HIGHMORE, Weston Lee

[Weston Lee Highmore]

WEST LEE HIGHMORE

FULL NAME: Weston Lee Highmore
NICKNAMES: West
AGE: Thirty Three
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Farm hand.

HAIR: Long on the top, short on the sides, a light brown, almost blonde
EYES: blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: Kanji on his hip that says "perseverance" and "strength" one full sleeve finishing on the top of his hand with an angel teddy bear on a cloud and the date of his parent's death, a lower half sleeve of tribal work with an image of his cat dressed in a military helmet with a machine gun behind it and a smoking ace below Baxter. All of which has quotes and various things to live by mixed in with it all. There's an elephant across his shoulder blades and most of his back and a old school pirate ship on the lower left side of his back as well. More Kanji going down his ribcage that he doesn't talk about. And lastly, he's got a bit from a song written out on his lower right leg with a little design around him.
PIERCINGS: his ear lobes.
PLAY-BY: Travis Deslaurier

LIKES: black coffee, sour keys, manual labour, his country, farm life, goats, horses, tending garden, succulents in the windows, rustic buildings, old buildings with tons of character, flying, dogs, sitting in front of a roaring fireplace.
DISLIKES: cold soup, mild chilli, lazy days, getting sick, not getting through his to-do list, misplacing his phone (it's also his music player), leaky roofs, romantic comedies, dance clubs, rap music, rhubarb.
FEARS: Kelly Anne showing up on his doorstep, one of his "Long lost" siblings showing up, a bug crawling in his ear in his sleep and laying eggs or getting stuck in there
SECRETS: His parents are actually his grandparents. His mother had him when she was fifteen years old. She ran off when he was two and returned some fifteen or so years later with a whole new family. He technically has at least two younger sisters that he knows absolutely nothing about and he refuses to even acknowledge any of them.
PERSONALITY: Although West was in the Air Force, he is by no means a straight-laced man. He's a bit of a mess if he were to be honest. Things have their places but he's found himself moving those places often enough that they really don't have a place at all. He's disciplined but he's also quite laidback and a bit of a goofball in the best way possible. He cares a great deal about the people in his life and will do just about anything to make sure they're happy. West keeps parts of himself hidden from the world. What they get are the laidback, funny and caring man. What he hides is the sweet side, the parts of him he isn't ready to share with the people who didn't know him through those twelve years; the protective side. People see it of course, it's hard not to see that he can be quite protective, but he doesn't exactly share it willingly either. He's got some secrets though he's not secretive and when he feels the time is right, he'll share those things about himself. He's not exactly the most romantic man in the world but he can put together a memorable night. Morally, his compass might not point due North but he has his own sense of right and wrong and he sticks to those guns. West likes to think he's charming and so far in his life, no one has contradicted that. He's not afraid of some tough work but he's also all for the fun parts of life and he'd like more of those memories.

MOTHER: Annabelle Highmore & deceased.
FATHER: Thomas Highmore & deceased.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
OTHERS: Kelly Anne & forty eight, Bio-mom (And she's not even that important)
There's also two sisters and a stepfather (Also not actually important to him, though he knows they're 19 and 20 now).
PETS: Baxter, orange tabby!
HOMETOWN: Dawson, Iowa.
HISTORY: Weston was born in a small town in Iowa to a mother who was barely fifteen and too wild for her own good. She stuck around for all of two years before she couldn't handle it anymore and slipped away in the middle of the night leaving behind nothing but a note that said farewell. As it was his grandparents had been raising him anyway so though they were scared they would never see their daughter again, that the police would be showing up informing them of her death, they also hadn't expected she stick around either. She was wild and free, couldn't be tamed they'd said. And it was true. It meant for Weston however, that his upbringing was a little more strict. They didn't want the same thing happening to their grandbaby; their second chance. Weston didn't know any of this however, and thought his parents had just had him later in life. He called them mom and dad and no one his age knew the truth of the matter. It wasn't until he was sixteen years old that Kelly Anne returned home an new woman. She'd found herself in Texas, waiting tables at of all places, a Coyote Ugly bar. It was there that she'd met the cowboy of her dreams. They'd gotten married when she'd been twenty seven and though she'd told him she didn't have no family, he found a picture of her holding a baby boy when she'd been young. He assumed, much like everyone else, that she was holding her little brother and she didn't correct him.

