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First and Last Name = William Petrocelli
Age / Birthday = 24 years old / January 7, 1989
Gender / Sexuality = Man / Straight
Crush / Husband or Wife / Boyfriend or Girlfriend = None / None / None
Personality = William is a fun crazed psycho with a knack for getting into trouble. Though he firmly believes in giving someone a chance before ending them William hates to deal with the drama a second time. At first this man can appear to be a loving family guy with a very sweet temper and a loving disposition. A great actor and a very good liar. Will knows how to gain the trust of everyone and give nobody even a thought that he might be the man he actually is, a killer.
Background = William grew up in Groveland, California all of his life. Though his mother left the family when William was a few months old he still didn't seem to notice her much. Growing up in the town was pretty rough, gradually getting easier though as things began falling back into place. William's father, Gabe, had taught his son how to excel in hand to hand combat at 10 years old. This would become a problem later down the road in William's life. Lifting weights, running miles and familiarizing himself with Yosemite National Park seemed normal to William's father and to everyone else, but for William he was training to be at his top game. When William turned 11 he joined the football and wrestling team, starting off in the heavy weight section. The young lad grew bigger and stronger each day. By the time Will was 15 years of age he had remembered all the trails, hunted everyday, made his own map and cabin in the National park and began to buy weapons. First starting from relatives then branching out to the local gun store. Purchasing a black semi-automatic, A&K M870 Sawed Off Pump Action Shotgun, a Bolt Action rifle with a scope, a Winchester Model 70 and numerous knives. Telling his family and relatives that he had moved to Wisconsin William had stayed and trained for the rest of his life, soon becoming an expert at loaded guns and throwing knives. The quickest draw a man had ever seen. One day though while William and a few friends were out drinking things got a bit out of control, to the point where a game warden was involved. Will, not being the one to respond well to authority, killed the game warden and a friend that decided to try and stop him. With two bodies and the blood of the innocent on his hands William knew he had to disappear, killing the only witness left and burying her over state lines into the next state. From there William couldn't help but think that he had gotten away with murder, which of course he did. Will went straight back to his cabin and rigged the place tight so whoever came in was destined not to leave. Even going so far as to aquiring a dog to help assist him in keeping trespassers away. From there Will went to Groveland to find work and make money, soon quitting and going off to the military for even further training. He finished schooling and finally settled in at home again, relaxing and laying dormant for a few days. After a week's time he went to town more often, getting people familiar with seeing his face and the friendly smile he always wore. While in town he noticed Emily, taking quite an interest in the young girl.
Appearance =

OOC::// Haha, sounds like something I would do xD I'll start us off. This is the day she's going to runaway.
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The little red headed girl awoke with a smile on her face and looked over at the clock. Perfect, home schooling is the best. She thought happily, her father barging in her room a few seconds later. She pulled her head off of her pillow and looked over at him as he grabbed clothes from her dresser.
"C'mon kiddo up and adam!"
"Where are we going this time?" She asked, rolling her eyes sleepily.
"Nowhere, but I want you to see what me and your mother got you! Now get dressed and come on!" He said, throwing an armful of clothes on top of her before smiling and bouncing out of the room. Emily, the girl, grunted as the force of the clothes hit her, glaring sleepily after her father. She pulled herself from the bed and shut her door, hurrying to get dressed. In the pile of clothes on her bed she picked out a dark blue pair of skinny jeans and a thin red long sleeve shirt. Emily looked over as she pulled her night clothes off and got re-dressed. Running a hand through her red hair she then grabbed some Vans from the floor, pulling them onto her small feet as she stood. She always wanted to look her best no matter where she went.

From there Emily brushed through her red hair, tucked the smaller parted pieces behind her left ear. As she moved over to the oak handmade dresser she grabbed some Victoria Secret perfume from the counter, spraying it on her front and once into the air, just to twirl into it. Finally satisfied Emily walked through the house to her parents, who were awaiting her in the kitchen. Emily looked back and forth from them both, "So what's the big surprise?" She asked, looking them over curiously. Her mother and her father both smiled and led her outside to, a boat! Wait. A boat? A boat? She thought, her curiosity doused with a pure feeling of ungratefulness. "A boat?" She said, shocked and a bit sarcastic.
"Yeah! Now we can go fishing and go camping!" Her father perked up.
"I'm not going fishing. Or camping." Emily replied, looking them over before crossing her arms.

