Name: Alastair Wynstyn Brax

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First Name Meaning: Protector and Defender of People

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Middle Name Meaning: Stone

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Last Name Meaning: Badger

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Nicknames: Brax, Rusty

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Position: Prison Guard

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Age: 21

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Gender: Male

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Height: 6'4

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Appearance: Rusty is a giant, to say the least. Although he is not the tallest person in the prison, he is probably the strongest. He doesn't look like a buffed out gym rat, but rather like someone who lived somewhere harsh and worked hard to get what they wanted. His Nickname comes from his slightly darker red hair, with an even darker underneath to it, creating a weird look as it grows out. The hair is always clipped above his eyes, but in rough jagged lines, like someone was in a hurry doing it. It falls farther back down on his neck, but not far enough to call some absurd hairstyle. Rusty has a very sharp jawline for his stance, but another surprise pops out of his face - his eyes are a light, almost golden color, and they always seem to shine like someone is pointing a flashlight at them. To add to it, he has small pupils so you see more golden. Through the golden run light, almost silver strands that seem to spiral out away from the pupil. He has a long scar running across his right cheek, and usually, even with all the bright eyes and hair, has a stony set look on his face. Rusty has very broad shoulders and a wide chest, with long legs attached. He is usually wearing a dark red shirt with a black jacket over it to hide his arms, which the right one is tattooed. The interesting tattoos consist of snakes swirling down his arm towards his wrist with their mouths wide open, and then dagger pointing out in between each snake. Between both things there is an array of darker colors and abstract shapes that usually mean nothing to other people. He will wear his prison guard vest over everything. Usually seen wearing darker cargo pants, either navy or black, which the belt around it probably just to hold all the weapons. Just an added tidbit.... his smile is very wide and seems to light up the world around him. Not that anyone ever sees it. Always in military boots, and usually a hat to hide his hair and eyes the best he can, Rusty looks quite formidable at first.

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Personality: Rusty is quiet and cold at first. If you're looking upon him for the first time you are probably thinking he's cruel, silent, statue like, and not someone to talk to. He is extremely shut off and never says anything unless neccesary. However, because there is always a however or a buuuut, deep down on the inside his personality is much like his eyes. Intricate, complicated, and not so dark after all. If you get through all the cold metal, steel, robot like exterior, you will find a playful friend on the inside. Rusty actually loves to talk once you get to know him. He is rather sweet, enjoys a good laugh, has an astounding sense of humor, and aaaalso is very sarcastic. He can never help himself. That's something that shines through even when he is in lockdown mode. Internally he is quite lonely and hates his job as a prison guard, because it ain't like there's anyone to talk to! He has to he solemn aalllll the tiiiime and he's afraid it's changing him.

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Background: I'll be short. Rusty grew up with a father that was in the army. He didn't have a horrible childhood but it wasn't awesome either. The end. The point is you know nothing lol

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Other: What else should I add

Wow. A lot. Pretty much as always. No clue what age. And no clue for other lol)

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Name: Darcy Noelle Mathews

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5'6

Appearance: Darcy has natural blonde hair that falls past her shoulderblades and bright, pale blue eyes. Shes skin and bones because of her past. Her jaw line is soft with a slightly upturned nose.

Personality: Darcy is a quiet, book loving girl who doesn't speak much. Her past has drilled into her that she needs to stay completely silent. She keeps to herself, but she can be a little friends at times. She has extreme trust issues.
Background: I'm being short too. Darcy's mother was dead and her father was not the best father in the world.

Reason in Prison: A child jumped into car without her knowing and she drove away, the child hiding in the back of her car. She got pulled over and arrested for kidnapping a child. She was completely innocent but the judge pleaded her guilty.

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(should we start before she gets arrested or the day she arrives? Also. Who first?)

(As she gets arrested, and either of us can go first lol)

I'll start then)

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Darcy jumped into her car, ready for her road trip to South Carolina. She was driving all the way there to visit her grandparents. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and started the engine. She ran through her list of things she had and needed to do. She turned on the radio and started driving. And driving. And driving some more. She suddenly heard the police sirens behind her. "Oh shoot" she pulled over on the side of the road. And waited for the cop. "Were you aware that you were speeding?" Darcy shook her head, her eyes wide. It took a few minutes for the cop to write the ticket, and she was just about to roll her window up when a loud thud came from the back of her car. "What was that?" The cop and Darcy said simultaneously. The cop stepped to the back of her car and opened her trunk to reveal a young child curled up in the back. (I don't really know how stuff like this works so I'm skipping a little) The cop didn't listen to her speak, arresting her and forcing her into the back of his police car. He drove her to the prison and handed her over to the officers there. They walked her to a cell, pushing her in.

