Name
Pearce Flynn Nathans
Nicknames
Family and close friends know him as Pearce, customers know him as Flynn.
Gender
Male
Age
January 3rd, 1996
Eighteen, approaching nineteen quickly.
Nationality
French-American
Sexuality
Homosexual
Occupation
Trust Fund Baby and Drug Dealer
Role
Couple Three || Dealer
{ Spoiled | Possessive | Private | Spontaneous | Funny }
This makes Pearce extremely possessive. Once something is his, it's his. He will protect it with the same level of cautiousness he does his own privacy. He can be obsessive, depending on the subject. As a child who has never not gotten something he wanted, when he is denied anything he can become extremely temperamental and near unstable. It isn't safe to deny him anything, because in the end if he wants something, he gets it- one way or another. Because of the fact that he was spoiled and given all that he wanted, Pearce has a habit of "forgetting". He forgets that not everyone can go out to eat at the most expensive restaurant every weekend, forgets that some people have to struggle to pay bills, that normal people have to get jobs and have other things to worry about. It can make him come off as uncaring or arrogant, whereas he simply doesn't realize normal people have normal problems.
Pearce is also foolishly spontaneous with his money. Not only with himself, but with others as well. Of course his two-person flat is equipped with only the latest of everything, but if he decides he likes you then it's quite likely that you aren't wanting for much of anything either, because Pearce just likes to throw his money around everywhere. He once took a girl to Paris just because she said she wanted to see the Eiffel tower, that and he wanted to show off his amazing skills at speaking French.
Appearance
6'4" and slimly built due to playing soccer and not football in high school. Though anyone that would try and fight him would learn quickly that even rich-boys can learn how to fight. That and due to the majority of him being muscle, even if it doesn't show extremely, punching him is akin to punching a brick wall. He has a piano tattooed on his arm (x) and a burning bible on the other (x).
Eighth grade is when he met Niko. They were almost nine-weeks into the school year when Pearce slipped up, getting caught in a lie about some homework he hadn't done. His punishment was simple, go to the art room ninth period every day and help clean up. Imagine his surprise when one day, while the teacher was out of the room and he was left cleaning paint out of cups, he felt some younger kid touching his ass? Wait, no, he was trying to take his wallet! As it turned out, this kid didn't even go to their school, he was only there one period a day for this art scholarship he got. In the end Pearce gave him some money, and even though the younger boy cursed at him the entire time, he took it. After that they sort of became fast friends, even after Pearce was out of trouble, he would walk by the door everyday at the end of ninth period so he could run into Niko. Until eventually he just didn't see him anymore.
High school is when he started falling in with the bad crowd. He hit a rebellious stage, didn't want to take his parents money anymore, wanted to make something himself. Originally, he wasn't even taking the drugs he was dealing, he was cut-off from that part of things and was only a middle-man. Then, one day, with no real reason behind it, he thought "why not?". By this time, he was almost a senior now, Flynn Nathans had become the guy to buy your shit from. No one else even existed on the map anymore, Flynn had taken over the business. He dropped out of school the middle of senior year, got his GED and a nice bike, and moved out of his parents house. They still support him financially, but now he has a sick studio apartment, equipped with everything he could ever want.
Then he got a call from that kid he hadn't seen in nearly four years, inquiring about some stuff. They fell into a relationship that could only be compared to a tornado. They were swept up in each other. The little middle schooler he had known so long ago had turned into this not-even-legal teen, all rough edges and smooth, porcelain skin that Pearce became obsessed with. And then he got possessive. He didn't want anyone else touching what was his, and Niko had become his. He could get rough sometimes, never forcing Niko into anything but he left marks, black and blue reminders all up his neck that he was claimed property. Niko left, and for two weeks Pearce was a mess, until finally he came back. Without Niko, Pearce is a lot like a druggie without his fix, unable to get that itch until he's in him again. Niko tries to cut him off, but his record isn't great when it comes to staying gone.