Emily's Mother's face hardened, "Oh yes you are. And you're not going to be a baby about it either Emily." She argued, looking at her stern like. Emily opened her mouth to speak but her father jumped in before she could.
"Come now Bethany, if the girl doesn't want to we shouldn't make her."
"No! I'm sick of her always trying to skip out on family fun! She's going and that's final!"
"No I'm not!" Emily yelled back. The room grew tense.
"Don't you raise your voice at me." Bethany, Emily's mother, growled back. Soon her father stepped up again. "Bethany leave the girl alone." He said finally, after a long pause.

"No David! She's going to learn that you have to enjoy the little things in life!" Bethany argued back once more. Emily rolled her eyes, noticing she called the man by the wrong name for the second time this week.
"David? My name is Daniel! Are you cheating on me!?"
"No! Why would I cheat?!"
"Your lying!"
"No I'm not!" The yelling escalated quickly in the kitchen, annoying Emily to a snapping point. The young girl turned quickly on her heels and stormed to her room, picking up all of her necessary items and about a weeks' worth of clothes. She stuffed them and her cellphone recklessly into a suit case and made towards the door in the kitchen, ignoring her parents arguing.

"Where are you going!?" Her mother barked, grabbing her by the arm. The ginger snatched away from her and glared at them both, "When you can learn to love each other I'll come back! But until then, you're here on your own!" Emily said, storming out before they could protest. Still in the kitchen her mother rolled her eyes and folded her arms, stopping her husband from chasing after her. "She'll be back in a day or two, trust me." Bethany said, walking towards the kitchen sink.

Meanwhile Emily was now walking straight down the road, getting a few blocks away from her home before she finally made it to a bus stop and sat. Feeling around in her suitcase's pouch to see if her money was still safely inside, it was. After a few minutes of sitting the carrot top stood again and kept walking until her house was out of sight, making it almost to the outskirts of town. She carried on down the roadway.

Will had arose very early that morning to go back to town for a little while, needing to gather up just a bit more supplies. Looking around before finally jumping into his truck Will drove toward town, deciding he'd take a different route when he went home. Will's beautiful blue silver eyes trailed over to the beautiful golden wheat fields growing from the ground. He smiled and looked ahead again, sunlight shinning into his eyes. Pulling the sun visor down to shield his eyes as he drove towards the town. As he entered the city limits a few walkers smiled and waved to him, getting the same in return.

Hm. Ropes, cleaning supplies, trash bags, pillows, blankets, a sheet and a new mattress. He thought as he neared the department store, familiar with being here. He slowly pulled into the small parking lot. It took him a little less than an hour to get all of the supplies and got back into his truck, going out the other side of town to a small bar. He parked once more and walked inside, the female bartender greeted him with a smile. She was a small woman with beach blonde hair and soft features. Her eyes shone like two polished emeralds.
"Hey Will." She said, scrubbing down a glass.
"Hey there fox." He grinned, that's what he called her.
"What you in town for baby cakes?"
"Just to get some stuff and a quick drink before leaving back home again." He said, leaning back as he glanced over at the other men. The bartender nodded and grabbed his favorite drink from the stand, pouring him 3 shot glasses full before smiling and placing the bottle on the table. "3 still your favorite number?" She asked, grinning.

Will smiled before taking each one and downing it with just one gulp. "If that drink gets any better my favorite number will be 7." He said and chuckled, paying before standing and nearing the door. "Ya'll come back now, ya' hear?" The blonde bartender said with a smile. Will turned once more before nodding and leaving, back into his truck he went.

