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Fred Thompson

"If 'Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads', my days are being spent in Hell."

0 · 311 views · located in Tresslington, Yorkshire Dales

a character in “The Village: 1914 to 1920”, as played by RjWaltz

Description

Frederick Thompson


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β€œOnly that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden






Gender: Male

Age: 35

Nicknames: Fred. Sometimes referred to as Freddy.

Occupation: Farmer/Farm Owner






Height: 178 cm (5'10")

Weight: 19 stone (266 lbs)

Build: Muscular

Hair Colour: Black with streaks of Gray.

Eye Colour: Brown

Scars: Fred's body is riddled with scars. He has received countless injuries from his work tending his field, countless scraps from his boxing days, and a few scars from his father. Those from his father are strictly whip markings across his back. His most noticeable scars are: the Cauliflower Ear from his left ear, small cut scars on his hands and arms, and a bullet wound scar in his right side, which is only visible while he is shirtless. Only his late wife knew the story behind the gunshot scar.

Brief written description: Fred is a very rough man, who had been raised by an even rougher man. He has a tan during the summer months from working in the fields. His body is covered in scars, usually from either farming or boxing. Rarely is he seen without a drink in his hand. His hair, once jet black, has thinned and begun to gray since his late wife's death.

Clothing preference:Usually seen in casual clothes. Most commonly seen in cotton pants, leather vest, and a button-down shirt with boots. During hot weather, he can be seen plowing without a shirt. Back when he went to church, he would wear a fancier outfit, or his "Sunday best."






Skills:
*He is an exceptional farmer. When his wife was alive, he could grow such luscious crops that buyers would come from as far as London to purchase from him.

*Despite not receiving a formal education past standard schooling, Fred is very brilliant. He is able to learn new things very quickly, which enabled him to quickly master: fighting, hunting, trapping, farming, skinning and butchering animals, cooking, carpentry, gun maintenance, and even a little field medicine.

*Due to his stint as a back alley fighter, Fred has an extremely high tolerance of pain, as well as intimate knowledge in how to fight another human, especially in hand-to-hand combat.

Quirks:
*He tends to have a dry sense of humor. So dry that sometimes it's hard to tell if he's joking or not, especially with his imposing nature.

*Currently, he is more drunk than sober at any given time. Every time he sees one of his children, he is reminded of his deceased wife. When he is reminded of her, Fred forces them to do a chore or scares them off before his feelings can bubble up from beneath the surface.

*Tends to react impulsively, and occasionally violently, to many situations.

Likes:
+Farming chores.
+Hunting.
+Drinking.
+Smoking.
+Fighting.
+Reading.
+Hard work.
+His children.
+His late wife, Louise Thompson.

Dislikes:
-Liars.
-Thieves.
-Laziness.
-Shortcuts.
-Softness.
-Superiority.
-God.
-Strawberries.

Fears:
#Himself.
#Forgetting Louise.
#Remembering Louise.
#Moving forward.
#Becoming his father.
#Losing everything.

Written description: Fred is a very rough man, who had been raised by an even rougher man. He has a tan during the summer months from working in the fields. His body is covered in scars, usually from either farming or boxing. Rarely is he seen without a drink in his hand. His hair, once jet black, has thinned and begun to gray since his late wife's death.

Since her death, Fred has become calloused and hollow, striking out against some violently on occasion. His children view him as abusive and an alcoholic due to his strict, imposing nature and his tendency to physically discipline his children. However it may feel to them, Fred has always taken care not to permanently injure any of his children.

While he has mourned Louise's death a great deal in the months following her passing, Fred has developed a sense that she may have been hiding something from him. She had attempted to confess on her death bed, but had been unable to do so. Since then, he has been attempting to discover what she was trying to confess to him.






Relationship Status: Widower

Family:

Wife: Louise Thompson (deceased)
Eldest Son: Will Thompson
Daughter: Lucy Thompson
Youngest "Son": Edward Thompson

History: At a young age, he knew that he would be the owner of his family's estate. He took to the tools of the trade like a duck to water, which enabled him to help out his father with the farm at an unusually young age. After his sister became very ill one winter, Fred began to lift weights, intent on becoming stronger. When she passed, Fred fell into a path of self-destruction; pertaining to risky back alley brawls in particular. During those times, he met Louise, right after he beat up her boyfriend. He bought her a drink with his winnings, and that's all it took. Louise fell in love with him very quickly; Fred was the only boy exciting enough to keep her attention, yet kind in the ways that mattered. The two were married when Fred was fifteen. A few months later, Louise was with child. It was during her due date that some bizarre incident happened between Fred and his father. Some say it was a heated argument. Others guess that his father was found dead. Others still believe Fred's father is still out there, having abandoned his last remaining child. The property fell to the hands of Fred when he was only sixteen.

He and Louise raised their child as best they could, all the while tending to the farm. Two children and several years treated Fred to the best years of his life. He had everything he could ever want. Then, during the fateful winter, his wife fell ill. She spent many nights confined in bed with pneumonia, or what looked like pneumonia to Fred. In the throes of her dying breath, Louise attempted to confess something to Fred, despite his protests. However, before she could confess to him, Louise passed on. Grief-stricken, Fred withdrew into alcohol, viewing it as a safe alternative to what he had done when his sister passed. Months after her passing, Fred still finds himself haunted by her memory.



Secret Word:Village Life

So begins...

Fred Thompson's Story

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Character Portrait: Sara Clarke Character Portrait: Will Thompson Character Portrait: Fred Thompson
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William Thompson


High above the festivities, soft breathing echoed from the top of a tree. Some neighborhood children surrounded the tree, tossing little pebbles up at its branches. They whispered excitedly, giggling and throwing pebbles at the tree. Then, just when they least expected it, the young man in the tree poked his head out, roaring at them while hanging upside-down. The children screamed and ran off, leaving him laughing hysterically.
Will grabbed the thickest branch below him, flipping upright as he unhooked his legs, and landed on the ground. The branch smeared with black dust from his hand. He glanced around, yawning, at the festivities occurring around him. He scratched his head, streaking black through his hair as he walked around. Soon enough, his eyes fell upon a group of people gathering around a refreshment stand. Will's heart leaped up into his throat.

The winter had been harsh, but not in the normal way he experienced before. She was laying in bed, delirious with fever. His father told him that she had something to tell him, but Will couldn't hear it. He wouldn't. This wasn't something he ever wanted to experience.
"Billy goat, is that you? I can't see you. Are you there?" her voice was frail, weak. Will stepped forward, kneeling next to her bed.
"Yes, mother, I'm here," he could barely speak, his words choking down tears.
She smiled wearily, "Billy goat, I need you to do something for me."
He shook his head, "No, please." Tears ran down his cheeks.
"Please, take care of him for me," she breathed. His mother fell into unconsciousness. The room blurred around Will. He could feel himself being moved by the rough hands of his father. A kind of numbness filled his body, and he backed into the corner of the room. His father looked over at him. Will could feel himself moving, his feet carrying him away. Away from the house. Away from the farm.


Will's hands began to shake. His face burned red, and he averted his gaze from Sara. He struggled to catch his breath, and leaned against the side of a tree, willing himself to stop shaking. a few villagers approached him, making sure he was well. He dismissed them, mumbling about getting up to fast. As he sat down at the tree, his gaze turned back to Sara.