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Tucker Reid
Killed: September 22, 2018 at 12:53 am EDT
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Born: June 28, 2017 Forum Topics Started: 5
Race: Werewolf Forum Posts / Replies: 26
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Jameson Orlav 07/27/18 Mr. Reid,

You have something, or rather, someone that I want. I apologize for the informal nature of this letter, but I'm afraid my patience has run thin and you've found yourself caught in the crossfire. The purpose of this correspondence is to prepare you for my demands. Find yourself some privacy and arrange for negotiation. Whether or not you give me what I want is not in question, but rather, whether you'll give it up willingly.

Regards,
Jameson Orlav
Mackenzie 05/11/18 To: Reid Funeral Home
From: Mackenzie.Brooks@Death.co.uk
Subject: Services

Mr. Reid,

Do you offer unservices? Can your funeral home bring people back from the dead, just as much as it lays the dead to rest?

Best,
Mackenzie
Mackenzie 04/04/18 Sure. I can be reached at B-tchisgonnab-tch@death.co.uk.
Mackenzie 04/04/18 Do you have a website? I'd love to leave a review.
Amari Preston 04/04/18 Tucker Reid just failed at stealing money from you! Amari felt someone attempting to check her pockets. The cleric's gun slid down into her hand and she pointed it at his fingers. "Good try..." She pulled the trigger and a flag popped out. A sign said 'Better luck next time buddy!'
Mackenzie 02/23/18 To: Reid Funeral Home
From: Mackenzie.Brooks@Sonder.org
Subject: Memorial Service

To Whom it May Concern:

I am interested in a memorial service for my late brother, Daragh, in the hopes that he will rest in peace - and stay resting. Do you offer any packages that help to keep the dead, dead?

-Mackenzie
Tiber Loche 02/05/18 Tucker
I'm pretty exclusive to New York since I left L.A.
Have you got somewhere to stay already?
Livia Vlcek 01/14/18 You graze on wanted posters? *quirks a brow* THAT'S what I'm doing wrong...silly me.
Livia Vlcek 01/11/18 *recoils at his because* No judgement here...
*might have grease with her for other things*
*doesn't know what those other things might be*
*arches a brow* Wanted poster? WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?!
*sniffles* Was it bad?
Livia Vlcek 01/09/18 *cants head* Do I know you?
*looks around* Did I get arrested again?
*stands up, squeezes with all her might through the bars* Thank you...we aren't in Mexico are we?
*dusts self off, hands the male a lime* For your time and trouble...they're like gold in these parts. *shifty eyes*
Caitlyn Darrow 01/09/18 *soft incoherent babbling followed by sleepy dialogue that is most forgettable in the morning*
Thank you. Youíre the bestestestestestest est-ever. Lloyd?
I think heís asleep. Iím asleep. Are you asleep?
You should eat some pie. Pie is good.
Caitlyn Darrow 01/09/18 *pouts, sleepily rubs eyes*
Did you drink all my orange juice?
Jameson Orlav 01/08/18 -sniffs around-
You smell like wet dog.
Caitlyn Darrow 08/31/17 Honestly, she had started to wonder. But when the man peeked from around the corner and had the white towel. She knew she had been right all along. Reid Funnel Home Rigsby had stopped his incoherent babbling, and instead stared mystified at the man who spoke with a toothless smile.

Caitlyn's own smile barely had moved, but she at least wasn't chanting funnel cakes anymore. She sets her bag down in the back of the stroller, and looks at Tucker expectantly. "Hello! I'm Caitlyn and this is Rigbsy. We're here for Funnel cakes. This is Reid Funnel House right?" She asked with a beaming grin.

She ignored some unpleasant scents she had picked up, and kicked them up to Rigsby must need a diaper change. "Rigsby's first Funnel cake! Oh this is so exciting. Can we watch you make them?" Awestruck she clasped her hands together in front of her, and felt her mouth saturate at even the reminiscence of her last funnel cake.
Caitlyn Darrow 08/30/17 Caitlyn had met Tucker briefly after the fall of The Order. But ever since he said he worked in a funnel house, she had been craving funnel cakes like a mentally unstable kitten trying to latch onto a cow udder. The stroller creaked by with Rigsby babbling on inside of it.

She found it! Reid Funnel Home. A loud squeal of delight emits from her lips, as she leans forward to inspect Rigsby. "Ready to try your first funnel cake?!" After giving his small bit of hair a ruffle she progressed forward opening the door and stepping inside.

"Funnel cakes! Funnel cakes!" She chanted and hummed merrily that is until the door closed behind the and she got a good look around. Blue-green hues narrow and take in her surroundings. "FUNNEL CAKES?!"
Caitlyn Darrow 08/29/17 *frowns*
Maybe I should have picked LA and not London. My husband doesn't care for the location.
Camille 08/28/17 -stares-
El Orlav 08/13/17 ~*~ Ella wheeled the small luggage bag behind her. Currently engrossed with the screen of her phone, and reading the updates on her extradited flight to go meet James. She busied herself swiping her finger to the messages pinging at her. Then she ran into something firm. Human. With a subtle look at the crotch area, it was a man. ~*~



''Sh!t. Sh!t. My bad, sorry! Well. Hi there. Um..'' ~*~ With a fastened turn of her head she could tell that she no doubt lost her way. Why use the phone? When she can use the human pole standing in front of her. He was handsome, but she didn't see a ring - not exactly her type.. but.. she had time. She posed the question and tugged the buds from her ears to hear the man's response. ~*~

''Can you point me in the direction of the airport?''
Julliet Swan 07/16/17 The angel threw one fist, then the next, and the routine repeated itself until the deed was done. She flicked the drops of blood off her knuckles, drawn from her victim's upper lip, and straightened herself up. She'd usually been good with keeping her attacks hidden from bystanders, but it seemed she had a quiet audience this evening. As Julliet tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, her bright blue orbs acknowledged the presence of the onlooker with a half nod of her head, before strolling away to continue her business. Maybe her witness learned a thing or two...
Mackenzie 07/09/17 "What the actual f-ck, S-" Mackenzie stops short as she gets a closer look at the man, arms crossing as she peers up at him. "Huh. I'll be damned."

Tucker Reid just failed at stealing money from you!
Camille 06/28/17 Welcome to the Realm.
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