Emily walked down the lonely street alone, trying not to look over her shoulder. This was going to be hard, being on her own without her mother and father there to help her for a few days. Though she enjoyed and accepted any challenge. A few minutes of silence went by before a car came up to her side and slowed to a stop, "Hey there little lady, are you lost?" An elderly man said, rolling the van's window the rest of the way down and leaning out a bit to get a better look at this girl. Emily jumped at first but then smiled, "No, I'm okay. I'm walking to a friend's house." She lied. Right through her teeth like a snake's tongue flies. The old man nodded, smiling at her. He had thick glasses, a cotton collared shirt and white hair.
"Okay, just make sure you don't get in the car with anyone alright? Just be careful."
"Okay, will do. Thanks." She said with a smile before continuing to walk again. Just as quickly as the man had appeared he had left, leaving Emily to travel alone once more.

The sun was beating down on her face, a bad thing to happen when your skin is as pale as her's. Emily's eyes drifted down onto her shoes and the uneven gravel on the road, sighing. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. I should've ate before I left. She thought in regrets as her stomach churned and clenched tightly. She was starving from going this long without eating even a little morsel of food. A broken bottle on the ground caught her attention briefly as the brown glass glimmered in the sun's light.

The windows on the truck were rolled completely down with the radio on a shaky channel. In his own daydream Will reached over, flicking the radio off before returning his hand to his lap. In the glove compartment was a semi-automatic black handgun, no serial number to it. William liked to have it with him just in case, along with the shotgun hiding under the back seat. William rode along for a few more minutes before turning onto a back road, noticing a little petite red headed lady walking along with a suitcase. All alone. A smile turned his lips upward with a grin, glancing over and grabbing his cowboy hat off the dashboard and putting it on. Anything to make him look friendly.

If I pick her up, I could risk her knowing. But then again, she's just a kid, she wouldn't know a dead body from plastic. He thought, causing himself to grin. Pulling his truck up closer and closer to her he caught the sight of the side of her face, beautiful. She had red hair, blue green eyes, fair skin and the lightest freckles he had ever seen. To William she looked to be 17 or 18, a poor and very off judgment. William slowed the truck down and leaned over to face her, "Hey there pretty lady." He greeted, giving her a very warm and friendly smile. "May I ask what your doing wandering these streets all alone?" He asked, not trying to come on too strong or seem like he was anticipating for her to get in the truck.

She's pretty, doesn't look like she could fight or defend herself though. Such a pity. He thought, his beautiful blue eyes warm and welcoming. That was mainly the only thing people got to see of him before they went away for good. Neither he nor anyone else could deny, his eyes were amazing and told many different stories.

Emily's mind was bliss as she walked along the road, lost in her own daydreaming. She didn't hear the truck pull to a stop and didn't notice it till he was sitting there until he spoke, dragging her from her thoughts and back down to reality. "Oh I uh, I'm just on my way to-" She paused, getting lost in thought again, "nowhere." She said with a sigh, looking at him. He is super cute! She thought, not being able to resist noticing the tiniest features that made him so regal.

She gave it some thought and then looked at him straight in the eyes again, "I ranaway from home, family troubles." She said and sighed again, glancing to see another pick up followed by a red car and a black car driving by. Deep down she wished she had stayed home, that way she wouldn't have to carry all this heavy stuff all on her own. Wondering how her mother would react if she came back through that wooden door right now, probably in a negative way.

Lazily kicking her left foot Emily kicked a small stone, making it bounce under William's truck. She had seen this man before and knew that her parents were good friends with him, though she had never quite trusted the way he used to look at her and all the crazy jokes and hugs. But, she did like him and thought he was pretty cool.

William nodded, recalling a time when her parents did talk of her running away occasionally. He smiled, "Well thats a shame." He said, tipping his hat back a little bit "Would you like to come live with me for a day or two? The weather is supposed to get really bad and I couldn't bare to live with myself if I knew a pretty little flower like you were wandering all around with nobody to protect you." He offered, putting on a friendly smile. "Pleasseeee?" He added on, batting his eye lashes at her. He was so good at faking emotions and scamming people. Will took a deep breath as he looked out the front windshield of the truck, black clouds rolling in slowly but surely, "You see that?" He pointed to the clouds and shook his head.

