NAME: Hudson Rhodes
NICKNAMES: Hudson, Broseidon (Lord of the Brocean), Hud, Huds, Huddy and all of the other 'bro' names his friends come up with.
AGE: 26

HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 190lbs
BUILD: Authletic / Muscular
HAIR: Dark brown
EYES: Geen
FASHION:
COLOGNE:

MARITAL STATUS: Netflix and chill
SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Owner and head planner at [NAME]
HOMETOWN: Tofino, BC
PARENTS: Richard & Dawn Rhodes
SIBLINGS: None
IN-TOWN FAMILY: None

TRAITS: old-fashioned, smooth, sociable, clever, silly, selfless, blunt, boyish, loyal, excitable, stubborn, determined, honest, fun-loving, generous.

LIKES: Cooking, comics, cleaning, the guitar, antiquing, sushi, burgers, dark chocolate, lazy mornings, cold coffee, tea, knitting, tomato soup, laughter, funny hats, karaoke, Random acts of kindness to strangers, fresh cut grass, matcha ice cream, ice cream in general, Irvine Graeme, new socks, reminiscing, new underwear, reading, video games, dancing, stilt walking, his nana, popping bubble wrap, cheese, all things bacon, standing in a cold rainstorm after a really hot day, country music, cigarettes


DISLIKES: liars, Brussel sprouts, people harshing my mellow, moldy cheese, cats (I dare you to ask why), telemarketers, drama, selfishness, egotistical people, condescending people, rudeness, hospitals, Endless TV commercials, usually about pills, careless drivers on cell phones, People who take the system for everything they can get, toxic people, Obnoxious know-it-all people,

Hudson has always been very book smart. even though he struggled with his studies in school. He's very personable and is good-hearted. He believes in treating others the way he likes to be treated himself. He's fun loving, outgoing and isn't afraid to speak his mind when it counts. He's always been the go-getter type and a bit of a dreamer.

He'd definitely be considered a stereotypical geeky type by his love of comics, video games, Star Wars and many other things. He's dudebro-talking non-dudebro, but only with a select few. Hudson easily adapts to his surroundings.

Hudson was born in the tiny town of Tofino, British Columbia to Richard and Dawn Rhodes, a pair of teenage sweethearts who had gotten pregnant on the night of their graduation dance, just before they were let loose onto the world as 'adults'. Their relationship was already on the rocks when Hudson came along, and for the first six months of his life, family and friends of the young couple were hopeful that the beautiful baby boy with a shock of dark hair and blue-green eyes would rekindle the passionate love that they had once proclaimed to feel for each other. And for awhile, it worked; Dawn and Richard bickered a little, as most young couples were wont to do, but for the most part they got along. They got along well enough, anyway, to raise their son together. And while Hudson had no doubts that his parents loved him more than anything, he had no idea that the love and affection they showered him with did not go much further than his bedroom door when they would tuck him in together. Once the white wooden door with the parade of pirates painted along the frame was closed, the love would dim from Dawn's eyes, and Richard would cease to speak, unless it was to argue with his wife. A marriage out of necessity rather than love, their closest friends would likely tell you that it was doomed from the very beginning. But that is another story entirely.

By the time Hudson was eight, he began to notice that things weren't quite right in their little house near the town border. Because while his dad was always willing to kick a ball around, or help him oil the chain on his bicycle, and his mom would never turn him away if he needed help with his english homework, or if he wanted to help her cook dinner, the pair of adults (who were scarcely older than he was) barely ever looked each other in the eye. There were a few days where they all got along; his birthday, for one, had always been a day filled with smiles and laughter, without anything even resembling an argument or a sideways glance. But the rest of the year, he was lucky if he didn't witness a heated, if quiet, argument in the kitchen, or see Dawn shooting daggers at Richard's back with her eyes as she cleared the table.

When Hudson was twelve, he was miserable. Because the arguments had become less quiet, and more heated. His mother no longer swallowed the urge to scream at Richard that he had ruined her life, and Richard no longer held in check the temper that ran in his family. More than once, in the middle of the night when he was meant to be sleeping, Hudson would sneak out his bedroom window. Taking with him a ratty old blanket from his youth, a flashlight, and a book, he would retreat to the hammock in the back yard. He could still hear his parents fighting out there, but it was much less. Dawn and Richard became accustomed to finding him curled up out there, fast asleep and shivering on the mornings after their big fights, and would blame each other for driving the boy into the cold. Nobody was surprised that, the day after the boy's thirteenth birthday, the couple announced their plans to divorce. And while Hudson was sad that his father was going to be moving out, he was relieved that the fighting would, finally, stop.

