𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊𝖗

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Dominic Evan Tyler

Nickname(s): Mic

Date of Birth: 10th of August, 1994

Hometown: Fallbrook, North Carolina

Current Location: Fallbrook, North Carolina

Ethnicity: Mixed

Nationality: American

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

Religion: Atheist

Occupation: Firefighter 

Living Arrangements: Lives with his mom and three siblings

Language(s) Spoken: English

Accent: North Carolina

TW: Death, Drugs

Eddie laughed at his comment, crossing his arms across his chest. “Well, now, I won’t give ya a black eye. That would look bad on my trainin’ ethic. And I’m tryin’ to get new customers.” He jokingly said, grinning at Mic. The male stood nearby as Mic changed his shoes. “I’m alright, man. Life’s been a little crazy, but I’m tryin’ to get my days back to normal.” He answered, uncrossing his arms and stretching them above his head. “What ‘bout you? Your fam doin’ alright?” Eddie asked. Since the two both grew up in Eris, Eddie knew Mic and his family. It seemed like people that were raised in Eris knew one another in some way.

Mic chuckled a little back at Eddie. “And I am pretty sure my mom would be down here in a minute and beat your ass herself.” He laughed, even though he could actually see that happening. “Crazy how?” He had asked, and was genuinely curios. Mic didn’t often take interest in other people’s lives, but when it came to the few he kept around these days, he tried his best to. “I am alright.” He said. Alright was better than usual. “They are getting by. Mom is working a lot, but luckily my sister is able to look after our younger siblings a bit more now.” It helped a lot as Mic could actually do thing he enjoyed, like this. 

“Fuck it, lets go.” Harper heard herself agreeing.  She was surprised by that fact, but she figured if he got on her nerves too much she could always just leave. Harper was just desperate for some sort of fun in her life right now. “I many work on pieces that people might want to buy, and around here that isn’t naked sculptures.” 

Mic raised a brow in clear surprise when the ever so uptight girl agreed to join him. “Yeah?” He asked, not sounding overly convinced, but also not wanting to question it too much. For all he knew, she might be a lot more tolerable with some booze in him. “Hm can’t say I am overly surprised, if I am being honest.”

“Sure, that works.” Sunny agreed. He hadn’t played basketball in a long time. “We could play horse. You know that game? I use to play it all the time as a kid.” he said laughing slightly as they entered the room. He grabbed one of the basketballs and bounced it on the floor to make sure it was a good one. He nodded as the other man spoke. “Yeah. I hear that.” he said giving a shrug when he asked about him. “Not much, man. Did I tell you that I got engaged?” he said. Though for the first time, he wasn’t as excited to talk about it as usual, after what he and Ashlyn had been going through. “To Ashlyn. I don’t know if you’ve met her, but she works at Maggie’s dinner.” he couldn’t help but smile when he talked about her but it faded. “I mean, we’re still planning it all. It’s just…things have been kind of…off lately.” he didn’t know why he was talking about it but it had been bothering him. He shrugged and tossed the ball to the other. “I guess that’s normal, though. Probably just nerves or something.”

 “Great! I am glad! Mic smirked back at the other. At the other male’s suggestion, he frowned slightly. “I can’t say I do?” He responded. “How does it go?” Mic was all for trying out new things. When he had been younger, it had usually been the kind to get him into trouble, but these days it usually involved sports to keep fit for his job. “You did?!” He asked, not sure if he had picked up on the news. “I guess congrats is in order then! We should head out for a beer or something at one point, to celebrate.” Marriage was the kind of commitment  Mic doubted he’d ever be ready for. “Don’t think I have no.” He shook his head as the name didn’t ring a bell. “Off how?” Mic was probably not the kind of person one would go to for any kind of relationship advice, and he had never been a great boyfriend whenever he had found himself in that position. 

She supposed you could take the hero out of the disaster, but you couldn’t take the hero out of the man. Without a second thought he’d shown up by her side to support her as they exited the grocery store. She tried to keep her breathing steady and even, focusing on it on and not focusing on the memories his presence brought up. But it was like suddenly there was this phantom pain in her leg from that day, leading her to wince and lean on him a bit more than moments before. When they made it outside she finally found the courage for some words, “God, I’m sorry. You don’t have to do this–you already–you already did everything you could–you already saved me–not like,” She kept breathing heavily through her words, “Not like you need to–keep helping me out–I–I–” She trailed off, not finding anymore words, none that made any sense anyway.