"I don't want you gettin' caught up in this storm and I really don't want some weirdo to pick you up off the side of the street." Will added, looking back at Emily with a concerned face, "Please get in the truck, then after the storm passes I'll take you where ever you wanna go. I promise." He said and grinned, another car passing by. If she doesn't hurry and hop in someone's gonna remember my truck and liscense plate, then the whole plan will be messed up. He said, biting his bottom lip as he checked her out again. Her hair was beautifully red and her eyes were a gorgeous greenish blue. Her skin was almost pale and she had very faint freckles that were only visable if you looked carefully. Sounds of thunder off in the distance were starting to worry William a bit, as he was hoping that it would worry Emily too.

Meanwhile back at his house things were calm and quiet, obviously since there wasn't another house for at least a good hundred miles. That's how William liked it though, to be isolated off from everyone until he was ready to take on a new mission. Or, as he liked to call it, new victims. The heat was slowly stiffling into humidity, as it did with any heavy storm. The winds were picking up as well. This would be a very bad storm indeed.

Emily shrugged her shoulders, "It is what it is I guess." She said quietly, her eyes meeting his as he offered to let her stay with him. Emily adjusted her book bag and broke the eye contact with him, trying to find something like a bug crawling to keep her attention from his beautiful blue eyes. Though she wanted to not meet them again her eyes felt as though they were drawn back up to his, giggling sweetly as he batted his eye lashes at her. A smile spread wide across her face as she grinned, "Oh, I dunno." She said, shrugging her shoulders again then looking over at the other car going by. Again it was somebody that she didn't know. Having doubts about getting in the car with this man her mind was quickly changed when he mentioned the storm, noticing the black clouds too as he pointed to them.

They didn't look too friendly.

She looked back at the door and nodded, grabbing the cold handle with her left hand and popping it open. Emily pushed her suitcase into the floor and climbed onto the seat, shutting the door behind herself and putting her seat belt securely around her as she did repositioned herself on the seat. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap as she looked over at him, "On one condition." She said, eyeing him to see if he had a change in demeanor, "You don't tell my parents that I'm with you." She said, putting on a serious face. The upholstery on the seats were soft and cushioned her back and legs very nicely, she liked it. Her stomach was knotted and it churned with hunger, scuffing her shoes against it each to try and muffle the growling sounds.

William tilted his head slightly, trying his best to look convincing. When she finally agreed to go he smiled and nodded, pulling his truck out of park and into drive once again. He smiled and leaned against his window, "Great." He said and chuckled, flashing her a very friendly smile. As she hopped into his truck he grabbed a cigarrette carton from his sun visor, pulling one out and putting it between his lips before slipping the package back into it's holding place. William always celebrated with a smoke and a drink, figuring he'd have a drink later. He looked over at Emily as she continued to talk, "I swear I won't tell a soul." He said, putting his hand on his heart as he chuckled again. From his pocket he slipped out a lighter, lighting the end of one cancer stick and tossing the lighter on the dash board.

He took one puff and blew the smoke out the window, glancing over at Emily again as he started back off down the road. The truck gradually picked up speed on this lonely road and after turning down several narrowing backroads he finally came to his driveway, a hidden path behind a thick line of trees. It took him about an hour to finally get to his house, which was built in a huge clearing with a beautiful lake in the background. He loved this place so much, and to think that some people had terrible experiences here made it that much better. By the time he parked the truck around back the storm was already over head, rain trickling down gently that grew into a steady storm. The black clouds thundered in rage as they moved against each other, which caused static to spark up, which was generally precieved as lightning.

The bright flashes lit up the sky and all around, rain pelting against the truck and house. The trees swayed back and forth with the strong gusts of winds, some in the background breaking. Back here Will didn't need to worry about tornados, since they only formed on flat surfaces. In the place, for the next hundreds of miles, was just backed up with trees and shrubbery. Will glanced at the backseat, grabbing one of his hoodies and throwing it loosely around Emily, "Wouldn't want you getting totally soaked out there." He said and grinned, grabbing her suitcase and opening his door slightly, "Ready?"

