CIVILIAN . MACGREGGOR, SCOTT

Torque

05/08/1985

Bisexual and lives it like a religion. It doesn't matter what gender you are, if you are physically appealing you can guarrenty Scott will be asking for your number, or more.

Construction Worker for the Colonial Consruction Group. He used to do manual labour back in Scotland. That was when he wasnt extorting money from people, and clocking them out.

Scott wears his strait brown hair look about his face, trimming it only when it starts to get into his eyes. He's not huge on styling it, and only does so when it's absolutely necessary.

Scott is built like a tank, and hits like one. He is wide shouldered narrow hipped and gifted with the genetics of a fighter. His body is packed with mounds of thick, dense muscle. Gained from yeas of hard labour, boxing matches with the boys and a dash of training. One thing that annoys Scott was the focus his gang had him put on his right arm. It is slightly larger the his left, perhaps only by a centimetre if one were to measure. Though it's not noticeable, he is always conscious about it.

Scott likes to wear, outside of his work outfit, a a brown suit. It's not the nicest thing in the world, but he feels it has gotten him more “fun” then jeans and a tank top ever could, it might be the whole European charm. He also loves how the long button up shirts cover his arms, making him feel safer, knowing no one will be able to see the size difference.

Scott isn't a man to beat around the bush, and hates the formalities of american life. In Scotland he felt free to say what he though, and they be damned if they felt insulted. This isn't to say he'll march right up to someone and ask for them to come home with him, though if he thinks it'll work he will. He's more likely to tell you he thinks your cute, and maybe buy you a drink or two.

Though blunt, Scott will attempt to charm his way into someone's pants, telling them exactly what he thinks of them, no lies, no over the top metaphors. If you are beautiful you will be told so, and with a genuine smile to boot. He'd much rather use words to get what he wants and needs, be it a companion for the evening or money from a shop owner back home.

Scott is cursed, as he calls it, with sexual addiction. He has learned to deal with his urges and keep them in check. He doesn't loose control, but it's very easy to tempt him. Once his train of though derails onto more carnal urges, it's hard to get him back on track. He doesn't mind talking about it, but gets annoyed when people start berating him, blaming him for it.

Scott worked for a small time gang, so he knows how to handle himself on the roads at night. His vicious right arm ready to knock out anyone who tries to take from him.

Mildly. Scott cares enough to offer a person breakfast after the night together, but that's about it. If you're lucky he'll care about you a little more, and maybe call you up from time to time. He might also treat you like a younger sibling. Though this is probably the safest way to interact with him, as he won't do anything with someone he truly likes.

Scott is absolutely terrifies of storms. Some being get the heebee jeebees, Scott has a break down. It's an even greater shame to him then his arm, as it usually makes him crawl into his bed and cry. He clings desperately to a stuffed shark he had since he was a child named “Simon”.

Scott is a smoker, often lighting one up after he's made love. He's never tried to quit, but thought about it.

Scott loves Enya, he loves the multi-tracked voice and just how calm and peaceful her songs are, something he wishes his life was life. Aside from Enya, he enjoys violin covers of popular songs.

He secretly sings "Call me baby" in the shower.

Due to his upbringing in Scotland, Scott speaks with a very heavy accent.

Scott was born to Patrick and Moira MacGreggor in the city of Creiff. They raised their son like any other lower class family would, but he always fell into the wrong crowd. They were happy to see him stand up against bullies, but found soon bullies began to use him. They moved him into nicer schools, but he still managed to get into the tough groups. His father was a well known bar brawler, so that may have influenced young Scott.

Scott grew up like his father, in the seedy parts of town, hanging with his gang. Under aged smoking and drinking were the norm for him. Scott also noticed he had... feeling the other boys didn't. He took these urges and frustrations out on the punching bag at the gym. He asked the nurses at the school, who diagnosed him with a personality disorder.

Eventually Scott got a proper diagnosis. Sexual Addict... made him sound like a rapist. He kept himself in check, but never got out of the gangs. After flunking out of high school, he joined a road work crew, fixing the A822. Noticing his size, Mark Korchvek, a Russian man, approached him and asked him to join a small gang. They needed the muscle, and Scott had plenty to spare. Reluctantly, Scott joined up. He wouldn't lie. He loved intimidating others.

He also loved sex, and practically had a new partner every night. Men, women, didn't matter to him. As long as they were cute, and played nice. One evening, he met a lovey young lady named Clara. She was radiant, beautiful, and on a vacation Italy. Scott showed her around the town, and before they new it, they had checked into the local hotel.

A few weeks later, Scott got a phone call that made his jaw drop. He was going to be a father. He didn't want that, at all. Neither did Clara. Scott thought that would be the end of it, but her father called back the next day. Clara had gotten the abortion, and an expensive one. Now Scott was supposed to pay the bill... He could barely pay rent! To make things better, Clara's father was a member of the mafia! The Italian mafia! He did what his grandmother, an ex-sniper, suggested and fled. He told his friends, family and gang that he was leaving due to the poor job market. Only Grandma knew where he was going and why.

He landed a job in construction quickly with the Colonial Construction group. He worked as a day labourer, and at night was back to his old habits. Two weeks have passed since he fled, and he's been living the American dream, so to speak.

Lucas O'Connor, “Reader” Reed

I fully allow Fate to decide.

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