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Kevin Wolfe

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a character in “Master of Tides”, as played by Rainbow Sprinkle Cake

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Name: Kevin James Wolfe
Nickname(s): Kev, Wolf, Cambria Marmalade (stage name)
Age: Twenty-three
Sexuality: Bisexual, however he has an affinity for young exotic men.
Role: Bartender





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Likes:
* Shopping
* Attractive people
* Painting
* Wearing women's clothing
* Parties
* Gourmet food
* Being the center of attention
* Being wealthy
* Talking

Dislikes:
* Being interrupted
* Bigotry
* Runny mascara
* People who talk too much
* Bad hair days
* Junk food
* Looking cheap
* Overly sexual people

Fears:
Kevin is well known for being a bit over the top, the reason for this is linked heavily to his need to be the center of attention. He fears being alone, left out, and forgotten. In an endeavor to never let that happen he can be flamboyant and sometimes just down right obnoxious. He knows that he can take it too far sometimes to the point of making someone uncomfortable or even annoyed. However Kevin really doesn't care as long as it means someone noticed him.





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Personality:
Kevin is anything but boring, he has a constant need to be entertained and his choices in life reflect that. Spontaneous, self centered, and always over the top emotionally Kevin make sure he surrounds himself with people who are willing to give him their undivided attention. All be it most are superficial people who cling to him only long enough for his money to spend and say their goodbyes as soon as his account is empty. However this doesn't seem to bother Kevin as long as they come back once he is paid again.

Kevin thinks highly of his physical appearance, now this isn't all bad he is very aware of what he puts in his body. However at times he is on the brink of complete narcissism. On occasions he has been caught up in the frenzy of a large party and indulgences such as drugs, alcohol and sex. Only to say in the next breath he only puts the finest foods into his body and adorns his body with only the most exquisite clothing. Sporting a closet that some fashion models would surely be jealous of.

Another aspect of Kevin is his alter ego Cambria Marmalade. When Kevin isn't working his day job bartending at The Fickle Peach, he is stretching his acting and singing legs at the local gay bar. His love of fine woman's clothes comes out like a peacocks feathers when he is in full drag on a stage. If you think Kevin is bad Cambria is Kevin off the Richter scale, a self proclaimed diva she can tear you down with slew of words. Ripping away you dignity and sending you into an emotional ball on the floor in a corner, wondering why you were ever born. Cambria feeds off of making everyone around her feel like shit.

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History:
Kevin didn't grow up in typical circumstances. His mother was a waitress in a bar for as far back as he could remember. His father on the other hand was a professional alcoholic who reveled in putting his fist through walls and faces, especially his wife's. Kevin's early years were spent, holding ice packs or anything cold to his mother's battered face so she wouldn't go to work with a black eye. They had a close bond and Kevin was a loving boy who would spend hours just laying next to his mother trying to comfort her. Now I'm sure you're thinking well if this cute mental picture was Kevin. What the hell happened that made him become the egotistical jerk? Well sweet caring, little boys are often seen as weak by abusive intoxicated men who struggle with showing their emotions in healthy ways. As Kevin grew from a cute little boy into an awkward teenager, his father turned a good dose of his aggression and abuse towards him. To "toughen him up", his father would say because we all know a man who treats a woman with love and compassion is weak and useless.

When Kevin was sixteen, after a rather nasty fight with his father the night before. He came to his mother's room expecting to see her nursing another broken nose only to find the room a disheveled mess clothes haphazardly tossed around the room and a note laying on her pillow with Kevin's name on it. It went into great detail about how much she loved Kevin and that she wished she could have taken him with her. He ended up balling up the note in anger, she had fled... leaving him behind to become the center of his father's abuse. Maybe she felt like she had only one chance to get herself out and maybe she thought that Kevin was able to find his own way out. That he was old enough to break away and take care of himself. The only thing Kevin felt was betrayed, abandoned, and unwanted. For a few more years Kevin stayed in the home with his father. Dealing with the beatings, and constant verbal onslaught of abuse, everything his father dished out. All on top of dealing with the typical problems of being an awkward teenager trying to figure out his own identity especially sexually. Finding himself attracted to both his male and female peers.

When Kevin was nineteen he finally managed to get away, a shitty job washing dishes in a bar, and an apartment that was more like a closet with a bug ridden mattress tossed into it. All that mattered to him at that point was the fact that he was finally out of his father's clutches. Over the years working his way up, from dishes, to fry cook, to bus boy, and finally he found himself tending the bar itself. Kevin eventually made a name for himself as a very good bartender. Leaving behind his old life and becoming a bartender at one of the high end bars.

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Other:

So what's his problem?

