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Donald Weiser


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Jan 27 2018, 11:23 PM
Truth like blood underneath your fingernails
And you don’t wanna hurt yourself

Edna Nödl & Donald Weiser

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{ delusions/hallucinations | mental/physical illness | involuntary hospitalization }

Don almost doesn't answer the phone, seeing a number he doesn't immediately recognize on his simple caller ID. But he's felt even more worried and jumpy these days, something tugs at the back of his mind and just before it goes to voicemail, he picks it up.

(Edna floats in and out of his home as she pleases, Don barely able to keep track of his own needs between work and Pascal, much less hers as well. He can't deny his concern for her, but there's only so much he can do. There's no one else he trusts and he doesn't want to break this careful situation they have built between them. He's cleared out his office space to make a room for her. Given her the key to the room so she could lock it when she was out.)

Over the phone, he almost doesn't recognize her voice. She's so quiet, far away. He's gotten calls like this before, whispering threats from people that know too much. He's changed his number three times in the past month, but this time it's Edna. So he strains to listen:
    "...Oswald's... come now.... they got me...."
and it chills him to the bone. In just as few words, he softly says he'll be there. He tells her to be quiet, be safe, he'll be there.

He quickly goes to pull his shoes on, grab his keys and a coat, with Pascal following behind him as he paces through the house to look for his wallet too. He's scared to death the whole drive there, worried that any moment could be a moment too late to save her. Once parked, he quickly makes his way inside and goes up to the front desk to demand to see Edna Nödl.
Jun 30 2017, 05:41 PM

Don Weiser has only just started visiting the bars in town again, and all the usual friendly faces at McCarthy’s are happy to see him. Paul buys him one of the new local brew they’ve got in circulation and starts talking about the promotion he got last month, then how his wife wants to put off having a second kid for another year. Don laughs, and it’s easy for him to say, “Oh trust me, Paul, you’ll be glad for that extra year later on down the road.”

They continue to catch up on the last several months, and when Paul starts asking more about where Don disappeared off to, he stumbles through some half-lie about how after the peak in the crabbing season he made himself busy fixing things up at his place, stuff that’s been busted since he moved in and improvements that he’d put off since last spring. He vaguely mentions having family pass through, but doesn’t elaborate.

When Paul has to leave, Don chats with the bartender and a couple of the other people he’s familiar with there, still being somewhat vague and generally less open than before. He orders another beer and takes his hat off to set down on the counter, barely listening to the now-drifting conversation. He looks up at one of the tv screens and notices as a young woman sits down at one of the empty stools next to him, looking a bit troubled.

“Hey, how’s your day?” he asks, friendly as always. Starting conversation off that way has always been better than being invasive and directly asking if she’s okay or if something’s wrong. Or, at least, that’s how he learned through raising his daughters.
Mar 10 2017, 01:54 AM

It's just another Sunday night at McCarthy's - far less busy than it could be, but more than Don expects.

Maybe it's the full moon? People always seem to act a little more weird during them.

Don just chuckles to himself before finishing up his beer, chiding himself for the childish thought as he looks up to one of the tv screens to keep watching the MLB playoffs. The Dodger's are losing bad, which is rough considering it's the fucking Cubs they're up against.
Sep 10 2016, 04:40 PM
content warnings:mention of self harm, some politics, sleep paralysis, paranoia, delusions

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Full name: Donald James Weiser
Nicknames: Don, Bud (bc budweiser)
Birthdate & age: August 26th 1965, fifty-two
Gender & pronouns: Male, he/him/his
Orientation: Straight

Astrological Sign: Virgo
MBTI: ENFJ (protagonist personality)
Blood Type: AB+
Dominant Hand: Right

Nationality: American
Occupation: Crab fisherman for the past nine years. Before that he had a well-paying office job that he hated.
SES/social class: Lower Middle Class
Education level: Bachelor's degree in business administration.
Languages known: English, little bits of Spanish.
Physical/mental conditions: Some lower back problems from a pinched nerve that have gotten worse. Sleep paralysis, paranoia, delusions relating to conspiracy theories, government control, and aliens.


Ethnicity: White
Height and build: 6’0 and bulky. Muscular arms and shoulders from his line of work, but not fit. Some pudge around his stomach. Was kinda fit when he was younger, blames his loss of figure on office work and his marriage.
Hair color/style: Brown gone grey with a receding hairline. Cropped pretty short.
Voice/manner of speaking: Chill, relaxed Southern California accent.
Distinguishing marks: Scar from a self-inflicted wound behind his ear by the hairline. He is convinced he was abducted when he was young and that he had something implanted under his skin - so he tried to pick it out.

Fashion/way of dress: Almost never without a damn baseball hat. Chill dad aesthetic???
General impression: Warm, inviting, kind. Probably gives great hugs tbh.


Likes: his daughters, dark beers, baseball, taxidermy, conspiracy theories, cryptozoology, sub sandwiches, sunsets
Dislikes: his ex-wife, budweiser beer or cheap canned beer in general, offices of all sorts, being idle, spaghetti
Fears: aliens, abduction, ufos/usos, confined spaces, losing touch with his kids
Dreams/Goals: Maybe start some kind of fishing goods store along the boardwalk when he can’t physically keep up with crab fishing. Reconcile with his ex-wife.
Strengths: Probably the most patient person you will ever meet. Upfront and willing to help out with anything he can. Also willing to listen and learn if he messes up, does something offensive.
Flaws: A bit out of touch and in his head. Now he kinda shuts down if he gets in arguments that are aggressive rather than constructive.
Quirks: His interests. The fact that he tolerates (seems to like???) the Nödls.

