Date of Birth:  9/12/1978  Place of Birth: New Orleans, LA
Current Location: NO, the only place to be Shoe Size: 12
Height: 6' 4" Weight: 185
Turn Ons: If she's breathing and not carrying a badge, I'm there. I have a thing about cops, they make me nervous. But I don't mind handcuffs. Motto: Don't make me mad. I'm running out of places to hide the bodies.
Favorite Food: Gumbo with something in it not road kill. Mystery meat does nothing for me. Age: 25 years old 
Biggest Weakness: My mother and don't nobody insult her or I'll kill you. And don't nobody mention my middle name or I'll open up a can of whup-ass on you. Only my mama can use it. 
Hunter Branch: I ain't no hunter, I'm a head Squire and proud of it
Pastimes: Playing pool at Sanctuary with Wren, making Mama Bear lose her mind and thinking up a believable story (I never lie to my mother, I just kind of bend the truth a lot) to tell my mama whenever one of the Dark-Hunters gets seen doing something stupid.

I'm what most people call poor white trash. My father was a career felon, my mother a stripper. I grew up in the backrooms of the strip club where she worked, helping the bouncers hustle clients.

I dropped out of school at fifteen and swore I'd take care of my mom from that day forward. Unfortunately, I wasn't much better at putting food on the table than she was. And we won't talk about how thick my juvenile record is. Thank God, they seal those things.

Anyway, I took the wrong turn down an alley one night and came face to face with Kyrian who changed my life.  He took me off the streets, gave me a legal job and got me back into school.

Though I find him offensively annoying 95% of the time, I owe him everything and I would die or kill to protect him and the rest of the Dark-Hunters. 

I'm their, shall we say, procurement expert. I find the things they need and can get an army mobilized within an hour. I also so a lot of their computer work and maintain the site.

 

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