Despite, his outwardly appearance Kevin is absolutely miserable. He likes to put on an act of confidence and affluence. However the truth of the matter is he's heavily in debt and emotionally drained. He wants to get back to that simple time when it was just him and his mother. The only problem is he has no idea where she is, she left no clues as to where she went, and Kevin has exhausted all other resources trying to first out. All searches have turned out empty handed, Kevin was at his wits end when a letter came to him. Could it possibly be a sign maybe this is the break he had been hoping for.





So begins...

Kevin Wolfe's Story

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Character Portrait: Roxie Wood Character Portrait: Kevin Wolfe Character Portrait: Matt Hale Character Portrait: Bayleigh Lowe Character Portrait: Lady Anne Blackwood Character Portrait: Emily Tolson

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Even with the constant, comforting sounds of the sea, the ship was too quiet. The crew were back on land, having agreed to let the ship be used for this quest, adventure, whatever you wanted to call it. Roxie had tried to persuade Austin to stay, to come with them- but apparently part of the deal was that they couldn't accompany the ship. Roxie was captain now. She knew that she was going to have to teach some of the group to sail as well, because if anything happened to her, she was not letting this ship go down as well. They'd gotten a huge pile of supplies, but now had no crew. Not unless everybody else just so happened to be a pirate or a member of the navy.

She swung her feet out of her bunk and stood up. It must have been almost time for the others to have gathered at the docks. She changed into a pair of light, black leggings, a white shirt and the captain's jacket that Austin had left her. She buckled her belt around her waist and slid her sword and pistol into place, before pulling her hair back in a messy braid. She swallowed her cup of pills, washed them down with water, then headed up to the deck. She had enough pills for ninety days. If they were at sea any longer than that... well, they'd have to deal with that when and if it came to it.

It wasn't hard to spot the group. They clearly weren't sailors, anyway. It was... a little smaller than she had imagined, but that was probably a good thing. Less of a drain on the supplies. She let down the ramp, folding her arms and looking at them.

"It's pretty obvious that none of you lot are used to the high seas. Roxie Wood, your captain for this trip."

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Matt left early that morning, having paid one of his friends to look after Jess until he got back, or... until she didn't need looking after any more. She'd been having a bad morning and had cried when he was leaving, making him feel even worse. But if it was her certain death or a possibility of her cure, then he would always take the risk. Even if it meant a possibility of him dying.

He had been the first to arrive at the docks and had watched the others arrive. Three other girls, one guy. One of the girls looked like she was still a teenager, while the others seemed to be a little older. He stayed out of the way, keeping his head low for hear of being recognised. After a while, he turned his attention to the ships. A woman had gotten onto the deck of one of them, and as she neared, he could get a better look at her. She was maybe a little over average height, dressed vaguely like a pirate. His suspicions were confirmed when he got a glimpse of the sword hanging at her waist. More than likely a pirate.

She kicked down a plank onto the docks, introducing herself as Roxie Wood and as their captain. Yep, she was a pirate. She stood with confidence. As he approached, he realised that she wasn't as impressive. She was thin and pale- but her gaze was strong as she caught him staring. One of her eyebrows arched, and he grinned at her. "Matt Hale," he said, holding out a hand. She shook it, grinning back at him.

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Character Portrait: Roxie Wood Character Portrait: Kevin Wolfe Character Portrait: Matt Hale Character Portrait: Bayleigh Lowe Character Portrait: Lady Anne Blackwood Character Portrait: Emily Tolson

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Lady Anne a princess of Scotland was new to traveling without her parents and or without people watching her. She had went more on her own without telling her parents. All she wanted, all she wanted so badly was the courage to tell them she didn't want to marry. Espically not the man they chose.

She was a shy girl and never had the courage to speak up for herself. And she was definetly not dressed like the others. She was modern yes but Scotland under the rule of her parents had her looking like a princess with the dress and the crown. She most likely should have bought modern clothes but it was no use.

She was wearing a simple gown and it was a plain yellow. She looked around at the group. All together they must have looked like a group of misfits. When a female introduced herself she smiled. "Hello, Roxie I am Lady Anne of Scotland. You can call me Anne. Its wonderful to meet you." She said looking at the female.

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Character Portrait: Roxie Wood Character Portrait: Kevin Wolfe Character Portrait: Matt Hale Character Portrait: Bayleigh Lowe Character Portrait: Lady Anne Blackwood Character Portrait: Emily Tolson

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The first guy that approached Roxie seemed like he'd make a good pirate. He didn't flinch away at her gaze, and there was something about his stride, his manner, that reminded her of certain members of her crew. He seemed like he'd be a valuable member of the crew. However, things rapidly went downhill from there.

