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[WILSON ARIC BYRNE]

[atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] WILSON A. BYRNE 39 | HETEROSEXUAL | COLLEGE PROFESSOR | TOWNSFOLK | JUDE LAW THE INTERVIEW WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SIT DOWN. Wil stared at the bitchy interviewer with slightly widened eyes, why was her here again? Oh that's right, he was forced to be here. "Excuse me?" He said, his English accent coating his words, his tone somewhat bitter. The bitterness in his tone could be because he had just come from a fight with his wife, but really it was most likely because he was being spoke to in a very rude way. "You're not a people person, are you?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he did so. "Everyone must adore you." He crossed his arms as he took a seat, staring rather smugly at her. WHAT, DO YOU NEVER HAVE A DATE? STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT. He let out a small chuckle, "I'll stare at you how I please thank you. Oh and if you don't want to be stared at like this maybe you should quit being a bitch." He wasn't going to sugar coat what he thought of this person, he wasn't like that, it wasn't something he did. "But for your information I'm married." He waved his hand in front of her, showing off the gold wedding ring that had been on his finger for almost five years. He had met his wife ten years ago, when he was still living in London. He loves her, but she somewhat bores him, in more ways than one. WHATEVER. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHER PEOPLE? For a moment he pretended to be deep in thought. "Everything you're not." He said bluntly, that was very him. He was often blunt with what he said, straight to the point. "But if you actually care," he put extra emphasis on the word care, "I like people who are honest, loyal, comfortable with who they are, not too bitchy, intelligent, generally likeable, not stupid and good-looking." Of course the last one was a joke, or was it? We'll never know. Really Wil wasn't too fussed with who he spent his time with, his best friend was a complete dick and he was sure that he was the man's only true friend. Though he wasn't too serious with the traits that he had spoken he did in fact feel like a few of them made good people, or at least people that he would enjoy spending time with, or at least like a bit. He was very fond of loyalty and honesty, those two traits made a decent person in his mind. He was also fond of people who held respect for those who deserved it. He liked to think that he was attracted to good people, though previous experience and current friends seemed to prove that to be wrong. HOW MISS AMERICA OF YOU. I SUPPOSE YOU VOLUNTEER EXCESSIVELY, TOO? He cocked an eyebrow at the words before speaking. "How miss America of me?" He didn't really know what the interviewer meant by that, but he was willing to let it slide, simply because there was a question asked. "No." He shook his head slightly. "No volunteering. If you must know I teach at the college, literature." He had expected her to have to reaction she did and he smirked softly at her. Really there was much more to his activities than just his work. He had a wife so he had to be home in time for dinner, most nights, but that didn't make it difficult for him to actually do other things, he managed to have a lot of spare time on his hands. He spent a fair bit of time at the bar, Joshua's Tavern to be precise. No, he is not an alcoholic but he does like to drink, he can control it, going cold turkey is quite easy for him. Obviously he likes books and other kinds of literature, why would he get a degree in it otherwise? He can often be found sitting in the park with a book in had, crime thrillers are his favourite. He likes the great outdoors, if there is a hiking track nearby he's probably going to be on it sooner or later, he's a very active person, most of the time anyway. He crosses his arms before he thinks about his answer to her next question. YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT STUFF? DARE I ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? After shifting in his seat, uncomfortably I might add, she shakes his head slowly. "My childhood was fabulous thank you very much." He spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone. It wasn't exactly a lie, he had had a rather fantastic childhood, but it could have been better, considering. His father was a rich man, owning a very successful business in London, his mother was somewhat wealthy as well being the daughter of another successful businessman who just happened to die not long after Wil was born, leaving everything to his only child. "I was a very spoilt child." This was very true, his parents gave him everything, if he wasn't happy they did everything in their power to make him so. They bought him everything he ever wanted, he wanted a prize winning pony and he got it, anything else he wanted he got. "My parents were great to me, it's a real shame that they're gone." There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he spoke about his parents. He did love them both dearly and he was sad that they were gone. It was the night of their twentieth wedding anniversary, a drunk driver had slid around a corner (it was winter and the roads were very icy) and collided with their car. Wil was only thirteen at the time and it hit him hard. Everything went to his uncle because he wasn't old enough and he spent the next five years living with the very same man who got everything that was his. He had pretty much hated the man since he was quite young, there was something about him that Wil just hadn't liked. You can imagine just how a thirteen year old boy was going to react when he was put into the care of a man that the had hated for so long. To put a long story short he rebelled like crazy and got into a lot of trouble. Wil shook his head slightly "I haven't the slightest idea why I should tell you anything about anything." He was sixteen when he was caught trying to get an adult to buy him and some friends a carton of beer. The guy refused and called the cops, it's safe to say that Wil and his friends got into a lot of trouble and Wil himself was beaten for doing something so stupid. This wasn't a regular thing, he was only beaten by his uncle when he did something incredibly wrong, like the time that he stole the car and crashed it at the end of the street. THAT'S IT? NO SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET OR ANYTHING? Snorting air out of his nose he chuckled slightly and shook his head slowly. "Yeah, like I'm going to tell you any secret I may have." Of course he had secrets, everyone did. Well, he was actually a fairly open man, thought there was one thing that he didn't tell anyone, other than his best friend and the students that were involved. He was one of those professors who were more than willing to sleep with a student, or ten, so they got a higher grade, or just because they put the offer out there. His wife doesn't know and that's the last thing he wants to happen. He loves his wife but their sex life has been rather dry for a good while, he has to get it somewhere right? EH, I'VE HEARD WORSE. IS IT GOING TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR TIME IN BRUNSWICK? Dreams! What does your character aspire to do? First or third person. IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'M SURE YOU HAVE A RELATIVE'S BASEMENT YOU CAN LIVE IN. What family members are they close to? Just talk about family. First or third person. ALRIGHT. THAT'S IT. SHUT THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT, WON'T YOU? Closing comments. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS | AGE | TIME ZONE | FOUND US? | OTHER CHARACTERS