She waltzed back into their lives with two little girls and a husband in tow. Annabelle and Thomas were as furious more than they were happy to see their daughter. She'd left her child in the dead of night and thought she could return home and things would return to the way they'd been. It didn't work that way and Thomas told them to leave. Annabelle was too distraught and spent the day cooking and baking and cleaning the whole house top to bottom; including the attic and the basement. Weston had been away at a football game when all this happened. He'd been the pride and joy of not only Annabelle and Thomas but his high school as the starting quarterback. He was good, maybe not the greatest in the world, though his parents certainly thought so and his coaches thought him destined for the big leagues but he had other ideas in mind. When he'd gotten home, his parents sat him down and explained things to him, told him the truth of his parentage and West kind of freaked out a bit. It took him a few weeks to work through everything he'd been told, how he was feeling about it all but in the end, nothing much changed for him. His parents were still his parents, that woman who gave birth to him was absolutely no one to him and though he felt cheated out of a life he'd never known, he knew he'd been raised well. He'd had loving parents and an incredible role model in his father.

It was because of the farmer he'd been raised by that he decided to join the Air Force. He'd been a military man before his little girl was born and decided to settle down and give his wife that farm she'd always wanted. They raised animals, had horses and had all that land to grow crops and Annabelle opened up a little booth by the side of the road which turned into a little shop where she also sold her crafts and Thomas's creations. He took up woodworking and carpentry when he'd been a boy and decided as he'd gotten older to take it back up again since Annabelle had the little store. Weston loved his parents, respected the hell out of his father, the man who taught him to treat the Earth right and she would treat him with the same courtesy. At eighteen, he joined the Air Force, much to the displeasure of his mama. She was proud of him, but she was scared out of her damn mind that she would get that knock on her door like all family of military was. Over the course of the next twelve years, Annabelle and Thomas never lost count of how many times their boy was shipped out. Though because he'd joined the Air Force, he was all over the world and saw some pretty spectacular places and things. He was rarely in the seriously dangerous places because he flew cargo planes carrying equipment, supplies and people wherever they needed to go. He was one of the best. But as he got older and rose higher in the ranks, he became more and more homesick. In the end, he decided to take an honourable discharge, not sign up for another tour and return home.

He landed in New York with plans of hanging out with some friends when he got a call that took longer than it should have to find him. He'd only been in the city for two days when a family friend finally got in touch with him. He told West to get home as soon as he could, that his parents had been in a terrible accident. Some kids had been racing down their street, not aware of the ice that started in that area early. One of them skidded on the ice, spun like something in a movie and practically flew into the shop where his parent's had been closing up for the night. Annabelle died on impact but Thomas survived the initial accident, he managed to crawl to Annie but he hadn't been able to do much more than that. He'd also passed by the time the paramedics arrived on the scene. Only one of the four kids in the car was in critical condition, the other three died at one point or another. It was a horrific scene and West was torn about his feelings. On the one hand, he would have been in the shop with them if he'd been there and probably would have died, too or he could have been returning home after hanging out with friends to find the scene. And then he was relieved that he hadn't been there at all. He didn't know how he would have felt finding his parents like that. Or what he would have done. He returned home and laid his parents to rest in the plot they'd chosen so many years before under the willow tree.

It broke his heart to be back in Iowa, in the home he'd grown up in, in the house that was completely empty without his parents in it. He tried it, he really did but he couldn't cope without his parents and in the end, he decided to rent the space out. He got a real estate agent, a woman he'd grown up with, take care of the details and just put the cash in his account. He got some help packing up the place and put everything in storage, something else he requested Emily to take care of for him. He packed up his belongings in to the back of his father's truck, sold his mother's and went on down the highway. His friends in New York had come out for the funeral and had offered West a place on their couches if he wanted it. He decided to take them up on their offers and found himself in New York within a couple days of leaving his hometown behind. He hadn't thought of calling Kelly Anne and letting her know. After that visit when he'd been sixteen, he hadn't actually given her much thought at all. She wasn't exactly his family. His family was dead and he wasn't really in the mood to be letting people who didn't really care know either. It might have been cruel but he couldn't find it in him to care so he didn't lose any sleep being heartless. In New York, he couch surfed for a few months but he actually missed the farm and wanted to return it one; just not the one he'd grown up on.

Though he's not entirely sure what possessed Rosie to hire him but he found himself her hired hand. He helped to steer her though the more complex moments of farm life, helped her clean up the mess that was the house and land she'd decided to buy at, what appeared to West, random. Within a short time they'd made progress but there was still so much more to be done. Working so closely, they became friends but West is still a little closed off about his life before New York. It's no secret he was raised on a farm, knew what he was doing but the twelve years he spent away from a farm, the years that made him rusty, were a bit more cloak and dagger for him. Not because he had been on top secret missions, he had a few under his belt, but because he just really didn't want to talk about them. And the only way Rosie would ever find out was if she found his dog tags and confronted him about them. Right now, he just wants to help her get her feet under her and get the farm she wanted off the ground and thriving.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: I've handled these!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: At the end of a rainbow.
SAMPLE:

Meh!

 

[Cali]