The next few years were spent adjusting to his new life, and the empty space in the little white house that his dad had once filled. The big recliner in the sitting room was gone, and the bathroom down the hall from his bedroom no longer smelled of old fashioned shaving soap. But his mother was much happier, humming tunes as she fixed his lunch for school each night. Having always been a housemom, she had needed to take a job in Victoria. But she was always home in time for dinner, and she seemed to enjoy dressing smart to go to her office job. Seeing that she was content enough with her life that gradually, the aches that came from having his father gone began to ease from Hudson's heart. He still saw Richard every weekend, for one week of winter break, and a month for summer. Their relationship was as good as it had been when his parents had been married.

Fast forward four years; at seventeen, Hudson was a handsome young man. 'A real looker, just like your father,' Dawn had told him, a bit sadly, when he'd asked her how he looked before a date. He had met Isobel at school the year previous, and the pair had taken an immediately taken a shine to each other. She was Scottish, and as pretty as a picture. Towheaded and dark-eyed, she was his photographic negative, light where he was dark, and dark where he was bright. She had a filthy mouth, one that rivaled his own, soft hands, and an addiction to peach flavoured chewing gum. Hudson loved her desperately, or as desperately as any boy who was on the cusp of manhood could love a girl on the cusp of womanhood. He took her to Grad, the same dance that his parents had attended when they'd been his age, and the similarities hadn't ended there. They'd rented a room in a hotel the night of the dance, and true to family tradition, Isobel had gotten pregnant. His mother had cried when they had told her of the news, telling her son that she didn't want his life to go the same way that hers had gone. Hudson had protested vehemently, claiming that he loved Izzy and their unborn child desperately, and that they would never end their fairytale adoration of each other.

Most fairytales have a tragedy, however, and the tragedy to Hudson's story came when Isobel fell dangerously ill in her seventh month of pregnancy. A cesarean was scheduled for the day that the baby was developed enough to be safely delivered. However, a scant three days prior to that momentous day, as Hudson was installing a new light fixture in the nursery of the tiny flat he and Izzy were renting, his beloved's cry of agony caused him to drop the glass bowl he was attempting to fit over the exposed bulbs in his haste to get to her. When he got to their room, where Isobel had been spending all of her time since the doctors had put her on strict bedrest, he expected to see someone attempting to crawl through their bedroom window, or at the very least a severed limb. But all he saw was his fiancée, sitting stark upright and clutching her stomach. Something was wrong, she claimed. She felt different. The baby hadn't moved all day, and she had been jerked out of a sound sleep by a feeling of wrongness. At first Hudson attempted to calm her, but the more she insisted that this wasn't right, the colder he felt. Finally, he agreed to take her to the ER, where after an hour and a half of waiting, and a quick ultrasound, the young couple was given the earth shattering news that their baby, a little girl they had been calling 'Lovebug', had no heartbeat. She was delivered, and Isobel was kept in the hospital for nearly three weeks afterward. Hudson stayed with her as much as he could, but the longer she was kept there, under careful observation, the more often she insisted that he leave, that she was fine. The loss of their child drove a rift between them that would never be closed. It was only another month later that the couple broke up, quietly and tearfully. Neither of them could look the other in the eye anymore, without thinking of Lovebug, each blaming themselves for the loss.

When Hudson was nineteen, he left Tofino, the only place he had ever called home, and moved to Vancouver to attend university. It was an incredible culture shock, to go from the almost impossibly small township where the population had been a mere eight hundred people, to the massive city of over a half million. The noise and the brightness of it all made his head swim, and he allowed himself to get swept up in it immediately. This, of course, meant becoming friendly with the lads at school. And becoming friendly with the lads lead to him going out after classes for a couple of drinks. Which were proceeded with more drinks. Which they then garnished with further drinks. And of course, those needed to be washed down with even more drinks. It was not long before Hudson was drinking every day, with or without his mates. Before and after class. In the pubs, and in his shared flat. The only reason he wasn't failing his courses was because, even while guttered, he managed to sit exams and get relatively high scores, and he could bullshit his way through papers with a hangover an hour before they were due. This did not last forever, though. Soon, the alcohol wasn't enough to dull his pain, and he turned to cocaine instead. And it took over his life entirely. No longer a functioning drunk, he began skipping classes to sit alone in his room and get high. Sometimes he took out the handful of photos he had of Isobel, and the few sonograms he'd managed to keep of Lovebug. Those days were the worst, when he would snort away his savings and mourn his losses until he blacked out, often leaving a cigarette burning in the ashtray beside him. It was a wonder he never burned his apartment down, and that nobody was ever hurt when he would drive while under the influences. By twenty-three, he had given up booze entirely in favour of the drugs, and he was barely functioning, only leaving the apartment to get another fix. He had flunked out of school entirely, and he ignored the pleading phone calls from both of his parents, begging him to leave Vancouver and return home where they could help him. In the end, it was two things that made him take a step back and look at his life; the first was his roommate telling him that if he didn't smarten his act up, he could bum around Vancouver in a refrigerator box, rather than having a nice, comfy, rent-controlled apartment to live in. And the second was when his cousin, the only one he had, pulled the members of their small family together to give Hudson an intervention. It was a hard decision to make, and an even harder one to go through with, but he agreed that night that he would give up the drugs, and he would go into treatment.

