Everyone suspects BLYTHE ALEXANDER SWEETWINE of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE WHITE SNAKES. HE rolled the dice TWENTY ago as a FORTY-NINER. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of a FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST ASSISTANT. Theyâre often mistaken for TIMOTHEE CHALAMET before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. BRIR better get busy living, or theyâll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-THREE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and itâs measured out by the melody of I HAVE MADE MISTAKES BY THE OH HELLOS.
DATE OF BIRTH: November 22nd, 1997
GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him
HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada
MARK: N/A
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: MENTAL ILLNESS NEGLECT]
While the Sweetwineâs family business was mortuary, their household was always full of life with their twelve children running around. All of the children played their own role in helping the business, even if they took different paths as they grew up. When Blythe was born, however, the home wasnât the same. His parents were burnt out and another child had come to them by a mistake. They were much older than they had been when they had their other children, but swore they could manage.
As an infant, he had been a godsend. He was never fussy and they rarely struggled. It wasnât until he got older that they had complications. Blythe was neat and intricate with his help around the house, helping his father in the mortuary with a careful eye. But when he transitioned to middle school, things changes drastically. He presented behavioral problems, was up late at night creating a ruckus about the house, and the once organized boy found solace in a chaotic system only he could understand. He presented behavioral problems at school and the counselor suggested he get an evaluation. These results revealed that he had OCD, but it was rather mild. As soon as he received counseling, it was promised that they could ease his struggle with the transition and help his manage his disorder.
His parents refused to believe it and it took the involvement of his other siblings, who were nearly strangers to him, to help get the intervention he needed. They challenged their parents and the caved, but it wasnât very helpful in the end. They found loopholes. He was taken to a family friend who prescribed him medication for the anxiety component of his disorder, but he was never informed as to why. His parents did their best to reshape his behavior but many compulsions remained. These were even reinforced as Blytheâs mother also had OCD. It was part of the reason she insisted that so much of his behaviors just came from him mirroring her and he would grow out of it.
Blythe excelled in academics, his attention to detail and rigor concerning tasks aiding him to graduate from high school at just sixteen and be offered admission to Duke University. When Blythe attended college to become a mortician and continue the family business, he realized he didnât want to be bound to their dysfunction forever. He ended up pursuing a career in forensic pathology where he eventually interned for a variety of programs, but more importantly, an internship at Durhamâs Medical Examinerâs office. His attention to detail was noted and his work in post-mortem decay and injury had caught the eye of an someone in the office who was paid to hold bodies in the morgue for a local organization. After a poor handling of a body, Blythe had offered help to cover up an injury by brushing the damage under a detailed explanation he added to paperwork. His talents were duly noted, as was his growing debt as he had taken on the mortgage of his parentâs home and funeral parlor, and he was offered the chance to breathe a little easier. Blythe initiated into a local crime organization who promised to pay for his schooling as long as he pursued his medical degree and would work for them privately.Â
While he moved quickly through his field with built up credits from dual enrollment, Blythe moved just as fast through friend groups. As the youngest, it was hard to find those who related to him but by his senior year, he found the one. Blythe had proved to be a challenge to her, and she liked it. What drove them closer was the mark they both shared after his initiation, and being the outlet for the heavy of the world they lived in together in the shadows, they grew even closer. By the end of his two and a half years at Duke, they were engaged. However, their engagement didnât last long. They attended grad school together, an institute Blythe pushed for believing it would help his education rather than stall it, but problems soon arose.Â
The engagement ended when Blytheâs OCD became more apparent and affected their lives daily. He blamed it on routine and learned habits from his mother but as he tried to âfix himselfâ things only got worse. Blythe rejected that he had any problems and their engagement fell apart at his denial. His fiance had decided this was not the life she wanted for them, and even less for herself. The youngest Sweetwine that he left behind had seemed to fall through the cracks despite everything he did to ensure he was taken care of. With his motherâs memory struggling and the old age of his parents catching up to them, Cole Sweetwine had been indirectly neglected by being left at school hours after pick up, hungry from a forgotten breakfast, and careless left in the same clothes from the day before since no one wanted fight the child on the need to bathe. His brother had been taken in by Child Protective Services a year into grad school, and everything began to unravel.Â
Upon graduation with his masterâs in 2018, the time for medical school was on the clock and his vow was in tow. He applied to a school closer to home to keep an eye on his brother where he can despite the foster family he lives with but heâs yet to actually attend. Blythe jumped at the chance to be the Medical Examinerâs assistant in his hometown of Las Vegas, but heâs been putting off medical school for nearly four years now. If he doesnât attend soon, heâll sow the consequences of what heâs reaped. For now, his attention to detail has been put to use where he does more than just alter the paperwork for the dead. With the right pay off, secrets get buried along with their keepers under arrangements only his hand has been able to craft.
BLYTHE SWEETWINE IS WRITTEN BY DANII.
