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fletcherbarnes · 4 years

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fletcher was laying in the grass, looking up at the clouds as he started to daydream. he was in a great mood today, and it showed. usually, he would sit on a bench or not even come to the park, but he was as chipper as could be today. (maybe it was because he was going through his mood swings; either way, he was going to appreciate the fact that he was happy for once.)

as he slowly started to fall asleep, he hears sniffing and then gets licked, eyes flinging open as he sees he’s surrounded by three dogs, a grin on his face as he sits up and starts to pet them, looking up at the girl. “hey, don’t worry about it! i love dogs, this just made my day even better.” he laughs softly, running his hands over the dogs and scratching them. “what’s their names? and yours too? i’m fletcher. you can sit on the ground if you want.” his Australian accent was very apparent as he spoke, looking up at the other with a polite smile.

On her days off from work Allegra had usually found herself sleeping the day away. Today was different though as she decided to take three of her dogs on a walk at the same time. The tall female had no idea if it would end in disaster or success. There was no way to find out other than trying and Allegra had always been up for a challenge. Practically hissing at the sunlight as she stepped outside Allegra and her three pups made their way to the park. “No, no, no!” Allegra shouted as they started to yank her towards someone who was obviously trying to enjoy their day at the park. @shstarters

#interact #ft. allegra

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fletcherbarnes · 4 years

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is that [ASHTON IRWIN]? no, that’s just [FLETCHER BARNES]. [HE/HIM] is [TWENTY FIVE] years old and is a [PHOTOGRAPHER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [ONE MONTH]. on a good day, they’re [CREATIVE & EFFICANT]. but watch out! they can also be [AGGRESSIVE & IRRITABLE ]. [OFTEN BY THE WEEKND ] plays in my head whenever I think of them. can’t wait to see them around Springhill!

iii everyone!! my name is Lana, and this is my son. under the cut are his bio and everything <3

**TW: self-harm scars, death, drinking, car accident.

Full Name: Fletcher James Barnes

Nickname(s): Fletch

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 22nd, 1995

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation:Bisexual, Biromantic.

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: Professional Photographer.

Family

Parents: Blair Buchanan(Biological Mother) Neil Buchanan (Step-Father), Bernard Barnes (Biological Father, Deceased)

Siblings: Junip Buchanan (Half-Sister), Marina Barnes (Sister, Deceased)

Uncles: Brandon Barnes, James Barnes. Harold Hanes, Gage Hanes.

Aunts: Tina Barnes. Jessie Hanes.

Grandparents: Grant Buchanan & Greta Buchanan (Step-Grandparents), Norene & James Barnes (Father’s Parents), Jackson & Dawn Hanes (Mother’s Parents)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Ashton Irwin

Hair Colour: Natural is Dirty Blonde.

Eye Colour: Hazel

Height: 6′

Weight: 190 lbs

Build Muscular.

Tattoos: Moon Phase on both of his forearms, star on his bicep, a rose on the back of his upper right arm, snake on his shoulder, hear on the side of his right wrist, and a California condor on the back of his neck.

Piercings: None

Distinguishing Characteristics: Self harm scars on his arms, deep scar on his chest from a car accident.

Health

Mental Illness: IED ( Intermittent explosive disorder ), Depression, PTSD, BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)

Sleeping Habits: At times, he usually sleeps very well, but he has spells where he’s up for days and is productive but also incredibly irritable due to lack of sleep.

Eating Habits: He eats anything. His favorite is any kind of pasta.

Exercise Habits: works out a lot. He likes to keep himself busy physically so his thoughts stray away from overthinking.

Emotional Stability: Fletcher is usually a calm person when he takes his medicine. If he skips his meds for a few days, he becomes irritable and angry and easily snaps at others. Never mention his dad or his sister. That’s a quick way to get him to explode. And it isn’t pretty.

Sociability: His job as a professional photographer means that he has to be social in order to communicate with his clients. Outside of work he’s just as sociable and enjoys talking to people. He does have his moments where he is quiet and doesn't want anyone talking to him.

Body Temperature: Average body temp.

Addictions: None

Drug Use: Marijuana.

