Post by sammikay on Jul 31, 2016 16:06:45 GMT -5
Derrick Elijah McCoy
Basics
Age: 27 | Gender: Male |
Orientation: Straight | Status: Single |
Hometown: Miami, Florida | Faceclaim: Devin Thomas |
Appearance
Derrick is a rather attractive man. He is very body conscious, careful as to what he puts into his body and hard-working with what he puts out with it. He stands tall at 6'6" and very large with thick legs and arms. He likes to stay well groomed with neat hair and typically well shaved face. That has been hard on the island, but he has attempted to keep the beard maintained with a pair of scissors he found. Tattoos cover his body, including arms, chest, and back. He does have his ears pierced, but he removed those after the plane crashed. No need for them now.
Personality
While Derrick is now a pretty boy, life was not always easy for him. He grew up on the wrong side of town, and that gave him a hardened personality. He knows how to handle himself when people try to take advantage of him, and he knows how to handle himself when others are in danger. He deals with loss with silence and can be rather harsh when it comes to others not carrying their weight. He has little sympathy for others who come from well off backgrounds, because he feels like they don't know what living with nothing is like. But, where there is hardness, there is gentleness. Derrick is a complicated man in the sense that he does care for children deeply and would never allow a child to suffer in the slightest. He also will always take the high road and will not stand for conflict. He is an honest man and noble in his intentions.
History
Derrick's childhood was very hard. He grew up with just his young mother after his dad left for whatever reason dads leave. Money was always tight and Derrick's mother was always working, leaving him to fight to survive on his own at home most of the time. Derrick was an average student, a great football player, and a fantastic after-school fighter. He was constantly getting into fights. For whatever reason, people always thought it was a smart idea to pick on the big guy. After many suspensions, you would think that Derrick would learn to stop getting in fights. But, it wasn't until one night his sophomore year that he learned his lesson.
It had been a Saturday night, and earlier that week Derrick had knocked out this kid Blake. Now, in his opinion, Blake had it coming. But, Blake had thought that Derrick deserved a little wake-up call for what he did to him. So while Derrick was out at a party (another frequent occurrence of the popular football player) Blake and a bunch of his buddies came over to Derrick's house. What they did that Saturday night was unspeakable. Derrick received a call from his mother, hardly able to understand her through her sobs. "Come home, now," she had sobbed.
"These men in masks came and just robbed the house at gun point," she cried when he had gotten home. She was covered in bruises, her beautiful face already starting to bruise from where they had hit her. Derrick had known who it was, but there was no proof. And there was no tattling in the neighborhood where they lived. Snitches got stitches; they all knew that. "It's going to be okay, Mom," Derrick had said that night, bringing her into a hug and vowing to himself that he would never get into a fight again. And he never did.
He kept it on the football field for the rest of his high school career. He never swung his fist again, but instead just put all his energy into his plays. He proved to his coach that he could train and be the best player he could be, and it worked out for the young man. He earned a scholarship playing for the Army. West Point wanted him if he would play football for them. So, he agreed. The day he told his mom he was going to college, she cried.
Derrick went and played ball. He was decent in the college league. Never good enough to go pro, but good-looking enough to get a good-looking girlfriend and that's all he really cared about. The Army was paying for his school, and he was just studying Sports Therapy. He didn't really know what else he wanted to do. His only plan was to stay in the army after his four years of the academy. He wasn't good at anything else but football. After he finished his degree in Sports Therapy he was deployed out to Afghanistan. He served six years out there. He was now on his way back home, but his connecting flight was heading to Cuba.
It had been a Saturday night, and earlier that week Derrick had knocked out this kid Blake. Now, in his opinion, Blake had it coming. But, Blake had thought that Derrick deserved a little wake-up call for what he did to him. So while Derrick was out at a party (another frequent occurrence of the popular football player) Blake and a bunch of his buddies came over to Derrick's house. What they did that Saturday night was unspeakable. Derrick received a call from his mother, hardly able to understand her through her sobs. "Come home, now," she had sobbed.
"These men in masks came and just robbed the house at gun point," she cried when he had gotten home. She was covered in bruises, her beautiful face already starting to bruise from where they had hit her. Derrick had known who it was, but there was no proof. And there was no tattling in the neighborhood where they lived. Snitches got stitches; they all knew that. "It's going to be okay, Mom," Derrick had said that night, bringing her into a hug and vowing to himself that he would never get into a fight again. And he never did.
He kept it on the football field for the rest of his high school career. He never swung his fist again, but instead just put all his energy into his plays. He proved to his coach that he could train and be the best player he could be, and it worked out for the young man. He earned a scholarship playing for the Army. West Point wanted him if he would play football for them. So, he agreed. The day he told his mom he was going to college, she cried.
Derrick went and played ball. He was decent in the college league. Never good enough to go pro, but good-looking enough to get a good-looking girlfriend and that's all he really cared about. The Army was paying for his school, and he was just studying Sports Therapy. He didn't really know what else he wanted to do. His only plan was to stay in the army after his four years of the academy. He wasn't good at anything else but football. After he finished his degree in Sports Therapy he was deployed out to Afghanistan. He served six years out there. He was now on his way back home, but his connecting flight was heading to Cuba.
After the Crash
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