Emily glanced over as he took a puff and then back to her window she gazed, watching the field slowly fade away till it was nothing more than open land with a few houses and cars scattered around. She remained quiet for what seemed like hours that trudged slowly along, keeping her gaze out the window. As they turned down a background her mind went into over drive, looking around to familiarize herself with the beauty scenery, though she didn't understand why. Emily's attention switched to the rain droplets as they pelted against the glass windows and rolled down freely. She hoped her hair wouldn't get wet on the race to the front porch. She didn't need that to happen and have her hair react violently.

Emily wondered more and more about how she'd make it without getting too wet before she felt something cloak around her shoulders. It was a hoodie! She hurried and slipped her arms through the over sized hoodie and pulled the hood up, thanking William before glancing back at him. "Ready." She said, swinging the door open and running hastily to the front of the house and onto the roofed porch. She waited for William, pressed up against the door to avoid as much wind and rain as she could. Thankfully she didn't get too drenched by the rain but her shoes had a bit of mud on them and were a bit more wet than she had liked. The water soaked through and got to her socks, making her thin ankle socks stick tightly around her feet.

She wiggled her toes and turned, shying away from the lightning and the thunder. She wanted to get inside the house, so she could be warm; safe and dry once again. She hadn't noticed it till now but the hoodie, the one that William had threw over her, smelled just like him and his truck. A very good but undescribable smell.

William nodded once as she opened the door and bolted for the house, doing the same behind her. As he ran to the house he got a bit more drenched than she did, his hair sticking to his forehead and to his face. William sat her suitcase down on the porch and pulled a set of keys from his pocket, pushing one key into the hole and turning it to the left. The locks on the doors opened as she handle turned to the right, the door swinging open with one final push. Will grabbed the suitcase off the porch again and let Emily go in first, following shortly after her. Will took a deep breath, "Welp, we're home." He said with a grin, looking around. "Help yourself to whatever, but don't go down to the basement yet, I haven't finished cleaning up." He turned and smiled at her, "Wouldn't want you getting hurt."

His smile turned into a grin, "C'mon I'll show you where your room is, then once you get all settled in you can grab some dinner." He said, turning and walking across the big open room to a tall stairwell that lead to the upstairs bedroom. William continued down the upstairs hallway, more concerned on what he was going to give this girl to eat rather than where she was going to stay. At the second door to the left he opened it, setting the suitcase down just beside the doorway.

Inside the bedroom was a nice soft matress with plush blankets and pillows to keep the girl warm. The fabric was ever so soft to the touch and carefully stitched with a lavander color thred. The blankets were black with speckles of white stars and rainbow peace signs, the pillows matching, such a friendly enviornment. The sheets below were a soft pinkish color and so were some of the pillows, a room obviously intended for a girl. The walls were painted white and the night stand had one lamp on it, a few books on the shelf underneath. The curtains were a raspberry red with a matching shag rug on the floor just before the bed. Will had put a lot of thought into that room and hoped she liked it. Though it wouldn't matter to him too much anyway, since she'd be spending her time where ever he told her to be, no matter the place. "Well, here's your room. I hope you like it." He said, his silver blue eyes grasping hers.

Emily nodded about the basement, only raising her curiosity more. As she followed him up the stairs and to her room she felt the knot in her stomach ease as she focused on something other than food. She stood in awe, staring at how beautifully put together the room was. "It's beautiful." She said happily, trying not to seem as excited as she actually was. Emily walked in a bit further, giving the room a quick glance before turning back to Will, who was still standing in the same spot when he had entered. "I love it." She said with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Though it was very carefully put together she had a doubt in the back of her mind, was he planning on bringing a teenage girl here anyway and she just happened to be it?

