WELSH, Reuben Trevor

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REUBEN TREVOR WELSH

FULL NAME: Reuben Trevor Welsh
NICKNAMES: Reu
AGE: Thirty-three
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Paramedic.

HAIR: Brown, short and in the same style since his freshman year of college. He styles it with a bit of wax most days, but it still ends up looking dishevelled and messy by the time he’s crawling into his too-big and too-empty bed..
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: There are some very faint ones speckled about his face. There’re from an accident in college when he fell through the window of his dorm. It’s hard to see them unless you’re up close, but there are quite a few.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None – his left ear used to be pierced but he took that out for hygiene and work reasons.
PLAY-BY: Misha Collins!

LIKES: working the night shift, binge watching a TV show, cereal, his laptop, coffee shops, being in a crowd, sleeping, baseball, walking, carrying headphones with him, grapes, black coffee, going to visit his parents, saving a life, thankful patients, long showers, old jeans, mints, sweet potato fries, cats.
DISLIKES: not being able to save someone, people telling him to get back out there, pep talks, sticky lipgloss, silence, vacation days, green tea, crying, cemeteries, scented candles, throw pillows, spending time in hospital buildings, cereal bars, baths, the ocean, uncomfortable couches, alcohol, orange juice with pulp.
FEARS: the ocean, bulls, airplane crashes.
SECRETS: He doesn’t drink at all because he could see just how easy it would be to lose himself in the bottle after Margaret’s death..
PERSONALITY: Reuben isn’t anything like the man he used to be. He’s introverted and lost these days, very much keeping to himself. Grief still plays a major part in his life and he’s weighed down by guilt for the life he wasn’t able to save. He’s always been something of an outcast and a loner, but these aren’t things that bother him, though they are more prevalent in his life over the last half a decade. He’s miserable and doesn’t try to hide it, but instead just pushes forward knowing that there’s a reason he’s alive. He understands that he has a purpose and a reason to be here, but Reuben just can’t find it in him to be happy anymore. There’s a series of what ifs and buts that play over and over in his head and they torment him when they shouldn’t. Haunted is one way to describe him, and he’s plagued with all that could have been and isn’t. He’s tired, but does have moments when he can be reminded what it’s like to be alive. He’s not one for losing his temper, but there are plenty of times and reasons when he can snap at others. Reuben has never been a brilliant romancer, and after the tragedy of Margaret’s death, he’s not been able to put his heart back together or find comfort with anyone else. Plus, no one has been able to tolerate his mournful ways or stick around to pull him out of his rut.

MOTHER: Betty Gianna Welsh, 67.
FATHER: Lionel Kevin Welsh, 66.
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHERS: Margaret Viola Smythe, deceased, was his fiancé.
PETS: American shorthair named Clover!
HOMETOWN: Auburn, Maine.
HISTORY: Betty and Lionel met later in life. Lionel already had one failed marriage behind him and Betty was sort of convinced that she would be alone forever after all of her friends had gotten married and left her the only single woman from their little friendship group. She worked in a local school as the receptionist and Lionel was a bus driver. Their jobs weren’t golden, but they were enough to put food on the table. More than anything though they wanted children. It took years for them to conceive and when they did the pregnancy was horrific, and Betty spent more time in the hospital than she did at home. Complications and problems came up every few weeks and there were concerns for the health of the baby. However, although he was on the small side at birth and arrived a few weeks early, Reuben was a healthy little boy. He spent the first few weeks of his life in hospital just for the doctors to be sure and so he could get his weight up, but he was a marvellous little boy and everything his parents had wished for.

Growing up, Reuben was a strange little boy. He was awkward, but harmless. Other children couldn’t understand that though so he was a bit of an outcast at school. Reuben was such a little dear though that he didn’t take it in a bad way. He just went off to the corner and played with his action figures or doodled. He was the only child of two of the most loving parents on the planet; he didn’t need other kids to accept him. Betty had hoped that he would make friends and have a wonderful childhood, and so it hurt her to see her little boy come out of the classroom alone, but Reuben was always wearing a smile. When he was a kid it was like there was nothing that could keep him down.

It was during high school that he realised he wanted to be a paramedic. He wanted to help people, but he had never really liked hospitals. Lionel had needed surgery when Reuben was thirteen and there was something really unnerving about the sterile walls of the building where he had visited his father. It had unsettled him and stayed with him ever since, even though Lionel had been perfectly fine. Reuben didn’t want to be in another hospital if he didn’t have to be, but being a paramedic might just suit him. He liked the idea very much and spoke to the teachers he needed to about the grades he needed for the college programmes. They helped him with extra credit assignments when he asked for them.

It was during college that he met the stunning Margaret Smythe. She was a Marketing major who Reuben met at a local student bar one Friday night. There was an instant connection and things were looking up for the young man. He was doing remarkably well in his classes and she was beautiful and head over heels for him. They stayed together throughout school, and when it came time to graduate, Reuben made the decision to move to New York with her. It was the city she was originally from and she had a job lined up there already. It didn’t take him too long to find a position with the FDNY with their ambulance teams either.

They got themselves a nice little apartment and for three years things were just nice and fine. Everything was how they wanted to be. After the three years had gone by, Reuben considered the future. He went out, bought a ring, and arranged the perfect night. Margaret said yes, and with great joy they broke the news to their parents. Wedding magazines and binders came out and they started planning their big day. They didn’t want to rush it, so picked a date for two years later, giving them time to get things sorted, have guests invited and arrange everything just right for themselves.

It was three months before the wedding. Reuben was out working the night shift, and it was a rough shift. He was on one side of the city responding to a call when a break in saw Margaret get pushed over. She hit her head on the coffee table and neighbours called it in when they saw the door ajar on their return from a night out. It destroyed Reuben when he heard his address come over the radio. Even more so when he got to the hospital and found out what had happened. He had dedicated his life to saving others and he couldn’t save the only life that truly mattered to him. He would have died for Margaret and yet he had to watch as she was kept alive by machines, doctors telling him and her parents that all they could do was hope for a miracle. That maybe if someone had found her sooner things could be different. The bleeding on her brain had been traumatic, there was no way she could ever come back to them as she was.

Three days later, Margaret passed and Reuben’s world came crashing down. Everything he was had gone and all that was left was a hollow shell. She was buried a little over a week later, but Reuben took six months before he could climb back into an ambulance and he only did that because he knew he had no other skills. Plus, he knew somewhere inside that Margaret wouldn’t want him to give up just because he had lost her. People – strangers – had died on him before and that would be exactly how she’d tell him to see it, even though the thought of looking at her like that was horrific.

It’s five years later now, but Reuben still isn’t the man he once was. His grief for not being able to save Margaret, for all the what ifs that plague his thoughts, they ruin him. He’s still a paramedic – a very competent one, but he’s lost. He’s so far from who he used to be, living in a bare apartment and hardly living his life like he used to. It’s a sad story, and one that needs a happy ending. He knows Margaret wouldn’t want this for him, but he’s still heartbroken and misses her more than anything. She was his best friend, his love, and his life.

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