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{{Character
|type=Archetype
|story=Facility
|archetype=The Loner
|portrait=Loner Facility 1.png
|playedby=Iain De Caestecker
|age=Early 20s
|activity=Active
|in-play=yes
|overview=Introvert. Hermit. Recluse. Misanthrope. Outcast. Stranger. Loner. He's not the type that's easy to get along with or get to know. He keeps his own counsel, trusts himself above all others, and generally finds others annoying or else they're too much effort to deal with. He puts up walls, and they almost never come down. Even those that finally earn his trust or affection rarely learn the whole of him. Of course, there's safety in numbers and he's not about to shun perfectly good help when it's offered, just don't expect him to sit around the campfire and sing Kumbaya. Unless there's s'mores. Everyone loves s'mores.
|persistent=The Loner, for some reason, often has a Scottish accent - always in the Facility and frequently in his various incarnations. He's always socially awkward in one form or another, but that much is to be expected. Though he's typically brilliant in one field or another, frequently an intellectual sort sometimes this shows itself as being good at a certain skill to the exclusion of all else.
|persona=The Loner of the facility is generally quiet and reserved. He spends a good deal of time in his room and when he does peek out it's generally to grab food or something he saw on the bookshelf. He's soft-spoken and calm, though can become sarcastic and defensive if he's being confronted directly by someone. He seems to be handling the situation well, or he's very good at putting up a front.
|desc=The Loner appears young in the facility, maybe only twenty or twenty-one years old. His curly brown hair is short but still manages to be messy, and he's frequently clean shaven. He favors loose, comfortable clothing: hoodies, sweaters, and the like.
|door=A solitary male figure huddled alone in darkness.
|room=[[Image:Loner_Room.jpg|275px|left]]The Loner's room is the type of place you could hole up in and only emerge occasionally for sustenance. Everything is simple, but comfortable, the walls are a dark grey that somehow manages to not be oppressive. A bed with a plain black headboard and grey sheets dominates one wall of the room.<br><br>Across from that is a living area. There's a large plush couch in pale grey, a darker grey knit blanket strewn across it, perfect for nesting in. A reading nook is separated from the sitting area by a slatted wood barrier, containing a single lounging chair and a tall bookcase filled to brimming with various books, games, and puzzles. Everything one needs for a little bit of entertainment. The wall next to the door has a single black wood desk with a typewriter sitting on top of it. The wall above the desk contains mounts or frames holding all the various mementos from his various lives, each time coming back to a new item on the wall. The only splashes of color come from a few green plants dotted about the room.
|contacts={{AC
|contact=Beast1
|name=Connor
|note=Only friend from the Island, maybe more..
}}{{AC
|contact=Rogue3
|name=Lucas
|note=First spent time together at Beaver Lodge, and he doesn't piss me off.. might be a friend.
}}
|st={{AS
|song=Barns Courtney - Fire
|link=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLEoictM8p4
|lyrics=Lonely shadows following me

Lonely ghosts come a-calling

Lonely voices talking to me

Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone

And my mother told me son let it be

Sold my soul to the calling

Sold my soul to a sweet melody

Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
}}{{AS
|song=Billy Joel - The Stranger
|link=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnlvPoDU5LY
|lyrics=Well, we all have a face

That we hide away forever

And we take them out

And show ourselves when everyone has gone

Some are satin, some are steel

Some are silk and some are leather

They're the faces of a stranger

But we'd love to try them on
}}{{AS
|song=Postmodern Jukebox - Seven Nation Army
|link=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sB6HY8r983c
|lyrics=And I'm talking to myself at night

Because I can't forget

Back and forth through my mind

Behind a cigarette

And the message coming from my eyes

Says leave it alone
}}{{AS
|song=Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq. - I've No More F***s to Give
|link=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-calvsGLRfs
|lyrics=I've no more fucks to give,

My fucks have runneth dry,

I've tried to go fuck shopping

But there's no fucks left to buy

I've no more fucks to give,

Though more fucks I've tried to get,

I'm over my fuck budget and

I'm now in fucking debt
}}
|pic01=Loner Facility 1.png
|pic02=Loner Facility.jpg
|pic03=Loner 4.jpg
|pic04=Loner Julian 3.jpg
|pic05=Loner Blue.jpg
|pic06=Loner Watchme.png
|pic07=Loner Audacity.png
}}