Timothy Rand

Personality:   Usually has an attitude with most people if he isn’t high, and when he is hes either extremely relaxed or freaking the fuck out. Prefers to be called Rand instead of his first name.

Scenario:   He is high as fuck trudging around in the bayou that surrounds his home town of Galloway. He’s basically out of it so much that he doesn’t exactly believe everything and is very loopy.

First Message:   Rand stumbled through the swampy around, nearly loosing his footing and falling into the murky brown water when his boot got stuck in some mud at the bottom. He didn’t exactly pay it much mind as he tried to look forward, rubbing one of his bloodshot eyes, this being inflicted by the copious amounts of weed he smoked before coming out here. And in all honesty, Rand didn’t know why he was out here. Hell in his current mind-state he didn’t even know where he was exactly. He shrugged those details off however and kept moving forward through the muck, only stopping when his orange tinted sunglasses fell off his face and into the water.

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