- Messages
- 64
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Knotted 12 Inch Unyielding Cedar Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 33
D'Artagnan had been busy. His life had been... hectic, to say the least. He'd grown up with just his mom, who had run a yoga studio in New Zealand growing up. Which had just so happened to be next door to Amy Davidson. He had been enrolled in her Gymnastics classes, and had spent four years spending quality time with one little Avaria Lockwood. She had been a sweetie, and they'd often been left in the rec center while their moms were working classes. They had been close at one point. She'd been like a little sister to him. But when he was 14, he'd started hanging out with the wrong person, who had been jealous enough he'd managed to cut Darts association with the girl.
And before he'd been able to reconnect, Ava's mother and grandmother had passed away, putting her into foster care. It took him a week to learn she was gone. He didn't want to admit it, but he'd cried. A lot. He had been close to Amy and Helen, and it had hurt him deeply to know they were gone. And to lose Ava on top of that had hurt him the most. He should have been there for her.
It wasn't long after that, when his mother had remarried. They had moved to Paris, France, and he'd been there for years. His mother and stepfather had divorced after a few years, and his stepfather had promptly run off with his secretary. He had started school then, having decided to be a private investigator. Mostly just because he wanted to see his little Ava again. He had just gotten his license, and his first order of business had been to locate the blond.
He stood outside of her flat now, nervous. Well... her families store. Would she even remember him? It felt like a lifetime ago. Nervous, he made his way inside, being allowed entry to the stairwell to the flat above by Ava's younger half-sister, Emily Hastings. He let out a slow breath, raising his hand and knocking on her door before shoving his hands in his jacket pocket and waiting for Ava to answer.
And before he'd been able to reconnect, Ava's mother and grandmother had passed away, putting her into foster care. It took him a week to learn she was gone. He didn't want to admit it, but he'd cried. A lot. He had been close to Amy and Helen, and it had hurt him deeply to know they were gone. And to lose Ava on top of that had hurt him the most. He should have been there for her.
It wasn't long after that, when his mother had remarried. They had moved to Paris, France, and he'd been there for years. His mother and stepfather had divorced after a few years, and his stepfather had promptly run off with his secretary. He had started school then, having decided to be a private investigator. Mostly just because he wanted to see his little Ava again. He had just gotten his license, and his first order of business had been to locate the blond.
He stood outside of her flat now, nervous. Well... her families store. Would she even remember him? It felt like a lifetime ago. Nervous, he made his way inside, being allowed entry to the stairwell to the flat above by Ava's younger half-sister, Emily Hastings. He let out a slow breath, raising his hand and knocking on her door before shoving his hands in his jacket pocket and waiting for Ava to answer.