So I was born here in New York, in Brooklyn to be exact, 35 years ago though it doesn't seem like it's been that long. My parents keep telling me I should settle down now that I'm in my thirties, but I don't see the point personally. My parents are great, don't get me wrong. Mom, Aileen, is an office clerk and my father is Darryl Milburn, Real Estate Executive extraordinaire which means he sells lots of houses and can spare me some cash now and again. They both still keep telling me I should be more like my twin brother Neil -who says he's a minute older, but I disagree, I'm definitely the older one. Don't get me wrong, Neil and I get along just fine, though we were a lot closer in high school. He was the bookworm and I was the slacker hanging out with the misfits. He finished college and ended up with a great job doing contract management stuff, got married and had a kid, all that good stuff. Me, I -went- to college, studied philosophy, but it got boring fast. All the bookwork and classes. So I dropped out and got a job at a cafe-bar, much to my parents' disappointment.
I spent quite a few years working at the cafe-bar and actually ended up co managing it. I also did some acting, local theatre group type stuff, which I love but can't take seriously enough to be full time at it. Those auditions start awful early, you know. I made decent money at the cafe though, and some friends turned me on to a few local charity organizations. I like to help people and I love my hometown so I stuck with it, helping out at different ones as need came up.
When the cafe closed down, I put most of my time in to the charity organizations, picking up spare cash as a bartender or a waiter sometimes, and borrowing from dad when I got strapped for cash. I've had a few relationships here and there, but never anything like ~marriage~ unlike Neil. I'm quite happy spoiling my nephew Terry rotten, and staying away from anything serious.
And then the Bomb happened.
It was something like out of a horror film, with buildings destroyed and everyone fleeing the city. I was lucky though, and didn't get hurt, so I was evacuated with the others to Staten Island. It took me five days to find Neil, and while he and Terry were fine, his wife Becky wasn't so lucky, ending up in a wheelchair after the building she was in collapsed. Over the next few years I spent most of my time with Neil and Terry, though Becky pulled farther and father away from Neil as their marriage disintegrated.
I'd heard about a charity project that a few of my friends were involved in, and got Neil into it to try and take him mind off things. After we'd been working with them for a few months, a friend of mine took me aside and asked me if I wanted to work on something more intense, and much more secret. That's how Neil and I ended up joining the Ferrymen, a group that helps Evolved. Now while I'm not gung-ho pro-Evolved, I don't think that people should be turned into lab rats or tagged like wildlife by the government.
Neil and I are both overseers of the Grand Central Terminal project now, and live down there most of the time. I'm still somewhat of a slacker while Neil is ultra-organized but our styles seem to mesh well enough to get things done.