The next guy to introduce himself was flamboyant, vaguely over enthusiastic and came with four suitcases. As he spoke, Roxie could feel the despair creeping over her. He looked like the type to either get violently sea sick, complain that the sea was ruining his hair, or be a fantastic, if overdramatic, lookout, and she was getting the vibe that he wasn't the latter. She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. "Honey, we have no cabin boys. You haul those cases down yourself or you leave them up on deck, simple as. Downstairs, second door on the left," she said, pointing towards the stairs. The crew's cabins weren't bad in size, but those four... massive suitcases would probably take up half of the cabin by themselves.

The girl who introduced herself was dressed in a yellow dress and looked like she'd walked straight out of a fantasy novel or something. She was pretty, there was no doubting that, but Roxie got the impression that she probably had the delicate sensitivities of a princess or lady or someone who was not used to getting rocked and shaken and asked to do tough work. There'd probably be some throwing up with her, too. She seemed nice enough, but still. Not pirate material. "Thank you, Anne, but your titles don't mean anything here. You'll work as hard as the rest of us and you will pitch in. We don't have the luxury of offering you the privileges you're used to. Do you understand?"

Hopefully these bloody tablets would keep her alive and healthy long enough to get the ship to that island or whatever, because she was not letting it go down. She wasn't letting Austin down like that.

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Emily Tolson strolled down to the port in leather pants and in an over-sized denim shirt partnered up nicely with heavy looking military style combat boots. She marched to the group as always, she appeared to be a late arrival but she eyed up her peers with a confident and steady gaze, it wasn't challenging but it was strong and defensive, assertive almost but behind these strong and seemingly sturdy eyes of steel seemed to be something more fragile and delicate, a certain softness which could only be identified as broken heart syndrome. She was a woman who'd felt pain, no matter how much she tried to hide it but that happened to be exactly why she was here, to bring an end to her peril and suffering.

She still struggled to believe this pirate of a woman could genuinely help solve such an unsolvable problem but Emily was an individual of great faith and she found herself with no other choice regardless of her beliefs. She watched the woman who titled herself as a 'lady' introduce herself to the slightly scruffy woman shouting over at everyone and Emily's haunted gaze turned up to look at whoever it was being addressed as 'Roxie'. Emily sighed back any hostilities that lingered on the edge of her tongue, it wasn't to do with who she was in the company of, her bitterness was another side effect of her anguish but she managed a smirk of a smile as she looked up at the Captain.

"Roxie? If heard right. I'm Emily Tolson,"

She introduced herself politely but briskly with a lack of formalities or social etiquette but she was civil and manner orientated enough to call pleasant. Her hand wrapped around an average side bag which weighed down her slightly skinny back and her knuckles were slightly white and pale with subconscious tension. She noticed the other male and female and gave them a mere nod of acknowledgement and recognition but her brief introduction was the only noise to pass her lips.

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Character Portrait: Roxie Wood Character Portrait: Kevin Wolfe Character Portrait: Matt Hale Character Portrait: Lady Anne Blackwood Character Portrait: Emily Tolson

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Roxie leaned against the mast as who appeared to be the final crew member approached. Her first impression of this Emily was good. No nonsense, nothing fancy, not cocky or overly sensitive or anything like that. She'd do. She nodded at the greeting, before turning around and climbing onto a higher part of the deck, where they could all see her.

"Alright! I think everyone's here, and if they're not, well, tough shit. As you all know, my name is Roxie, and yes, as some of you may have guessed, I am a pirate. No, I'm not going to demand you all give me all of your gold, because we mightn't even make it there and back, so it would be entirely unnecessary and would make you all hate me.

"Now, I don't know why you're all here. Well, I do, but I don't know what's driving you to go on this journey. You don't have to tell me, but I kinda have to tell you, because... Well, long story short, I'm sick and there is a chance I may not make it to this mystical island or whatever. If anyone stumbles across a whole pile of medication downstairs, that's mine. So I'm going to have to teach some of you lot to sail.

"So, have any of you experience in sailing? Actually, let's start small. Have any of you been on a ship like this before?"

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Matt looked around at his crewmates. One of them was extraordinarily flamboyant, and Matt couldn't help but grin at Roxie's polite, but stern, instructions to him. One girl was very clearly nobility, if not royalty. If she really was from Scotland or wherever, she must have travelled a good way to get here. Maybe she was made of tougher stuff than he'd originally thought. And then there was the last of them, who he vaguely recognised. Chances were that she was a "lowlife" of some sorts then, because those criminal types tended to hang around together.

He listened to Roxie speak, and was a little taken aback by her sheet honesty about her illness. She'd straight out told them that she could die, and had ploughed on nonetheless. Then again, as a pirate, she probably faced death on a regular basis. He watched the others, waiting for their answer to her question.