(So they're just in the county prison now but she'll be transferred to a bigger one once found guilty by none other than Mr. Alastair Brax)

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Rusty, stony faced as always, saluted his captain and left. They just got a call of a young woman that needed to be transferred to this prison, and apparently he was assigned to it. He had always hated prison transfers. He pulled his cap low over his eyes and strode out, his tall, muscular frame slipping weirdly silently through the corridors, until he drove to the station. (It's going to be after her trial now lol, so he can pick her up right away) With the forum all filled out he checked in with the people before surveying her record. 19 year old female, Darcy *to be edited*, arrested of Child Kidnapping and charged guilty. Pleaded not guilty. Pretty normal case, from what he could see. Her older records showed her father was a drug user and overall not a good person. Rusty felt bad for people like this- driven to near madness by their parents. Mother deceased. He stopped looking and went back to the prison area, exchanging a word or two with the guards before opening the cell she was in and clipping handcuffs on her again. "Come with me." He said quietly, his gruff voice not giving away any emotion and his hat thankfully still hiding his fiery hair and golden eyes. Rusty led her out to the police car he had been given and instructed to drive her to the bigger prison with. She hadn't been marked a very dangerous prisoner so no special transport was neccesary.

Darcy sat silently in the corner of her cell, her head in her hands when a tall man walked in. She held out her arms when he clipped on the handcuffs. She sat silently in the back seat. Her mind was racing as her pale blue eyes tried to spot something that she recognized the entire ride to wherever he was taking her. When the door was opened, there was a tear rolling down her face. She walked silently beside the man, keeping her eyes on the ground. She hadn't even known that the child was in her backseat. Why was she getting punished! She thought of her father and how he treated her the exact same way. He was a drug addict and an avid alcoholic. He had abused her in any way possible.

Rusty drove silently to the prison, thinking. Something about the report didn't look right and he was going to look into it. At 19... she was only 2 years younger than him. She had a whole life to live. And she didn't seem like the type to randomly kidnap someone. The report had said that she didn't have any ties with the kid. They tested the DNA and they probably didn't even know each other. Why, then? When they arrived, Rusty opened the door and led her into the big, grey, foreboding building. He noticed the tear on her cheek and a bit of sympathy leaked through. Gosh he hated this job. He went past the loud people. Most of this prison was men- he was pretty sure there were only 2 women in here, other than her. Since a cell only fit two she'd be alone. He found the right cell, tucked away in a back corner, and opened let her go inside before undoing the handcuffs. No reason for them to be on anymore. No one got out of here. Rusty glanced at her before closing the door and walking away. He needed to report to his Captain.

Darcy walked silently. She glanced up and instantly regretted it. Men lined up against the jail bars, their voices becoming louder as she walked. When they reached the back of the building, she pushed herself into the corner and sat down after her cuffs were removed. She stared down at her feet, her knees pulled to her chest. She couldn't bear the thought of being here for the rest of her life... or atleast the foreseeable future. Her voice was broken, so any word she said made her sound like a frog. She whispered a few words to herself as she sat on the cold floor. "It's ok. It's ok Darcy. Everything will be ok" Darcy sighed. It won't be ok but she couldn't think about that. she could picture her father jumping around happily through the house, bumping into walls because he was drunk.

Rusty spoke with his captain.

"Chief Brax, I am assigning you a special duty. I know you, for one, have good morals. A lot of the guards in this prison do not, and none of the prisoners do. Your new assignment is to make sure those three women, especially the new one, don't get harassed or worse. Do you understand?" Captain Bruske asked.

Rusty nodded sharply. "Yes, sir."

"Then you are dismissed. Assume post immediately."

He saluted and left the room without another word, but internally he felt like melting. He knew EVERYONE would be after this Darcy. People were always after the new ones. He pulled his hands over his face with a sigh before walking back near the cell and positioning himself outside it. Time for a long night.