Eddie Andrews lives up the road. In the modest brick house with the pruned rose bushes out front. Top sponsor at the animal shelter. Guy who stops to help fix your flat in the rain. Sick, shit-eating son of a bitch who's chopped up damn near half the missing persons roster in the tristate area.

Eddie Andrews is MR. HAPPY: host and mascot of a late-night broadcast called TIMEOUTROOM. TMR features all your favorites, from live executions to cruel and unusual acts of degeneracy. Cutting, to fucking, and back again. All it costs to view is a little luck and a whole lot of bitcoin.

6'5". Barrel chest. Built like a heavyweight boxer. Bit soft in the middle. Strong as an ox. Clumsy as one. All power, and all bulk. The kind of build you don't wanna see on the other end of the street at 4 am. Mess of scar tissue above the neck. Damage is severe, covered with a compression mask and clothes when possible. Best tool in the arsenal; Bundy had his broken arm, Eddie's got his burns.

When the camera's on, so's his better face: yellow scrap of fabric cut just for him with two black eyes and a curled smile. Gotta have a niche, gotta have a gimmick, same as any content creator. Doesn't matter what the content is, marketing never changes.

Daytime, you'd find him at the farmer's market or at the community garden. At night, sampling the darker pleasures Hathian has to offer.

Build enough rapport, it doesn't matter who sees you where: no one's gonna believe the president of the knitting league spends his evenings snorting coke off a hooker's tits.

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OOC: I'm new to SecondLife, but not RP! I've already fallen in love with the atmosphere of Hathian as I've explored the sim. I've already bumped into some very interesting characters. I look forward to meeting more of you. 🙂