Alcohol Use: Frequent.

Personality

Positive Traits: Creative, Efficient, Sociable, Handy, Funny.

Negative Traits: Hot-Headed, Sleazy, Aggressive, Irritable.

Hobbies: Playing drums, painting, driving his cars, running with his dog Ritz.

Habits: Binge drinks, chews his nails.

Favorites

Weather: Rainy

Colour: Red

Beverage: Any strong Liquor, Sweet Tea, Water.

Food: Eggplant Parmesan.

Animal: Dogs and Horses.

BIOGRAPHY:

Fletcher Barnes was born and raised in Brisbane, Australia. His mother Blair was a psychiatrist, his father a famous painter. He had a fantastic childhood and was very blessed with the life that he had. They lived in a huge house, went on vacations often, and he had everything he could ever imagine. His sister was born when he was two, the pair were inseparable. Due to his father being home all the time since his studio was in his house, they were homeschooled by him.

One thing that Fletcher loved about his father was his creativity and his willingness to let his children explore their creative side. Fletcher couldn’t quite get into painting like his sister did, but he found love for photography. When he was eight, his father bought him a nice camera and was given lessons by his uncle James who was a professional photographer. As he grew, he learned how to take perfect photos, edit just the right way, and position things just how he wanted.

Another memory he has of his father was always going with him to his art shows, helping him set up, taking photos of all of his artwork, and helping him pick out a suitable outfit. The Barnes family more often than not coordinated their outfits with each other at each show they did. He remembers the excitement of all the people flooding in, the snacks him and his sister would snag, and talking to lots of different people. Happiness radiated in the family, and it showed.

But that happiness wouldn’t last long.

When Fletcher was thirteen, he was helping his dad load up their car for his art show that was coming up. His father wasn’t his usual self; he was quiet, reserved, and short with Fletcher and his sister. He wasn’t himself, and Fletcher knew it. But, he still went with him and so did his sister, despite his mother’s plea for them not to go with him. Why did she insist on them not going? He didn’t know, but they went along with him. As they were going down the highway, Fletcher tried talking to his father, but he was stone silent. The car picked up speed, and he felt his father grab his hand tightly. The last thing he remembered was him saying he loved him, then everything went dark.

He woke up in a hospital with his mom by his side, and that’s when she delivered the news to him. Both his father and his sister were dead, and he wrecked the car on purpose to take his life. Fletcher was numb, at first he thought it was a joke, but she was serious. The two most important people, dead. He didn’t cry, he didn’t scream. He just sat there and was numb to the whole situation. He was unable to attend the funeral since both of his legs were broken and he had to do physical therapy.

After spending two months in the hospital, he made a full recovery and went back home. It didn’t feel like home anymore though; it felt like a prison. His mother was in a very dark spot with her depression, she lost her job, and when she was awake, she was drinking. More often than not, he stayed at his grandparents. They had a hold of the will, and it wasn’t to be opened until Fletcher turned eighteen.

He went to public school and graduated with amazing grades, and on his eighteenth birthday, it was time to open the will. He spent his day with his mother who was now a functioning human, and they spent the day opening presents, getting ice cream and going out to eat, then ending the day at his grandparents house where they would open the will. His mother opened the will, and she was shocked and angry. Confused, his grandma took the will from her and she gasped. Fletcher had no idea what was happening until it was then handed to him.

Everything was his. The house, his paintings, his cars, his bank account. He left everything to his son. He sold everything except for two of his dad’s camaros and a painting of him and his sister, and ended up with a very large amount of money. He was hated by his mother and everyone else, so he packed up and left Australia and headed to America. He became a citizen and lived in LA, building up his reputation as a photographer and eventually becoming the most sought out photographer in LA by the time he was twenty three.

He’s photographed fashion shows in Milan, Paris, New York, and London, for magazines like Time, Vogue, Elle, and has even worked on movie sets. Fletcher wanted to get away from LA life, and he decided it was time for a change of pace. He moved to Springhill, New Jersey where he would continue his photography career. He’s lived there for a month, and loves it.

#springhillintro #( im so excited to be here fjlrw

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