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Junior Member
Name: Joseph(Joe) Carter
Age: 17
Personality: Joe is your stereotypical bad boy. He's unapologetically authentic(he's called bad for a reason), knows what he wants, independent, confident, passionate about his interests, risk taking, rather selfish, and wont pretend to be nice.
Fears: Being someone he isn't.
Favorite horror movie: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He likes more cruel and gore filled movies.
Bio/Backstory: Joe lived in one of the messed up slummy parts of Detroit, Michigan. He was the oldest out of 3 children. His dad was an douche who didn't do shit but drink beer, gamble, and beat Joe. His mom didn't do a thing but watch her husband hurt her son, but stopped him even laying a hand on the other two. She abandoned Joe but took his siblings, leaving him with his father when Joe was 5. Joe never saw his mother again, nor did he want to.
Joe did everything: he took on several jobs because his dad didn't work, he made food, bought clothes, took care of the bills, made sure to get to school on time(which he missed out on from time to time since he had to make money). Joe never complained about what was happening, not even once because that wasn't going to help him. All the while Joe's farther went to bars, gambled away money, and beat Joe over every bad thing that was his own fault.
There was a rainstorm. Joe was out working in whatever way he could. His father had got back from drinking early, he was pissed. He was drenched from the rain, which only made his anger worse, he had lost more money then ever before and was going to beat Joe over it like always, but he noticed Joe wasn't there which made him more pissed since he couldn't take out his anger at that moment. Joe had returned to his apartment, lightning had started to pick up in the storm. Joe saw the apartment in more of a mess than it usually is; the tv screen was shattered, couch cushions ripped and spread all over the place, a chair which appeared to have been broken against the wall, the fridge open leaking food all over the floor in the kitchen, the walls filled with holes. Joe had an idea of what happened, yet he didn't see his father anywhere in the mess of the apartment.
Almost just like a horror movie the lights went out because of the storm. It was dead silent and as dark as can be. A few seconds later...CRACK! Lightning had struck illuminating the doorway and outside was Joe's father who's shadow had eclipsed over Joe who was just standing in the doorway. Before Joe could turn around his father broke a bottle over his head, which made Joe stumble forward blood poured quickly down his face he turned around quickly to see his father drop the broken bottle and walk closer and closer...silence...CRACK! Lightning had struck once again illuminating the apartment, Joe's father lunged towards Joe tackling him down. Joe's father proceeded to choke him...silence...CRACK! Joe saw a leg from the broken chair in the corner of his eye, he grabbed it and smashed it against his father's head...silence...CRACK! Joe's dad was knocked away, and in quick succession Joe had gotten on top of his dad and proceeded to pummel his face...silence...
The storm had passed. The lights to the apartment slowly flickered on. The face Joe's father was bloodied and bruised and Joe's knuckles were bloody and his throat had minor bruising. Seeing his father on the ground hurt, after all those years of torment made Joe feel good, it made him feel happy. Not from getting revenge for what happened to him all those times, but because making someone feel pain felt nice, he understood why his father was did it all those times. Joe forgave his father for hurting him all of those times, now knowing this feeling. Joe walked to the kitchen and took a knife from the knife block. And planted it into his father's chest right between his ribs and straight into his lung. Today was Joe 12th birthday. He considered this his best birthday gift ever.
The storm had passed. The lights to the apartment slowly flickered on. The face Joe's father was bloodied and bruised and Joe's knuckles were bloody and his throat had minor bruising. Seeing his father on the ground hurt, after all those years of torment made Joe feel good, it made him feel happy. Not from getting revenge for what happened to him all those times, but because making someone feel pain felt nice, he understood why his father was did it all those times. Joe forgave his father for hurting him all of those times, now knowing this feeling. Joe walked to the kitchen and took a knife from the knife block. And planted it into his father's chest right between his ribs and straight into his lung. Today was Joe 12th birthday. He considered this his best birthday gift ever.
Since Joe was not sent into juvenile detention because it was considered self defense (They didn't know every detail). The closest family Joe had was his Aunt and Uncle on his mother's side who lived in Greely Valley (They were not in any contact with Joe's mother and were not informed about the "self defense"). Years have passed since that day. Joe's personality has been solidified as the "bad boy." Joe had snuck out of and took his uncle's Glock 26 to go shoot it out near the cemetery thinking no one would be there this late.
Equipment: 3 switchblades(incase he loses two), a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, the keys to his Nissan 240sx (which he didn't bring), and a Glock 26 that he took from his uncle's safe.
