<img src='https://i.imgur.com/2L9cCYe.jpg?1'align=right>Name: Owen Redford

Age: 29 years old

Gender/sexuality: Male/Heterosexual

Hometown: Seattle, Washington

Occupation: Extreme Bartending pays the bills, but screenwriting is his true passion.

Residence: He has a small studio apartment which he pays an arm and a leg for every month.

Appearance: Owen stands at six foot, three inches tall. He has brown hair that has some sandy blonde highlights due to sun exposure from his trips to the beach. He does visit the gym regularly and does high intensity training as well as weight training. He's also a fan of MMA training. He has a broad nose and pale blue eyes. He has a strong chin and jawline, though they are covered in a beard that he keeps moderately groomed on his own. It's easy o tell when he's going through a rough patch in his life, as he neglects all care of his beard when he's in a depression. His job allows him to dress casual because of the tricks that he has to do, but he can't show up in ripped up jeans and a tshirt. A provided work shirt and a pair of pressed jeans or slacks have been accepted in the past. Outside of work, he dresses in jeans, work boots, concert tour and vintage tshirts. His taste isn't expensive and he's been known to visit stalls at flea markets to find old band promotional merchandise in the form of clothing. It doesn't even matter if he likes the band most times. He just likes collecting vintage concert tour shirts.

Personality: When he's on duty at work, he adapts and friendly, upbeat bro persona that gets his lots of tips and lots of phone numbers. However, when he's alone or not working, he's not as outgoing. He has friends, sure, but he doesn't go out every day and he's not highly social. He's bitter about a lot of things that have happened in his life. He'd jaded by the Hollywood lifestyle and though he'd trying to be successful in his screenwriting, he loathes the people he'd have to associate with. The 20 something young women who would do anything, ANYTHING, to get a part in a movie, the movie execs who require them to do it, the 40 something parents he entertains with his bar tricks while their children are tucked in for the night by nannies. They were all the same. People blinded by fame and living a life where they were trying to get just another deal, another dollar, a higher income bracket that gained them more respect because that's all that really mattered to them. Not their husbands or wives. Not their children. Not their families. Just money and power.

Interests/hobbies/likes/dislikes/pet peeves: He enjoys writing, specifically in the sci fi or urban fantasy genre. Has come up with several television show ideas and has written seasons for them, but doesn't have the right connections to get them properly seen, not anymore at least. He does enjoy going to the beach and hiking up in the hills. He can't stand superficial people with no depth and can usually spot them out. He also can't stand gold diggers, having been raised by one. He has a strong, negative reaction to anyone who thinks that infidelity is "no big deal" and is "like, whatever" about it. He's ended friendships with people who have acted like cheating on someone is okay.

Background: Owen Redford was born to two loving parents who had it all in the way of love and family values. His father was a young architect and contractor who designed beautiful homes and his mother a homemaker who worked part time for his father's contracting business in order to secure jobs and be supportive of her husband's dreams and aspirations. It wasn't always easy and though Owen never went hungry, he didn't grow up privileged either. At seven years old, he was sweeping off sectioned areas of the job sites that were deemed safe to earn his spending money for the week, his father trying to teach him the value of an honest day's work even at a young age.

As the years went on, his father's company grew at a fast rate, almost too fast for them to catch up. However, it was his father's gran architectural design of a dream house that he wanted to build for his family one day that was accidentally included in a file that he sent in a proposal to another firm that was given to a top executive in LA that sent their lives spinning. All at once, big names were contacting his father, wanting him to not only design and build homes for them, but remodel their investment properties as well, seeing the genius in his designs. Having to take on that amount of work added a stress onto his father that would eventually contribute to his demise.


At the age of ten, Owen was moved to LA with his parents so they could start work on several projects. Not only did they hire other contractors to help with the buildings and remodels, but an accounting firm to keep up with the money since they could no longer do it. At the same time, his father built his dream home for his family. Within the year, the dream home was finished and business kept rolling in. As did the money.

