We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you, til our veins run red and blue. We come

We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you, til our veins run red and blue. We come around here all the time, got a lot to not do, lemme kill it with you. You pick me up and take me home again, head out the window again, we're hollow like the bottles that we drink. AGE: 22 PSEUDONYM:  N/A OCCUPATION: HITMAN AFFILIATION: DAVISON BIRTH PLACE: SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA FACECLAIM: TYLER POSEY Sociopathic killers aren’t born, they’re made. Or, in Wes’ case it is. Impulsiveness and an inability to calm his tempermental rage once ignited, he’s one of the most unpredictable of hitmen among the Davison group. Although his initial meeting may seem like he’s your average innocent sweetheart, people who don’t know what he does doesn’t know the real monster he is. He’s a bit out of touch with reality and that’s why he was hired– he’s a weapon to the Davisons that they love to use to show how gruesome the removed family of Peccavi can truly be. Some people say he needs to be thrown in a crazyhouse for his actions, but Weston and the Davisons know he’s too smart, and far too crazy to even be attempted at capture. At a young age, Weston had to witness a stressed out father always seem to lash out his anger at his mother–verbally, and physically– every night. He would hide under the table while she got beat senseless by a father who was intoxicated by his own anger over a tough paying job and a wife who worked at home. He didn’t understand it; his uncles and aunts were rich on both sides, so why weren’t they? Did they not care enough to help the family? Curious, the thirteen year old boy had ran off to New York City to try and find his wealthy grandparents with their wealthy soon to be inheritors off at the Upper East Side. Once he arrived, he was instantly treated like a shunned family member, saying that he was born of a sin.  The kindest thing they did to him was give him shelter. But within those walls, he learned things, and they were things he wasn’t happy to hear. His parents were actually cousins of each other who fell in love, and it was considered a sin in the family; so they were shut out. Unable to get any of the fortune, he had a plan that would be for the better of them all. He chose his weapons of choice, cerbera odallam, to poison his aunt and uncle by mixing it in spices. The best part? It can’t be even found in autopsies. Within these thin walled months, he had gotten close to his grandfather, information wise. He knew he wanted his legacy to live on, and he’d do almost anything to make sure it did, hopefully even if it involved giving the money to his exiled daughter and nephew.  It worked seamlessly. He had put the cerbera odallam in the spices of their food for dinner when he knew they’d be too intoxicated to know he was gone for a mere five minutes, and he went back as if nothing happened. He just seemed unremorseful to murder, and in fact, even liked it a little. Everything fell into place just as he predicted, too– his grandfather unwillingly and begrudgingly handed over the money in no time, and his parents are more at ease then they were before. They were happier, and he was happy, too. Once he returned to start high school, he made friends with people he’d soon be calling bandmates; and even his psychopathic need to murder couldn’t be known among them. At their chance to roll down in Los Angeles, not only did he get to play at the Peccavi, but he also got a secret job as a hitman behind his band member’s backs. With a drug addiction, a secret life that lusts for murder, and a band, it’s not a surprise where he’s beginning to flake out on practices and gigs. The question is, how long can he old this facade up? C O N N E C T I O N S ANDREW SANDERS: A bandmember who’s one of the closest things he has to a friend, and they often do drugs together. ELIJAH RICHIE: He’d be lying if he said he liked Elijah. A little bit too blunt for his liking and with some arguments they had gotten in before, it wouldn’t be an overstatement that he wanted to slit the boy’s throat from time to time. ISABEL ROLAND: She always seems to act dumb around everyone, but he’s one of the few that can see past that demeanor any time of the day. -- source link

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