 Mic felt her lean up against him, and he immediately offered her the additional support it felt as if her body craved. Ignoring the stares, he brought her directly towards the exit, leaving both their baskets with things behind. He could og back for that later. He was sure his mom would understand. Once outside, he looked down at her, shaking his head the moment she started apologizing. “Don’t worry about it.” He said. “I tend to have that kind of effect on people.” He attempted to joke with her, not sure whether or not she’d find it funny at the moment as it usually just applied to the people he’d slept with, not saved. He could tell she was shaken up, so his support remained while he gave her a moment to attempt to collect herself. “I don’t mind.” He reassured her. Sure it was his time off, but her seeing him had seemingly brought back some memories, and despite how he wanted to be perceived, he wasn’t completely heartless (depending on who you ask, of course). 

Harper shrugged at him. “It’s starting to seem like today might be that day.” She added, because this conversation was making her feel like she needed a drink. “I haven’t tried to sculpt a naked man, but it’s not something that I wouldn’t do.” Harper added as it seemed like it would be a fun experience. “Noted.”

Mic raised a brow at her. “Hm, well in that case --” He shrugged “I am headed over to the bar around the corner if you want to join me.” He said, not that he thought she’d take him up on the offer, considering he was fairly certain that she hated his guts. “Hm figured.” He smirked again, as he from the little he knew about her, she seemed like the uptight type. 

“I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s tempting some days.” Harper replied with a small shrug. There were some days that she really did want to just get drunk.  “No, I don’t make pots while naked.” She told him with a small chuckle. “I tend to make projects that are a lot bigger than that, and are far more complicated. Most recently I created a display piece for a theatre in Williamsburg.” 

“Yeah, and who is to say today isn’t such a day?” He had decided to ask, raising a brow at her questioningly while a small smirk shaped on his lips. He rolled his eyes at her slightly. “That isn’t what I said. I asked whether you made pots, or sculptures of naked dudes.” He clarified with  shrug. “No shit.. I wouldn’t have the patience for that.”

“Going out for a drink every once in a while can be enjoyable. I just don’t go out drinking during the day as it’s not my idea of fun.” Harper replied with a small shrug. For a lot of people going out for a drink never really ended with it just being one drink. Then if they did get tipsy they’d be walking around the rest of the day with a buzz and that wasn’t good for anyone. “I have other hobbies besides just my art, and besides I am a sculpture for the most part.” Harper told him with a small shrug. She wasn’t going to let him get under her skin again.

Mic pulled his shoulders into a shrug. “I guess that is a fair point. It isn’t for everyone.” But he was looking to have some fun, and in a small town like Fallbrook, drinking was one of the few ways he knew how. Either that, or spending time at gym or boxing with Eddie. “Yeah, so I hear you saying.” He snickered a little under his breath. “Hm so what? You make like pots and shit like that?” He added out of curiosity. “Or it is more like naked dudes and such?”

WHERE: Cherry Blossom Festival, near food trucks WHO: @mictyler​

After working his few hours at the booth for Rage Cage, Eddie figured grabbing a bite to eat before putting the dreaded hot suit of the Easter Bunny on would be smart. He was standing in the line to order something from the Flying Pig BBQ vendor when he spotted Mic. Eddie gave a classic small smile to him and waved a little. “Hey, bud, how ya doin’?” The male asked the younger one.

 Mic had been looking for his younger brother after his sister had told him he had gotten lost. So much for leaving her in charge to look after their younger siblings while he worked away at the games booth. He had found him and lead him back to her while he took the opportunity before heading back to grab a bite to eat. Spotting Eddie, he put on a grin and approached him. “Hey man.” He said, “I’m alright. Babysitting and voluenteering at the games booth. Kind of regret not picking up an extra shift at the station.” He said half jokingly. “What about yourself?”

Harper shrugged at him. “I know that trying new things is good for you. But I also know what things that I have no hope of liking.” She said as she was pretty good at figuring out what she liked in advantaged.  “I can imagine that it would, yes.” Harper replied as it was a responsibility that she knew she wouldn’t want.  “I have plenty of fun, I might just not enjoy the same things that you do. That’s just how things are, people like different things.” 

 Mic had raised his eyebrow at her once more before a small snicker slipped past his lips. “So what? Going out for a cheeky drink once in a while isn’t something you’d consider to be fun?” He asked her, wondering if she really were as stuck up as she appeared to be. “When you say imagine, I take it you don’t have any experience with it yourself.” He had asked her, not sure why as it wasn’t like he cared about the answer, right? “Hm sure sounds to me like you don’t, but I guess if slapping some paint brushes around on a piece of paper all day keeps you going, who am I to judge.” Although he was clearly judging.