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ultimatenegativeName: Senan Wilkes (or Senan Renault, if you're coming in to his timeline later.)
Age: 45
Nationality: English, citizen of the US since the late 90s.
Shipping: Alas (not at all "alas") (so incredibly far from 'alas'), claimed by his partner, Rin Renault (withoutrhetoric.)
The Basics:
- Born in Harrogate, UK; raised by a single mother, good intentions, and a pair of indefatigable Doc Martens. (When his mother died, he went on a week-long bender. When his Docs gave out, he cried. And whined. And finally replaced them, but it just wasn't the same.)
- Met Rin Renault and Darius Scarlett at the age of twenty; has been somewhat inseparable from them since. The three of them did some chaotic (and criminal) galivanting around the world on Darius's dime.
- Has been in love with Rin from jump. Rin, for many years, eschewed monogamy and romance, and Sen cheerfully deemed himself lucky in merely having their friendship.
- Supported Rin in the creation of an LGBT+ club / bar / safe haven called "Null Set" in New York.
- Some shit happened. Someone was shot. Sen decided (with no input from Rin or Darius) to throw himself on the criminal justice grenade, and served two years in prison for a crime he did not commit.
- Is in need of a new liver. Hep C would appear to be the culprit for his advanced cirrhosis. At 45 years of age, he's at the top of the transplant list, and his clock is ticking. At most, he has two years.
Fun Facts:
- 6'4" and thin as a whip. Most noodle to ever noodle.
- Criminal. /jazzhands
- No. Seriously. Pickpocket. Thief. Con artist. Thug. Beats people up. Kills people. He is the "muscle", allowing that he has no muscle and is basically just a skeleton in skin wrapping paper.
- Has several tattoos. Notably: on his upper left arm, a Chicano-style clock set to 7:34, with the words "Tous mes jours, tout mon couer". On his left forearm, an American Traditional-style set of brass knuckles and a rose, with the words "Blood, Love, Rhetoric". On his right ankle, block letters reading "This End Up." (Thanks, Darius. Asshole.)
- Collects stolen bathrobes, but only the posh ones. This does not exclude marabou-feathered "Officer, my husband's had an accident!" dressing gowns or silk kimonos. He has at least two of each.
- Hates hotels. Likes to stay at AirB&Bs and play with the owners' personal effects. Steals knickknacks. Trades them with Rin.
- Big talker. Be prepared for meandering lectures. (That said, he's not much of a mansplainer - he likes to listen, and will readily admit when there's something he doesn't know.)
- Pansexual. Sapiosexual. Rin-sexual. Rin-romantic. (Ah, Rin! u-fucking-wu.)
- Plays piano. Sings all right. Loves Leonard Cohen, Depeche Mode, and a variety of foreign bands.
- Wears a wallet chain. It's not attached to a wallet. It's a fashion conceit attached to a card in his back pocket that reads "Do I look like an idiot?"
- He hates. Hates. Watches and Fitbits. He loathes Fitbits with watches on them.
- He speaks eight languages proficiently, which means he can be a dickhead in multiple countries!
- Over the years, he lazily attended college, earning his graduate degree in bits and pieces. He finished his dissertation while in prison, and now holds a Ph.D. in philosophy. Because why the fuck not, right?
- Though loquacious and erring away from slang of any sort save as a garnish for his chatter, he has a lingering Yorkshire accent that becomes thicker when he drinks or becomes agitated. (Either of these, rarely.)
Age: 45
Nationality: English, citizen of the US since the late 90s.
Shipping: Alas (not at all "alas") (so incredibly far from 'alas'), claimed by his partner, Rin Renault (
withoutrhetoric.) The Basics:
- Born in Harrogate, UK; raised by a single mother, good intentions, and a pair of indefatigable Doc Martens. (When his mother died, he went on a week-long bender. When his Docs gave out, he cried. And whined. And finally replaced them, but it just wasn't the same.)
- Met Rin Renault and Darius Scarlett at the age of twenty; has been somewhat inseparable from them since. The three of them did some chaotic (and criminal) galivanting around the world on Darius's dime.
- Has been in love with Rin from jump. Rin, for many years, eschewed monogamy and romance, and Sen cheerfully deemed himself lucky in merely having their friendship.
- Supported Rin in the creation of an LGBT+ club / bar / safe haven called "Null Set" in New York.
- Some shit happened. Someone was shot. Sen decided (with no input from Rin or Darius) to throw himself on the criminal justice grenade, and served two years in prison for a crime he did not commit.
- Is in need of a new liver. Hep C would appear to be the culprit for his advanced cirrhosis. At 45 years of age, he's at the top of the transplant list, and his clock is ticking. At most, he has two years.
Fun Facts:
- 6'4" and thin as a whip. Most noodle to ever noodle.
- Criminal. /jazzhands
- No. Seriously. Pickpocket. Thief. Con artist. Thug. Beats people up. Kills people. He is the "muscle", allowing that he has no muscle and is basically just a skeleton in skin wrapping paper.
- Has several tattoos. Notably: on his upper left arm, a Chicano-style clock set to 7:34, with the words "Tous mes jours, tout mon couer". On his left forearm, an American Traditional-style set of brass knuckles and a rose, with the words "Blood, Love, Rhetoric". On his right ankle, block letters reading "This End Up." (Thanks, Darius. Asshole.)
- Collects stolen bathrobes, but only the posh ones. This does not exclude marabou-feathered "Officer, my husband's had an accident!" dressing gowns or silk kimonos. He has at least two of each.
- Hates hotels. Likes to stay at AirB&Bs and play with the owners' personal effects. Steals knickknacks. Trades them with Rin.
- Big talker. Be prepared for meandering lectures. (That said, he's not much of a mansplainer - he likes to listen, and will readily admit when there's something he doesn't know.)
- Pansexual. Sapiosexual. Rin-sexual. Rin-romantic. (Ah, Rin! u-fucking-wu.)
- Plays piano. Sings all right. Loves Leonard Cohen, Depeche Mode, and a variety of foreign bands.
- Wears a wallet chain. It's not attached to a wallet. It's a fashion conceit attached to a card in his back pocket that reads "Do I look like an idiot?"
- He hates. Hates. Watches and Fitbits. He loathes Fitbits with watches on them.
- He speaks eight languages proficiently, which means he can be a dickhead in multiple countries!
- Over the years, he lazily attended college, earning his graduate degree in bits and pieces. He finished his dissertation while in prison, and now holds a Ph.D. in philosophy. Because why the fuck not, right?
- Though loquacious and erring away from slang of any sort save as a garnish for his chatter, he has a lingering Yorkshire accent that becomes thicker when he drinks or becomes agitated. (Either of these, rarely.)
