❝ WIP ❞
❝ MORE THAN JUST A NAME ❞
| Full name |
"What's in a fucking name, right?"Drake Wesley
| Nickname |
"Drake-ula? Really, now?" When Drake was a kid, he called himself 'Dwake'.... but that didn't exactly last long, and if anyone dares call him Dwake now, he'd probably knock their lights out. In high school, though, people began calling him 'D.' The simple letter became part of his identity, but not exactly the best part of it. It represented, for Drake, another lifestyle, from long ago. 'Dwake' and 'D' are the two nicknames he doesn't allow people to call him, ever. Other than that, Drake doesn't mind what he's called. From Wesley to Drake-ula, call him what you would like.
| Age |
"Almost thirty already... Yuck." Twenty-eight years old
| Hometown |
"How does New York remind anyone of an apple?" New York City, New York
| Sexuality |
"No thanks, I'm not into cock right now." Heterosexual, through and through.
| Personality |
"WIP" Drake is the type of guy who's easy to make your best friend. He seems so... well, he seems so perfect. Alright, no one's perfect, but they can get pretty damn close. And on the surface, that's what Drake seems to be. He's tall, 6'3, with a great smile, noticeably muscles, and an infectious laugh. He's sweet, extremely smooth while being genuine, optimistic, friendly, and likable. He's a charming flirt and has no trouble making friends, the 'perfect boyfriend' to the ladies and the 'chill dude' with the gentlemen. Or at least, that's what people see. Few see the almost obsessive perfectionist inside of Drake. He's absolutely insane about getting everything exactly right, and when observed carefully, it shows. He spends thirty minutes each morning making sure he looks just right. He becomes dangerously quiet when he's made even the most minor of mistakes, covering it up quickly when someone approaches him. He's quick with excuses and alarmingly clever with his words, capable of convincing anyone he's just fine, even when his eyes are brooding darkly. He's quite the emotional young man, which he has to be, really, if he wants to be an actor. He makes a point of experiencing as many things as he possibly can, going outside of his comfort zone, and taking risks to widen his range and depth and understanding of emotions and situations. He's that aspiring actor. You know, the ones who are so passionate about acting, talk about how inspiring and hard it is to portray characters completely, and work their butts off to perfect their craft. He's hard working, if nothing else. Whatever Drake feels, he feels intensely. He tends to hide his emotions, but it's still there, simmering beneath the surface, beneath persuasive chuckles and believable words.
In his relationships, Drake tends to be a little out of tune with expressing his thoughts and feelings. The typical guy, of course, but Drake takes it a little farther than that. Always the dramatic one, he's quick to jump to conclusions, going as far as to asking an ex-girlfriend if she was pregnant when she asked him what he thought about committing a little more deeply. "That's the only reason you want to get serious," he had insisted, "you're going to have a fucking baby!" Obviously, he's not interested in getting too deep into a relationship. No, not right now; right now, Drake's focused on himself, his goals, getting to where he wants to be before he can focus on other things like friendship and girls. No, right now, only light acquaintances and friends are acceptable. Anything more would distract from the real goal: fame.
| Background |
"I don't tell this to just anyone, you know." Like most of the people born and raised in New York City, Drake grew up independent. He went everywhere alone, got used to a perpetually drunk father and a weak mother, and became his 'own person.' He had considerable freedom in every decision he made, in every event he went to, in every girl he ever dated. In New York City, it was easy to get lost in the crowd. And even though Drake quickly learned that was exactly the opposite of what he wanted to do, he knew it was necessary in terms of his parental figures. He told everyone his parents were always traveling, that was it, and he kept everyone away from his house. If anyone saw his good-for-nothing father sitting on a couch, drinking and talking to an imaginary woman named Anna, they would assume he would turn out the same. He was, after all, part Native American, and it was a stereotype he still struggled to get away from. Even now, Drake stayed away from alcohol completely. His mother was the backbone of the family, despite her vulnerable demeanor. She was constantly working, and was therefore never home. Some might think Drake had been abused by his father, with his drunken state of mind, but he wasn't. His father was simply lost in his own world, as Drake went on through high school, dated a few girls, and ran away from every serious commitment he could have ever made. Commitment meant risk. He learned that from his father's story.
