Will Cochrane



Looking to know a bit more about me, are you? Flattered, really. Alright, let's see...I always find that it's best to begin at the beginning. Just seems to make sense, you know? Much better than starting in the middle. Or heaven forbid, even the end.

Sorry. I do that sometimes. Bit of a talker. Moving on....

I don't have any really exciting story to tell. I was born in a nice, safe, boring little town. Nice, safe, boring parents - my dad was a chief quality...in charge of...My dad worked in an office. Mom was a teacher. Live in a nice, safe, boring neighborhood and lived in a nice, safe, boring house. Football practice. Piano lessons. Clumsy make-out sessions behind the old fountain int the park

In short, my early life was a pretty nice, safe...well, I'm getting redundant, aren't I? You look like a smart one, you know what I'm trying to say.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is that things were driving me crazy. I couldn't go down the same path that my parents did. They were good people. Successful. Kind. But I couldn't do it. It would drive me mad.


So, I bid a fond fairwell to the exciting world of community college and retail jobs to hit the road. A backpack and my beloved old guitar, and not a care.

Or a plan, really. My old guidance councilor said directionless. And the tone she used made it seem like a bad thing.


I've spent a few years just travelling around. Getting buy on a few odd jobs - playing music in local bars and at small-town fairs. A few minor acting things in some of the bigger centers I've landed in. Not making millions, but I generally make enough to keep me going on until I get to the next town. Cheap diners and rundown apartments. No finer life.

I bought a bus ticket at my last stop. I could afford to go as far as the City. So that's how I landed here. Still have my backpack. Still have my guitar. Still don't have much else.

I'm getting in the mood to stop drifting for a little while, I think. Not settling in - picket fence, wife, kids...not any of that crap. Just in the mood to stay in one place for more than a month, I think.

So now I'm here, and it's time to work out all the little details. Small stuff...

Find a job...

A place to live....

Maybe a few bucks for a sandwich...

You know. Little details.

I just realized that I may be in over my head. ((Player is always free to discuss storyline ideas, and is always up for random play. Don't be shy, send word to my mailroom!))