysterical sisters. For the next six months, the two remaining Williams children would bounce from foster home to foster home as they searched for the love they had lost. While they would never find it, they still had each other — and that was all that mattered, despite the hole that his deceased sister had left behind. Things, however, began looking up when their long lost uncle arrived on the scene, taking both siblings into his care. The extended family they never knew they had, nor needed, and they couldn’t have come at a better time.
The deaths marked a turning point in his life, because he lost a part of himself when his twin sister died and with that he too became lost. Harboring an anger so deep even he himself couldn’t control it, let alone fathom what he was capable of because of it. He needed purpose – to belong to something that wasn’t going to break as his family had. And that was where his uncle came in: he saw potential in Fletcher. And before he and his sister knew it, they were not only attending high-school, but starting their journey on what would be a grueling training program behind the closed doors of their home. Training that involved a number of MMA classes, hand to hand combat, espionage and variety of other teachings that would enable them to follow in their uncles footsteps as hired muscle, or at the very least make a name for themselves.
While his sister found her own path, for Fletcher, this became his purpose: a light at the end of the tunnel, an outlet for his anger, and he thrived with his newfound mission. A number of years later when the elder William’s stepped into retirement, Fletcher was quick to take his place amidst his network. Only when he was ready did the truth of his family’s deaths come to light. There had been a hit on their head, with his father an accountant for some bad people, they had seen it their place to take him out. Only they had gone a step further and taken his mother and baby sister as well. The news only added more fuel to the ticking time bomb that was Fletcher Alexander Whitlock. The child prodigy was quick to prove himself, meticulous in his art, the male simply had had a taste for revenge and he wanted more. And one day when the time came, when he was good and ready he would extract his vengeance and take off the head of his parents murderer.
Working various security jobs about town just to make ends meet, Fletcher was often described as a loose cannon. And while he was kept under employment because there was little to nothing he wouldn’t do, he did have a tendency to fly off the handle more often than not. His anger would take a good few years to even gain the smallest ounce of control. But it was enough to allow him to prove he was in control of his actions, at least under the watchful eye of his employers. Desperate to make a name for himself, the male had a vast array of adolescent felonies under his belt before he so much as breached the age of 18. From arson, robbery, drug dealing to assault, the list continued to only get bigger as the months passed. And when he was paid to beat a shopkeepers daughter, only to realize she was someone he had gone to school with – his humanity let him down and he couldn’t do it. As much as he wanted so desperately to be every bit of the man his uncle had helped carve from the darkness that shaped him, perhaps there was much more left of the little boy with bright blue eyes that cared about others more than himself, than he dared to admit.
Over a decade later Fletcher is not the angry adolescent teenage boy he once was, while that fire still simmers away beneath the surface, he’s much more skilled in the art of control. Settling into an apartment of his own was the first step in the shift away from the world that was his uncles and father’s within the underbelly of Nightrest. Straightening his life out hadn’t been an choice, it was but the only option -- least when it came to ensuring his sister wasn’t left completely alone when he found himself in an early grave, or worse, prison. Thus when his uncle passed away and he inherited a small amount of money, becoming a legitimate business' owner was the logical step, life went on as he knew it and the man found a new normal. Trouble always had a way of finding Fletcher Williams and it did so in the form of some of his uncles old friends from Boston, whom would once again entice the orphan boy back into the throws of darkness.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
childhood bestfriends -
ride or die -
friends -
drinking buddy -
work rivalry -
high school ex-girlfriend -
friends with benefits -
gym buddy -