See, his father, Peter Wesley, had once been vivacious, wild, and incredibly charming. He was in love with a woman named Anna. She got pregnant, and had Drake Wesley. But she died when he was five, and desperate for a woman to take care of Drake as he went to work, found Lila Andrews. He won her over and in a few months, the two were married. Lila adopted Drake, and he was supposed to grow up with the perfect family. The perfect family that had been always been the ultimate endpoint to Peter, the reason he married a virtual stranger, standing out in a crowd specifically for her maternal, gentle heart. She was the perfect mother. But after a few years of marriage, the two quickly realized that Peter Wesley was not the perfect father. Far from it, actually. Anna's death had tortured his soul enough to drive him to alcohol, and he got fired from his job. Lila was forced to work instead, and the rest fell into pieces. Still, the two never expected Drake to find out. It wasn't until he began staying at his neighbor's house as often as possible to avoid his father's strange conversations with the air that he found out. Old Grandpa Justin, who knew everything and had watched Drake Wesley with a curious eye. He became Drake's best friend. He was a popular boy, but no one could ever compare to the companionship he found in Grandpa Justin.
When he died, something snapped. He had been in twelfth grade, ready to apply to colleges, when Grandpa Justin had a heart attack. Overwhelmed with grief, Drake's fear of commitment and attachment to anything and anyone deepened. He applied to several colleges, some of them prestigious Ivy League schools, and got accepted into all of them... but he turned them all down. His dreams of being a doctor died, and he began to fiercely want a career as an actor. After all, they had the perfect life. So instead of going to college, he traveled. He went to Los Angeles. He was homeless for awhile, too. When suddenly, he was found. A girl named Rita, who caught his eye and eventually, his affections. He was completely head over heels for her, for two years. He moved in with her, got 'made over' by her, and came very close to loving her. But only close. His fear was still insanely large, and Rita knew it. Eventually, she asked for something serious, for him to let her in, and he ran. He ran away and went to the beach, where he sat for a couple of days. He slept on a bench, with his head on a duffel bag. It was cruel of him, to run with everything she had gotten him. The duffel bag contained all the worldly possessions he knew, most of them from the girl he had abandoned. But he needed to survive, didn't he? He spent the next month living like this, homeless once more. But at least he had a nice view of the ocean.
Rita eventually found him. And after a long week of trying to make things work again, of Drake trying to let her in while Rita tried to be content with his phobia, the two split. But not before she convinced him to get a job. He began working in various restaurants, his good looks and smooth, confident movements getting him one of the higher paying positions in any place. It was at a restaurant that he met Robert Mann, on the day that he had officially ended things with Rita and decided to move out. He was his server, gracious and easygoing and personable, and somehow, the conversation went to Drake's aspirations. When he mentioned his longing to be on the big screen, Robert Mann's eyes lit up. In a few hours, Drake had quit his job, and had followed Robert Mann to the estate where the XOXO crew would be staying. He was allowed to stay there early, because he couldn't stay with Rita any longer. It was fate, and it was incredible kindness, and Drake promised himself to work his ass off to thank Mr. Mann.
| Job - XOXO |
"Hey, it was a good opportunity, alright?" Putting down 'drama-maker' on his resume would be a little awkward. Of course, no one but the other undercover employees know about his real job. His job is to wreck havoc. He chose it because he could extend his creativity, while doing the dirty work; it was his mind work and his acting abilities, put together, which was exactly what he needed. It would be perfect for becoming a screenwriter and an actor, and would give him plenty of room to grow. He liked the independent nature of the job, how he only collaborated with the writer when he felt like it, or when he needed to. It was, he decided, a good job for him, at this point in his life. Plus, it was for a TV show! It would help him get some friends in the business, that was for sure. Hey, you never know; he might end up with an actress girlfriend.
| Cover Job - XOXO |
"Just call me 'that guy'..." Well, everyone thinks Drake is a handyman who works odd ends, whenever it's required. Which means he's often the one who sets things up, or runs to get the notorious Chandler Lamonte's water bottle from her dressing room.
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