
True Name: Styx Acheron Askov Hawthore Ravenbrook Poe
Written Name: Styx Acheron
Pronunciation: sty-hyx / ache-ehr-on
Nickname: Shang
Alias: The darks past and present
Meaning: from a Greek myth. Styx is a river in Hades across which Charon ferried the souls of the dead.
Origin: Greek
Title: Corporal
Pet Name: Kid / Boy
Signature: well written, he writes slow
Gender: Male
Gender Role: he acts more masculine than anything
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Age: 5 as plumerian 22 as human
Age Appearance: a really sexy looking 20 year old
Birthday: 5/ 7/ 1992
Birthplace: Scotland
Species: Plumerian
Blood Type: o-negative
Preferred Hand: ambi / ambidexterous
Facial Type: (Ex: Oval, heart, square, round, )
Eye Color: orange and blue, interchanging colors
Hair Color white on the top, black on the bottom
Hairstyle: shaggy and messy, but totally sexy
Skin Tone: pale white, he doest see the light much
Body Type: half ectomorph hald mesomorph
Build: long legs, muscular arms
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 195 pounds
Facial Hair: light hairs on his face, not that he's gonna grow a beard
Birthmarks/scars: one on the back of his neck, a crescent mark that's a dark black
Health: Very fit and "clean" as in he is quite into hygene and fitness and health programs
Energy: he has alot of energy, but he sits on the computer for like 8 hours a day maybe more
Memory: a highly acute memory
Allergies: no allergies known
Handicaps: capal tunnel
Medication: none so far
Phobias: failure - rejectino
Addictions: gaming - computers - internet
Style: Casual Scottish Country Style
Mode of Dress: casual comfortable clothes, but stuff that's in style modified to make it comfortable
Grooming: well kept clothes, messy hair
Posture: Slightly haunched posture, from bending down to see computer better
Gait: a relativly slow gait, relaxed and never in a hurry
Coordination: exceptional reflexes, unless he's in the "zone" then their out the window
Habits and Mannerisms: bitting lip - clicking tonuge - throwing pencils - pulling hair out
Scent: a scent that's dark like velvet thunder, but rich like a sweet spring morning touched by the esscence of dew drops
Mood: there has never been a day where you didn't see him smiling atleast once
Attitude: he has a very positive attitude, and never thinks negativly
Stability: he's a bubbly guy, he's not angry often, it's hard not to laugh at his crazy inthusiasm
Expressiveness: oh, he's blunt with emotion, he wont back down from telling someone how he really feels
When Happy: Skips, smiles, waves, buys things for others
When Depressed: submerges himself in work, listens to calming scottish or tibal music
When Angry: pulls his hair, forces himself to make a project for himself to get his mind off of
Current Residence: an apartment complex by his work not even 3 blocks away

porfessional scottish video game designer
works at an apartment complex - always LATE past closing
keys clicking the a plumie sat alone in the apartment complex. they were highly focused on the computer screen infront of them, hands and fingers working overtime to do something unknown to the screen ahead of them. their eyes were clearly focused on the screen infront of them, headphones on, feet tapping to the beat of whatever song they were listening to. a grin appeared on their face as they seemed to finish beating at the keys like a piano soloist does at a recidal. you look around as they sit up strait and stretch, getting up from their seat, headophones coming off their wears, plugged into whatever device was in their pocket. they turned around before they look at you, a startled gasp. they reached a hand up to their hair and scratched the back of their neck shamefully, a pardoning look on their face.
"sorry, didn't see you there mukker, what brings you here?" they ask as they look at the clock. the clock read 11:58 pm. it was almost midinght and they were still working. you smile. "you were working feverishly on that computer, may i ask, if it's not too much, what that was?" you ask. they chuckle and shake their head, smiling all the more. "not at all, no worries, it wasn't meant to take long. i was only here for maybe thirt-" they were cut off. their eyes widened as they gazed at the clock. "9 hours? i was sure i was only here for atleasy 30 minuets..." they sighed as they looked back at you, smiling agian. "ah, yes, i was here for quite awhile. you must be closing the complex. sorry, i wanted to finish this demo." he said as he walked over to the computer pushing the chair out of the way. "here, you can see, as i said before, i'm styx. i'm a game creator for one of the biggest game company in the world, well, companies, i work for so many more. Nintendo, SOS games, LucasArts, Acitvision, Atari, Sega, you name it i've worked for them." you gasp at his work. the demo for the game, was a new rpg shooting game, complete with the newest weapons and real 3d computer graphics, that look like you've never left home.
he smiles once more. "yeah, i know. it's amazing already, and i'm only a n 1/8 of the way through for the demo. this will be the best move to hit the stores. it'll take a few years, blood sweat and labor to complete but there's nothing you can't do when you've got Shang on the job." you make a face. Shang? he chuckles. "my name in the video gaming world is Shang Acheron, instead of my actual name, Styx Acheron. overone just calls me shang now. it's more common hearing that name then my real one." he explaines as you nod. he saves his files and shuts down the computer. he leads you out of the building and locks up. "i'm heading over to the diner, maybe we could catch a bite to eat and get to know eachother a little more?" he suggests as you nod and follow him down the street.