Owen's mother adapted to a lifestyle that was unlike anything she ever imagined. She spent like she never had any idea what money truly was, buying top designer clothes and hosting excessively decorated and lavish parties. She made connections through her husband's clients and climbed the social ladder, and spent less and less time with her son.

When Owen was fifteen years old, a big shot director hired his father to do a remodel on an investment property. Owen's mother met the director on the job site to handle some of the logistics and the two had an immediate lustful connection. Owen's mother and the director began an affair that lasted a year and it was a miracle that they had been able to keep it under wraps from the press for that long. When word got out in the press, Owen's father found out from the television and upon confronting his wife with the pictures, his wife asked for a divorce. She then insisted that he give her his dream home in the divorce and half of all the rest of the assets. Furious, his father went to stay in a guest room that night. Owen found his father dead in the bed the next morning, his father having suffered a massive coronary event n his sleep brought on by an already weakened heart from a stressful career.

His mother barely waited for the bed to get cold before the director moved into the dream house only a few months later. Three months after that, Owen's mother and the director married. Owen was told he was to be a groomsmen at the wedding, and being 16 years old and full of angst, he scowled the entire time. During the reception, after he had sneaked in a few drinks, he stood up to give a toast. In his toast, he called his mother a gold digging slut and his new stepfather a no talent, murdering bastard and that they were both responsible for the death of his father. Owen was restrained and dragged off. Horrified that they were addressed in such a way at their high profile wedding in front of a venue full of highly influential people, the bride and groom started damage control immediately to control what the press would say. Owen was immediately shipped off to a 30 day inpatient rehab facility for alcoholism, effectively shifting the blame away from their behavior and instead spinning the narrative to Owen, ignoring his emotional trauma in favor of blaming a disease that he didn't even have in order to shift their own shortcomings under the rug.

Owen was allowed to return home and he then turned to screen writing as an escape. But he also needed something that would pay the bills. He washed dishes at a restaurant after school to save money and then started waiting tables when he was eighteen. As a way to give the middle finger to his mother and stepfather, he learned how to tend bar when he turned twenty one and then started learning how to do bar tricks and even created one of his own. He learned how to juggle so he could juggle liquor bottles as well. He moved out on his own and had limited contact with his mother and stepfather. He would be expected to attend his mother's ridiculous parties and occasionally attend a film premiere, where he would always make his snide, passive aggressive remarks towards their affair, never letting them forget...because he certainly wouldn't.


Years passed and though his writing got much better, he could never get a break in the screen writing business. He never once asked his stepfather for help, never wanting to get started on the director's name, but rather on his own merit. However, after having heard from an agent that Owen was submitting a screenplay for a television show, the director secretly green-lit the show, using his influence to get it started as a silent olive branch to his stepson. Excited that he was finally going to get his work recognized, a cast was chosen and the script given out. A film schedule was developed for the pilot and networks were being shopped for interest in the subject matter.

Owen's mother and stepfather were killed in a car accident shortly afterwards. Not only did Owen lose his mother, but he felt guilt over the way he'd probably rightly treated her. Only a day after the high profile funeral, he received the call that all production of his pilot was suspended indefinitely and that was when he was told that it was only his stepfather's influence that got it green-lit anyway. Kicked while he was already down, Owen has only just picked himself up out of a week long depressive crawl, having been generously given a week long bereavement leave from work...and the only reason he has to get out of bed is for the estate reading anyway.

Other: He loves Chinese takeout and eats it about three times a week. None of that franchised shit either. He only goes to a little known alley shop that has no sign, where a elderly mother and her daughter cook fresh daily after they visit the farmer's market. Owen has frequently helped them with repairs to their shop space, as their landlord neglects the space purposely as a means to get them to abandon the space due to some conflict that Owen himself doesn't fully understand. The mother speaks no English and the daughter's English is spotty at best, so they have relied on gestures and nodding or shaking their head as communication. Owen has tried to learn some Mandarin as a means to communicate easier but it's proven to be more difficult than he's expected. It's a complicated system...but their food is seriously that good.