Player: Tex
Peter Sweets was born in Springfield on August 13th, 1986. He is an orphan and has no clue who his birth parents actually are, although from a young age he had "imaginary" conversations with his father. Growing up in Springfield, Peter got in a bit of trouble, with some car theft and breaking & entering charges, but his juvenile records were sealed when he turned 18. He bounced from foster home to foster home, with his only point of stability being Victoria, an aging Hispanic social worker that was put in charge of his case when Peter was only days old. Throughout it all, Peter still maintains contact with Victoria, seeing her subconsciously as a surrogate mother figure, and they meet for lunch and check in with each other often. Victoria suggested police work as a career option, so Peter applied and got into the Springfield Police Academy after high school. He passed, but had trouble finding a job.
At 19, Peter met Susan C. Fox at an underage drinking party. They got drunk and had sex, and Susan got pregnant. Their relationship was doomed to fail before it started, as Peter was a lousy father-to-be and Susan was mentally unstable. They tried to make something work, but every attempt exploded spectacularly. Their son – Morgan Tiberius Sweets – was born in 2006, and proved to be the focal point Peter needed to start building a life. Unfortunately, Susan was not so willing, and every meeting between them ended badly, just like before.
Determined to start making a difference, Peter buckled down with police work and searched for a job. Victoria took a gamble and arranged for an interview with a "friend of a friend" on the Springfield police force, and later hinted blackmail material may have been judiciously used. Regardless, Peter got a job, and became a Springfield cop in 2007. Springfield currently uses a precinct-based system for the lower ranks, so Peter ended up serving as a beat cop in Indian Orchard. He established a routine and a place he regularly parks in case the locals need to find him. Peter's partner is Douglas McLean, who has two years' seniority over Peter. The two men get along well. Douglas calls Peter a "thuggish idealist," as Peter refuses to believe corruption exists within the SPD.
Peter has an apartment in West Springfield near Memorial Elementary School, and is not currently seeing anyone. He lives alone; his apartment is above a small grocery/convenience store and he has no neighbors. Susan has full custody of Morgan and lives in Russell with her parents; Peter gets his son one weekend a month, and pays child support. Despite his police access, Peter has never attempted to track down his birth parents.
On Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 – Peter's 23rd birthday – he picked up an overnight shift directing traffic; he needed the money to replace his flat-screen television that Susan destroyed in their last meeting/fight. He had the day shift off, so he slept until noon, lounged in his apartment, and cleaned. At 10 o'clock at night he headed down to East Columbus Avenue; the Springfield Department of Public Works finally wrangled money from the state overseers to repair State Street and traffic was being rerouted. Peter ended up under I-91. At 11 o'clock a thunderstorm rolled in. Grumbling, Peter ambled back to his patrol car and stored his Smith & Wesson M.500 pistol and grabbed his poncho and his standard-issue 9mm Glock. He returned to his post and continued directing traffic for several minutes until 11:18 PM.
At 11:18, he tried to stop a black Lexus to let some side traffic pass through, but the driver of the Lexus wasn't having that. The well-dressed man argued in a thick Boston accent that he was part of the financial oversight committee and he would have Peter's job if Peter "kept him from a very important appointment." Peter lost his temper and decided to teach this arrogant prick a lesson; he pulled the Lexus over and called for backup. He stepped over to pull the guy out of his precious Lexus when he heard an unforgettable sound: the squeal of wet brakes locking up. He turned to see a blue Honda speeding towards him, a Hispanic girl at the wheel, looking at him in terror as she can't stop.
This lasted for a split second before the Honda slammed into Peter, sending him flying. Peter was weightless for a second, and then was introduced to Mr. Pavement and heard several things crunch. The rain continued as Peter died; the Honda squealed off while the Lexus called 911 – and then drove off. As blackness closed in, the sound of the rain continued until it was all Peter heard until he felt himself being dragged across the asphalt. The rain suddenly turned to snow, and a heavy voice with a thick Russian accent greeted him. The voice said he is Fallen Snow, and offered Peter a chance to avoid death's icy grip. Peter dithered for a split-second before realizing he had to live, for Morgan's sake, and he agreed. Fallen Snow wormed his way into Peter's heart and shocked it back to beating. Peter bolted upright, spewing rainwater out of his mouth – and grimacing as it tasted like I-91. His limbs were intact and unbroken, although he clearly saw the bloody smear from his landing. He got to his feet shakily as cop cars come roaring up to him, and Peter realized there is a block of ice-cold where his heart is, every time his heart beat a jolt of cold flickered through his body!
McLean was the first on the scene as he was working another overtime gig close by; he shined his mag-light in Peter's face and asked how he is still alive. Peter growled for Douglas to stow the light, he couldn't see. He then noticed other cops putting flares around the blood smear, and the fact that traffic simply went around his sprawled body. EMTs arrived and brought him to Mercy Hospital, where the doctors ran several tests on him and marveled that he only has superficial injuries – except his body temperature stubbornly refused to rise above 97.0 degrees. One of the doctors admitted he served as a combat medic in the Army and would swear Peter is suffering from hypothermia – but it's August, and that makes no sense. The doctor left after saying, "Happy birthday, you're alive," and giving Peter a supply of Vicodin.
Douglas drove Peter home and rejoiced in the fact Peter was clearly injured while on the job, so getting short-term disability won't be an issue. Over the next several days Peter recuperated, swallowing Vicodin like candy, and tried to cope with all the changes in his life. Fallen Snow refused to divulge what he is or how he brought Peter back, and only stated, "I'm waiting for the others to get here." Peter was very startled to see the restless dead, and when one dead prostitute wanders through his walls he shot her – and the bullets sprayed through her and hit the wall. Luckily, the gun was a low-caliber 9mm Glock and nothing penetrated, and with no neighbors no one was hurt. The ghosts flocked to him, and he got little peace other then the drug-induced haze of numbness. However, as he grew bored and restless, he started cataloging the dead and their stories.
see Fallen Snow
Peter's keystone memento is a silver half-dollar from 1910, with one side burned. He discovered it the day after his death, as he tends to fiddle with things constantly and suddenly found it in his hand. When he examined it and wondered where it had come from, Fallen Snow admitted it was his and said it was a token of their bargain.
Peter is a member of The X-Krewe.
Peter is a 5'7" Caucasian man with an athletic build.
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