| Name: Curtis James Denton
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U.S. of A.
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Criminalized
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| Demeanor:
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Bravo
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| Apparent Age:
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Late 30s
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| Nickname:
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Curtis
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| Played by
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Ryan Hurst
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| Quotes
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"Darkness isn't a place you walk and everyone in it don't necessarily belong there. They just think they do, until someone reminds them otherwise.."
-Curtis Denton
Curtis says, "I don't do polite so good." Samson replies, "I get that about you..."
-Curtis and Samson
"Thing about Curtis, Is that when you're talkin' to him, it's like you're pushing him around a floor with broken glass scattered all over, but you can't see none of it and he's in his barefeet. And then you just want to hug him, but if Sita sees you do that she'll knock you over."
-Darling
"Insert witty quote."
Who said it?
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| RP Hooks
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- Spent time in the New Mexico or California Prison system? Maybe we met up in the Yard.
- Into motorcycles, riding, or MC Clubs? Let's go for a ride, brother.
- Criminally minded? Have I got a job for you...
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| Logs
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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This is not at all a small individual, nor one that wears his age very well. His hair is a dark sort of brown that's made all the more so by the oil that clumps it together. It hangs down near the center of his shoulders, either in a ponytail, or twisted up into a skully cap, and has started to show the very first traces of gray just at his temples. His forehead is perpetually wrinkled into the marks as someone who scowls often, but it only highlights the deep set of his brown eyes. Shadowed by the brow ridge and crackling almost constantly in a semblance of firey intensity, crows feet have begun to crawl outward from the corners of their sockets. His nose is straight, but lumped down the center with a small scar that runs from left to right side and down over his lip where it disappears into the thick facial hair that gives him a weathered sort of look. The mustache crawls thick out from above his upper lip towards his cheeks and meets his sideburns, then hangs down at least three inches from the point of his chin. Gray has invaded the brown, but it's not at all thick like on his temples. His neck is thick, shoulders broad, and he stands well into the six foot range with mass of someone who's spent a great deal of time lifting weights, but graceful enough about it to know how to throw it around.
A white teeshirt is pulled down over his barrel chest and tucked into the thick black leather belt circling his waist. A sheathed hunting knife runs down his left leg, tied off on the thigh of his blue jeans. Over his torso is a black leather jacket that's heavily road worn, while over this is black leather vest. On the right breast is a gray diamond with a black 1 percent in the center and on the left Albuquerque beneath that. Across the top of his shoulders is a block style 'Hellcats' in a cruved boarder. Beneath this is what was once white, but is now dingy from years of wear, Cougar with a orange fire rolling up from it's positioned shoulders. It's left paw is sitting on a small pile of bones. He wears a pair of boot legged blue jeans slides over the riding boots he's wearing. Across his knuckles are tattooed 'FIRE' across his left and 'HEAT' across the right. Wrapped part way along his neck from behind his left ear is HEMCRO in flowing curl text and HEMCAB in the same position on the right side, with several others poking out from the neck of his shirt, though the details are hidden beneath his clothing.
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| Playlist
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| Allies and Contacts
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| Samson
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Billie
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Ana
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Blood in. Blood out.
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You've got a lot of spunk. I can appreciate that.
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Pulling a knife in a 1% club? You've got brass balls.
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| Irish
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§Sita
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Mason
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The Devil's watching Be careful what he sees.
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I said it would be a cold day in hell that I'd feel again. I'm pretty sure they're wearing sweaters.
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Your bark is almost as loud as mine. And so's your bite.
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| Darling
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Peter
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You're a firecracker. And a hellcat if I've ever seen one.
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Neither of us share well. That's why this works.
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Insert another witty remark. Last bit of wittyness.
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| Gallery
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