TENNYSON, Thatcher Mathias

[Thatcher Mathias Tennyson]

THATCHER MATHIAS TENNYSON

FULL NAME: Thatcher Mathias Tennyson
NICKNAMES: Thatch
AGE: Twenty-three
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Cruciverbalist (he makes crossword puzzles).

HAIR: Light to medium brown, short on the sides and a bit longer at the top. A bit of pomade to spike and out the door he goes.
EYES: Blue-grey.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none.
TATTOOS: none
PIERCINGS: None
PLAY-BY: Logan Lerman!

LIKES: Puzzles, intelligent women, cold beer, clever people, sitting in the park, snowboarding, dogs, sitting in front of the fireplace, a good book, thriller films, going out to dinner, bagels and cream cheese, intellectual conversation, pretzels from a cart.
DISLIKES: surprises, cats, rats, bagels with only butter, housework, getting sick, public transport, exercise, crowded bars, making mistakes, action flicks, iced tea, being interrupted
FEARS: snakes, being a failure, flying
SECRETS: Thatcher’s heart was broken by his high school sweetheart. And that heartbreak saw him become a bit of a womanizer through the rest of his time in college but he thinks he’s settled down a bit now.
PERSONALITY: Thatcher has and probably always be a bit of a quirky man. He liked puzzles more than he ever liked people. People are complicated puzzles; ones that even Thatch couldn’t solve. Despite that, Thatcher is a good man who is very loyal to those he considers friends, which he’ll admit are few. He’s just as complicated as the next person but he can come across a little bit clinical but that’s usually when his mind is in puzzle-making mode. Thatcher is a very clever man but that doesn’t mean he can’t be completely clueless from time to time. He can and very much is. Over all though, Thatcher is a sweet guy who tends to be a bit misunderstood. He likes to think he’s a ladies’ man but really he’s just a nerdy little flirt and because he’s doesn’t look like the nerd he is he gets the ladies. Thatcher is by no means a tough guy. He’s more of a lover not a fighter but he’s positive, if the situation arose, he could handle himself. He’s an intelligent man who tends to get carried away when he’s passionate about something.

MOTHER: Meredith Tennyson & 48.
FATHER: Nicholas Tennyson & 49.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Lauren Jones & 23
PETS: None right now!
HOMETOWN: Kailau, Honolulu, Hawaii.
HISTORY: From a young age everyone knew there was something different about Thatcher. He was very introverted as a child, cared more about solving puzzles than he did about making friends or doing what normal kids did. His mother was concerned of course and had him tested for just about everything under the sun, assuming there was actually something wrong with her son. That was hardly the case. No, in Thatch’s case, he was just a quirky kid who knew he was clever enough to solve the puzzles. He liked figuring out how all the pieces fit, loved all sorts of puzzles and when all the tests came back inconclusive, the doctor’s just said as much about his quirkiness; said he would eventually grow out of it. So Thatcher continued on as he was. Eventually girls became a thing he was interested in but for a while he was confused by them; always refusing he still is. He soon realised though that if he thought of them like a puzzle, it was easier.

High school was a nightmare for the first year or so. He’d been a scrawny, super pale kid who was in serious need of social interaction and vitamin D. And then it was like an overnight transformation. He left school a scrawny ankle-biting freshman and walked through those doors a six foot plus, fairly built sophomore with a hot haircut. That cute smile as everyone called it started being described as sexy. Girls started whispering about him as he walked through the halls. He never noticed because despite the obvious growth spurt and the two months spent on his grandparent’s farm, he was the same quirky guy. He just learned to hide it with headphones plugged into an iPod. His fellow students stopped thinking he was a freak and started thinking he was just philosophical. Thatcher didn’t get it, nor did he really care. He was perfectly happy how he was. And then Lauren Jones walked into his life and it forever changed.

Girls were still a puzzle, and always would be but Lauren took a genuine interest in Thatcher and he felt the same. She was willing to help Thatch unravel the many layers of the puzzle. They stayed together through graduation and then when he went off to college, they agree to try the long distance thing. She was off to Colorado and he was hitting Northwestern to study English. About six months into his freshman year, Thatcher decided he wanted to surprise Lauren. They’d been talking about visiting each other and though he’d been planning to drive over in two weeks, he found the time and went. And subsequently got his heart ripped from his chest and stomped on. Lauren had found herself enjoying the frat menu a little more freely than Thatch really knew. They broke up right then and there and Thatcher got back in his car and drove away. He only made it about halfway back when he pulled into a bar and figured it was time to see what the rest of the world was like. The place was a bit of a dive, no one gave a damn that he wasn’t old enough to be in there; probably more because he looked like he belonged.

The bartender poured him a drink without asking what it was he wanted, leaned against the wooden top and asked, “what’s her name?”. The story poured out of his mouth like water from a fountain. He didn’t stop until it was all out there, which took just long enough for the bartender to pour him two more drinks and watch with a sad smile as Thatcher tossed them back with a grimace. He’d drank before but it had been beer and it hadn’t been his favourite. Whatever the bartender was pouring down his throat now burned but in a good way. Thatcher liked it. The bartender gave him some sound advice before dragging his drunk ass to the adjoining apartment and dropping his sorry ass on the couch. Marty took pity on the kids who walked in heartbroken. He’d seen them all more than once and knew they just needed an ear for that first heart break. In the morning, when he was sober again, Thatch apologised but stuck around for a bit to hear Marty’s story before he said his farewells and hopped back in his car, headed back to Northwestern.

Thatch was determined to put the cheating heartbreaker behind him. The next three years flew by with Thatcher stockpiling notches and not putting much thought into it. These were supposed to be his party years after all, he could afford to get a little crazy; which he definitely did. But then he graduated and needed to figure out what he needed to do with an English degree. He wasn’t interested in teaching, he had no patience for dealing with people in general so being a librarian was out of the question as well. He could have gone into publishing but that hadn’t interested him either. And then he did the crossword puzzle in the paper and got a brilliant idea. Within a couple short months, Thatcher had moved from the apartment just off campus with his friends to a small place in New York City. All the while, he’d created dozens and dozens of puzzles. A single interview was all it took to change his life and open the doors for him to expand on his publications. Within six months, Thatcher’s puzzles were everywhere. They weren’t always featured twice in a row but they were featured enough to make a real living on them. Now at twenty-three, Thatcher is okay with how everything turned out. There’s still plenty he wants to do but he gets that there’s still so much time do to everything in.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: I've taken care of these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In an oyster shell.
SAMPLE:

I can do magic!

[Cali]