The first half of Hudson's twenty-third year of life was spent in Surrey, at the Phoenix Society, an addiction recovery facility. It was hard. It was hard, and it was painful, and Hudson wanted to quit more times than he could count. But he stuck it out, if only because he never wanted to see the look on his mother's face that had been there the night of his intervention. When he got out of Phoenix Society, he went to a second-stage home, in Delta. That was where he met Darren. Darren Everhart, who had the most ridiculous last name Hudson had ever heard in his life, had successfully kicked a nasty addiction to booze and painkillers. And he was beautiful. Always knowing that he had absolutely no preference when it came to the gender of people he dated, Hudson didn't waste much time before letting him know that he fancied him. Their relationship, rooted by their mutual appreciation for each other's physical attributes (layman's terms: they found each other irresistible), quickly sprouted into something passionate and intense. Passion, of course, is not always entirely healthy. Because their love was intense, but when they fought, it was just as fiery. If they weren't entangled in an impossibly close embrace in Hudson's stuffy attic room in the second stage house, they were screaming at each other in the middle of the park, until the police were called because someone was afraid it would get physical. In the end, Darren was offered a job in Toronto, Ontario, and asked Hudson to go with him. Unwilling to move to a place where he didn't speak the language, where he didn't know anybody except for someone he couldn't even stand half the time, Hudson naturally refused. He asked why Darren couldn't get a job closer, and Darren told him he didn't get it. They fought again, for the last time, and Darren wound up cracking Hudson's door from how hard he slammed it when he stormed off. That was on Hudson's twenty-forth birthday. Ready to leave second stage, Hudson knew that he needed something different. Canada was littered with the pains of his past; reminders of Isobel and Lovebug, his failed attempts at University, his drug habit, his parents' divorce. What he needed was a fresh start. What he needed was a Big Move.

He was twenty-five when he made the move to the States. He wanted to leave sooner, of course. He wanted to leave as soon as he came to the realization that Canada held little more than bad memories and temptations. But there were channels he had to take, such as obtaining a Visa, and figuring out what he was going to do with himself once he had crossed the border. So he quelled his rebellious spirit for the moment and settled himself in a retail job while he figured out just what he wanted to do with his life. After some soul searching, he decided that he wanted to give school another shot. A sober shot. His teachers in secondary school had told him, over and over, that since he liked designing castles and ridiculous mansions, perhaps he might try architecture a shot. He had a hell of a time convincing any schools in America to take him, after his last disastrous attempt at higher education, but eventually he got accepted to the University of Washington. Once that was settled, it was easy to put the rest of the pieces together. He found an apartment in Bothell and a job at a grocery store. Not much, but it was a start. A new start, and it was exactly what he needed. And this time, when Hudson moved from the place that he called home to what felt like an entirely new world, he integrated without the assistance of drugs. He flourished at school, loving his classes from the moment he took a seat in his first lecture. Work was mundane, but it paid the bills, and he made a few good friends. Friends who didn't mind when he opted out of a night of partying, and who encouraged him for every sober milestone he reached. It was a good life, and he was content. In the two years he lived in Washington, he studied hard, and got his BA in communications at UW. And then it was a matter of finding a job in his field. Which proved much more difficult than he thought it might.

In time, it became painfully obvious that Hudson wasn't going to find a job in Bothell. And, truth be told, he was becoming a bit tired of Washington. True to his nature, he wanted a change of scenery. And, with all the responsibility of a man who really, really hated making decisions, he chose his new home in a game of chance. That is, to say, he made all of his friends suggest different places that they had once visited and liked, then drew a name out of a hat. That was how he found himself in Westchester County, New York. It was on the opposite side of the country, but Hudson had always enjoyed road trips, so the move wasn't terrible. And as soon as he stepped out of his car and looked around the place, he was charmed by it. He wasted no time in diving right into his career goals, and launched his own event planning company. It struggled a little at first, the way new businesses sometimes did, but in the two years that he's been living in New York, it's gathered enough steam that he no longer worries that one day he'll be working in a grocery store again.