This room designing looked as though it was picked by a teenager, one who is no longer here. Either that or William is a bit, funny. She shrugged off the uneasiness and looked at her suitcase as he sat it on the floor. "Hey Will," She called after him. "Thanks." She said, smiling as she went and grabbed her suitcase. Unpacking all of her things she put it into the mahogany dresser, beautifully hand crafted into a perfection. When Will finally left the room she shut and locked the door behind him, tossing her bookbag aside before stripping down and slipping into clothes that weren't soaking wet. Her pajamas! She loved wearing them casually around the house before going to bed, giving her a comfortable feeling.

Her pajamas were lavender colored night pants with two darker shades of polka dots and some white polka dots too, all tied together with a black tank top. Emily contiuned to get comfortable before walking slowly down the stairs and wondering through the house, in no hurry to go see what Will had for 'dinner'. It wasn't that she didn't trust the man, but she had just wanted to explore a bit before eating a food that she hadn't watched to make sure no drugs were added. She was just safe that way. Emily looked around a bit more before turning into the kitchen, looking around at the beautiful set up. Meanwhile her parents were growing a bit concerned when Emily's friends didn't know where she was, raising a bit of suspicion. But where ever she was, they hoped she was safe from the storm.

William nodded, "Your welcome babygirl." He said, turning and leaving her to her privacy. As he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen he could help but think of her parents, how scared they were but how obvlivious anybody would be to a 16 year old's dissapearance. He went first the the fridge, grabbing a few thawed hamberger rolls. Tonight would be a hamburger night, William's specialties. He washed his hands before mushing the raw meat into patty shaped circles, placing them into a sizzling hot frying pan. Will glanced up as Emily made her way into the kitchen, "Hey there." He said with a grin, grabbing some buns from a cupboard and placing them on the table. He set out three plates, one for him, one for Emily; and an extra larger plate for the left over hamburgers.

He walked back over to the fridge and grabbed some tomatoes and some cheese squares, placing those down on the countertop too. Will casually grabbed a knife from the drawer and began slicing the tomato into even slices, eyeing Emily curiously. "So what did the family do to make you run away?" He asked, turning towards her as he still clutched the knife in his right hand "If you don't mind me askin'?" Will added, trying to get to know her a bit better. The knife slowly slipped from his hand as he gestured island in the middle of the kitchen, poiting to a chair as he took a seat in one near it, "Have a seat." He offered, smiling a bit more now that she was actually in here with him. Man she is just beautiful. Will thought, thinking now of how her mother looked.

A blonde.

Something that always made him a bit curious. If the mother was blonde and the dad had brown hair, how on Earth did the kid come out a carrot top? Or was somebody lying. Thoughts clouded his mind as he sat and just watched her curiously, wondering of all the possible reasons why she would run away. Estranged boyfriend, positive pregnancy test, abusive family? What was it? Outside the storm raged on, the lights inside flickering and drawing Will's attention away from Emily for a brief second.

Emily smiled at him, the sound and aroma of cooking burgers filled the air. "Hiya." She said, looking around the kitchen. Wow this house was just gorgeous. Emily looked forward at him once more before simply shrugging her shoulders, "It's okay." She said, taking a deep breath and licking her lips. "I ran away because, because-" She paused again, biting her bottom lip and grinning. "I ran away because all my parents seemed to do was argue, over the smallest things and not pay any attention to the emotional stress they put me through. I-I just ran away to teach them a lesson and to get some relief from the constant yelling and stressful situations. Everything was just terrible at my house." She said and sighed, sitting down soon after he did.

"I can't believe it though, not once has my phone rang. They must not care that I'm gone, probably thrilled to have one less nuscence to worry about." Her voice cracked and shook as tears welled up and spilled down her rosy red cheeks. Before Emily knew what she was doing her whole life's story was being spilled from her lips between sobs and shaky breathing. For some reason she just felt like William was someone who she could be totally honest with and could pour her heart out to, bad choice. Emily looked at him again, her vision blurred from the tears trapped in her eyes. She tried to blink them away, gasping in short quick breaths of air as she felt her chest tighten a bit. It had been a long time since she had broken down like this, probably making it all that much worse.