ANDERSON, Fletcher Dennis

[fletcher dennis anderson]

FLETCHER DENNIS ANDERSON

FULL NAME: Fetcher Dennis Anderson.
NICKNAMES: Fletch
AGE: Twenty-six
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Construction Worker.

HAIR: Brown and varies between short and styled neat and grown out of style and shaggy because he can’t be bothered getting it cut again.
EYES: Brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A few from construction sites and growing up, but nothing severe or really that stands out.
TATTOOS: He has his brother’s name on the inside of his forearm.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: François Arnaud!

LIKES: Card games, probability, card tricks, cheap whiskey, casinos, tattoos, flip lighters, action movies, night clubs, chocolate chip cookies, staying in bed, fire, games on his phone, partying, churches, olives, keeping the window open, city sounds, cheeseburgers, beer, chilli fries, sunny days, Monster energy drinks, happy endings.
DISLIKES: the police, bad endings, people disrespecting his brother, crying, his parents, hangovers, hotels, too much facial hair, coughing, fake laughs, chocolate cake, being sick, weddings, wearing a tie, tea, cold nights, art galleries, banana milkshakes, sailing, white jeans, snobs, little kids, crime shows, plastic surgery.
FEARS: Being paralysed, never having a family, caves.
SECRETS: Most of the time Fletcher only got into trouble helping his brother out. Now that Kyle is dead it’s more to do with him struggling to cope with the grief and the realisation that he’s alone in the world.
PERSONALITY: Fletcher comes across as a bit of a slacker. He’s good at his job on the sites, but there’s a very lazy attitude that oozes from him a lot of the time. This comes from his brother, Kyle, who always took the easy (and illegal) route and kind of looked after Fletcher with that. He’s angry and grieving and those two go hand in hand. Fletcher’s rage is a result of his grief and the manner in which he lost his brother. It makes him act recklessly these days, hanging out at bars and places where trouble can be found generally so her can unleash some of it. Most of the time he has trouble with authority and cannot stand the NYPD or even being around them – which is quite difficult in the city. He’s surprisingly family orientated which might not seem the most obvious given that he’s a bit wary around kids, but Fletcher desperately wants a family someday. He’s a bit lost without his brother, and feeling very lonely since Kyle was really all he had in terms of stability in his life. Frustrated with life, Fletcher is looking for a change. He wants more in his life than one night stands and drunken fist fights, but in all honesty, his head probably isn’t in the right space for anything different; at least not without someone to help him.

MOTHER: Sara Lynn Lee, 56.
FATHER: Luther Scott Anderson, 59.
SIBLINGS: Kyle Seymour Anderson, deceased.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: N/A
HOMETOWN: Queens, New York City.
HISTORY: Sara and Luther were, to put it nicely, drugged up messes most of the time. Their minds were frequently on when they could get their next fix, and much of their time was spent squatting in squalor until Sara fell pregnant with their first son. Kyle’s birth brought with it a small, cramped apartment provided by a social housing group that helped with situations like theirs. Sara kicked her habits for a while, but Luther didn’t do so well, and it wasn’t too long before she was back scratching for a fix, too, and not long after that she had another son, Fletcher. They cared very little for their boys, but they liked the money they brought in from the government because that money could buy them a small fix of whatever they were shooting up now.

For as long as Fletcher could remember, it was Kyle who raised him and looked after him. He cooked him sloppy meals from tins stolen from the corner store, tucked him in at night on the mattress they shared and it was them who took on the world of school and bad guys when their parents were too high or stoned to do anything for them. Kyle was his best friend, his brother, and his hero. In Fletcher’s opinion it didn’t matter what Kyle had to do or what he did, to Fletcher he could do no wrong. When everyone let him down, and when the other kids didn’t play with him because of the rumours of his parents, Kyle was always there for him.

Fletcher went through his youth with the same kind of thing. He relied a lot on his brother, his parents were never around much, and the teachers at school didn’t think much of him. He wasn’t a popular kid, nor was he a target for the bullies. He wasn’t smart or talented, but just another face at the back of the classroom, a C grade student at best who would leap to his brother’s defence even if it meant he got a black eye and bruised ribs because he was two years too young to understand what was really happening. He never went on to college, but switched between low paying jobs straight out of school. At this point in his life he had moved out of the squalor of a home that his parents had, and now he lived with Kyle. His brother was doing well for himself in a career that was far from legal, but Fletcher didn’t care

When Fletcher was twenty-four he kind of lived under the impression that life would always be fine. He didn’t seem to realise what Kyle was getting into. He was quite a big time criminal now, and he was getting in deep. No one could say a bad thing about him to Fletcher though, who at this point was working as part of a construction crew. One night there was a raid on the building that Kyle was robbing with his crew and for one reason or another, Kyle thought he could get away. He got into a shootout with the police and it ended with him being shot and killed.

Kyle’s death hit Fletcher hard, and in the worst possible way. He didn’t give a damn that his brother had been doing something illegal or that he had actually shot at the police officers first. He became angry at the NYPD to the point of loathing them, buried himself in a grief he couldn’t understand, and absolutely refused to hear the slightest bad word about Kyle. His brother was a hero, no matter what. Ever since then Fletcher has been a hot mess. He only works because there’s no other way to pay the rent, but apart from that he’s a reckless man who is lost in his grief, deep in the darkness of his own heart. He’s angry and confused and desperate to have his family back again.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykimasalways.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In my back catalogue of music.
SAMPLE:

No! Never!

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