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What's one thing no one knows about you? I honestly can't think of anything. There is one thing that only my parents know about. When I was little, I wanted to be a cowgirl when I grew up. Don't judge! My best friend at the time wanted to be one, so naturally, I did too.

What's one thing everyone assumes about you that isn't true? That I don't take care of myself.

What's one thing you wish you could stop? Pain.

What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have? Gone to Disneyland. Or any big amusement park. My family tended to go camping or fishing for family vacations, so I've never done anything like that.

What are you a sucker for? Like, in general, or in a partner? In general, it would probably be food. But when it comes to a partner, someone with a nice butt and a good heart.

What's your biggest pet peeve? Fork biting, loud chewing, chewing with your mouth open, uncleanliness, people who don't cover their cough/sneeze, driving too slow in the fast lane, animal cruelty, cutting in line, talking during a movie, someone who always finds something to complain about, someone who tells you they will take care of it but doesn't follow through, stopping in the middle of a crowded hallway, not using turn signals, texting and driving, people who try and make conversation when you are reading, when you hold the door open for someone and they don't acknowledge it, saggy pants, using the word 'literally' incorrectly, people who follow too closely in traffic, pushy sales people, tv commercials being twice as loud as the actual show, Movies with loud music and quiet dialogue, incompetent employees, someone who calls you and puts you on hold, leaving the smallest amount of something and putting it back in the fridge, unnecessarily loud breathing, solicitors knocking on my door, people who are constantly staring, When people ask dumb questions. Is that chocolate cake? Nope it's Poop Pie!, the duck face, unnecessarily shortened words, closed minded people, YOLO. (Just to name a few)

What can absolutely make your day, no matter what? Nachos.

What's the worst part of your life right now?

Do you have or want children? Eventually I'd like to have kids. I want two, maybe three.

If/when you ever have children, what is one thing you absolutely want to teach them? How to be individuals.

What was the worst advice your father ever gave you? The best? The worst was to ignore my problems and they'll go away. The best was to always be myself, no matter what people think of you.

When did you feel you'd finally 'come of age?' When I left home to go to University. It as the first time I'd ever been out on my own, and it was a decision I made myself, rather than letting my parents decide for me. Of course, that didn't exactly end well...

How do you deal with depression, stress or sadness? I go for a walk or smoke a joint.

How do you think of yourself? I like to think I'm a good person. But then, I think most people would like to believe that they're good.

How do your friends think of you? To be completely honest, I think it differs from one friend to another. It's different with each relationship.

How do your enemies think of you? I really hope I don't have any enemies. But if I do... I don't know. I don't want to think about it.

What will it take for you to die happy? I want all of my friends and family to know how much they mean to me, which is why I try and let them know often as I can.

What do you do to relax?

Do you have any annoying habits?

Do you have any hobbies?

Do you have any phobias?

What's your motto or favourite saying?

How would you dress if money was no object?

What are your immediate goals?

What are your long-term goals?

What jobs have you had in the past?

List past boyfriends/girls?

What books have you read lately?

Who has have the most influence on your life and why?

What would you rather be doing right now? Eating. I'm starving.

----------YOUR FAVORITES---------

Movie: Fight Club
Song: Avett Brothers I and Love and You
Singer/Band: Van Morrison, Jim Croce and Lana Del Rey
Color: Teal and Grey
Animal: Elephants
Actor: Robert Downey Jr
Actress: Shirley MacLain
Author: John Grisham
Photographer: Robert Varva
Drink: Black currant iced tea
Foods: Prime rib, crab legs, pasta and bacon.
Car:
Season: Autumn
Smell: Peppermint and Tabacco
Location: Canada
Book: The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty
Place To Eat: At my Mum and Da's house.

----------DO YOU REMEMBER?---------

First Boyfriends Name: Yes, Jake Williams
First Girlfriends Name: Yes, Melanie Olsen
First Car You Owned: I'm slightly ashamed of my first car.
Your First Date: Oh gosh, I believe to the movie theaters.
Your High Schools Name:
Your Biggest Regret:
The First Funeral You Attended: Andrew Hayes
The First Wedding You Attended: Irvine and Miranda's
Your First Movie You Saw In Theater:
The First Concert You Went To:
Your Biggest Let Down:
Your First Pet: A German Shepherd mix named Duke
What You Wanted To Be When You Grew Up:
A cowgirl Your First Big Crush: Michelle (don't remember last name) in kindergarten.

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Left or right-handed: Right-handed
Omnivore or Vegetarian: Omnivore