What puts your character at ease:
What makes your character uncomfortable:
Soft spots/vulnerabilities: his kids
How they try to come across to others: comforting, helpful
What they try to hide about themselves:
How they really feel about themselves:

Character traits: (aspects of their personality that were not covered by the above sections)


What are your character’s thoughts on…
-- Substance use: Loves a good dark beer, drinks less than he used to. Doesn’t smoke cigarettes. Occasionally smoked pot when he lived in California - started again once Maine legalized recreational use January 2017. Figured out it's the only thing that helps a lot of his back pain. (As a teenager/young adult he did his fair share of pot and hallucinogens.)
-- Sex/romance: His ex-wife ruined romance and any notion of true love for him. Not interested anymore.
-- Marriage/children: Doesn’t intend to have another relationship, much less another marriage. Loves his daughters more than anything else in the world. Thinks it’s beautiful and selfless to have kids and doesn’t quite understand people that don’t see the same appeal.
-- Religion: Agnostic probably? Tells people he’s nonreligious but tbh his beliefs probably have something to do with aliens.
-- Politics: Ugh. Has voted third party for as long as he can remember but his ideologies have shifted a lot. He doesn't trust the government, establishment politics and media in general because... he's up to his neck in anti-government conspiracy theories.
-- Technology: Used to be better with it when he still worked his office job, not so much anymore. These kids and their fancy VR/AR/DVR/WHATEVER. He's become more avoidant of it as his paranoia has worsened.

How social are they?: He's getting used to being social again. After three kids and an office job he didn't really have time to go out and have friends. He enjoys spending time with people though! He occasionally goes out to bars to be social. Though... not so much since the last election & worsening of his mental health.
Types of people they like: Those fairly similar to him, easy going, not too rowdy.
Types of people they dislike: Argumentative, stubborn, can't admit when they are wrong (hint: his ex-wife).
Social profile: Reputations & Rumors page

Saving/spending habits: Since he switched jobs, he'd had to become quite a bit more careful with his money. Especially with the divorce costs and moving out here. Does splurge on occasion.
Recreational activities: Research into the Truth ™.


Responsibilities at work: Fishing... for crabs.....
Length of time at current job: He first got his license about 8 years ago and started crabbing in California with a big company. When his marriage fell through about a year and a half ago he moved to Monroeville and worked with a non-resident license in contract with CCC's for 6 months until he was able to get his resident license and work with the local fishing companies.
How do they feel about their job?: He loves his job tremendously, feels it was a calling of sorts and is happier now than he’s ever been.
How is their work/life balance?: He feels like it's a hell of a lot better than it used to be. Actually has free time and goes out to enjoy himself.


Significant relatives / pets:
-- parents - both deceased
-- older brother (56), younger brother (49), youngest sister (47)

-- Linda Janowski, 55, ex-wife
-- Mackenzie Weiser, 28, daughter (degree in women’s studies, recently engaged)
-- Olivia Weiser, 24, daughter (degree in psychology and bioengineering) *potential want ad for her, ask if interested*
-- Amanda Weiser, 19, daughter (started college in CA, plays volleyball) *potential want ad for her, ask if interested*

-- Pascal, 2 yrs, dog (adopted about a year ago and named by Edna)

Relationship with family: Still not really on talking terms with his ex-wife. He loves his daughters, and misses them a lot. Wishes he could have done better for them. Is starting to reestablish relationships with them, especially Mackenzie, who calls him semi-regularly.

Since Fall 2016, has fallen out of touch with his kids as his mental health has deteriorated. Mackenzie has visited him twice in person, but she wasn't able to stay long and it's at least seemed that he's taking care of himself. No one is convinced he's really okay, but they don't know what to do for him.

Current residence: 8400 Ash Tree Lane, Rural Roads (neighbors with the Nödls)
Description of bedroom/living space: Generally pretty bare and simple, earthy tones. Has started to collect some clutter and make his home feel a little more lived in and full. The second bedroom was converted into an office, which is stacked with books and papers, along with maps and graphs pinned to the walls is Edna's, filled with a bunch of her stuff. His bedroom has most of his office stuff in it now and remains locked most of the time.


Place of birth/hometown: Santa Monica, California. Has stayed in that area for most of his life.

General history:

[Brief Past Timeline]

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Character’s feelings about their past:
Jul 25 2016, 02:21 PM
tag: Edna Nödl

With it being about a year and a half since moving to Monroeville, Donald starts thinking maybe it's about time he starts looking for a dog to adopt. He hasn't had one since he was a kid since his ex-wife hated them, but every time he stops by one of the nearby pounds he can't bring himself to do it just yet.

In the meantime, he's been buying things here and there in preparation - a medium sized dog bed, a food bowl, a fancy little water dispenser, a leash and harness. It reminds him a bit of when his ex-wife and him were getting ready to have their first child.

Today, along with his usual groceries, he brings home a few dog toys. With all the canvas bags in one hand, he swings open the unlocked door with the other, heading right into the kitchen to start putting things away - not bothering to shut the door after himself.
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