Ravenwood High School for Boys (boys ONLY!)

[Will I Live]

(Doh' forgotten I was gonna use Ty lol XD. )



:First Name: My names Damon
:Middle Name: I-I don't have one..
:Last Name: Dawn. Kind of ironic really.

:Nickname(s): I dont have any nicknames other than Ty. Unless you want to make one for me?
:Age / Birthday: Two years six months and seven days till I'm eighteen and free from this h*ll hole called home. (sixteen and January 12th)
:Gender: I'm male. I get it. Sometimes its hard to tell if I keep my hair long, but recently its been kept shorter than normal.
:Sexual Orientation: I'm..well. I. Sorry, but I'm not normal and...Can we just move on? (gay)
:Social Status: I'm at the bottom if you will. I tend to stay away from people and like to keep to myself. It's easier and more comfortable than putting myself out there with all the other hormone crazed teens.
:Birthplace: I was born in New York. It was fun, and I miss it a lot.
:Crush: Nope. None currently.

:Personality Traits: I dont know. I'm told I'm very pessimistic..you know the glass half empty bit, but i find I'm just real with you. I'll tell you strait up how it is. That is if you even can talk to me. As I said I keep to myself and dont really go out much. If I am out I'm most likely working, or being dragged along by my sister Anabelle. Shes not really my sister more so my adopted sister. Don't ask me why my parents decided to adopt, but they did. Enough of them. I'm awkward when talking to people, because some part of me just wants to be accepted. I'll try to be cool, but I fail and back down half way through. I wish you luck with me..
:History: I was born in New York as you already know. I have a little sister. It's not easy being the older non-adopted child. It doesnt help either on how positive she is. Shes pretty much the complete opposite of me, and it gets tough sometimes. So yha thats pretty much it. My family tries to care, but at the same time don't. My sister seems to care the most, but ehh. I have been rejected by society and virtually have no friends at all. Im unwanted and unloved..thats why I do what I do...( He's emo)
:Likes ✓: I don't really know what I like. It just kinda comes as I experience it.

:Dislikes ✗: I dont really like certain foods. I dont like spiders..bugs..eww.

:Hair Color: My hair is naturally dark brown, but sometimes I dye it black..
:Eye Color: I have amber eyes.. I guess? they are like brown but in certain lighting can be a goldish color.
: Height: I am 5"5', so yha I'm pretty short for a guy..
:Weight: I very between 90-110 pounds depending on what I eat, and that sort of things...
:Body Add-ons: I have a pierced septum, a tattoo across my chest. I got this one,because I'm not a physical violence kinda guy and Christopher Drew holds a pretty big influence on me as well as several other artists. I got anothertattoo on my upper right shoulder.I just got this one, because it looked cool.
:Skin: I'm pretty pale...thats all I have to say about that...

:Phone: I have an iPhone.
:Pets: We have a fat cuddly cat named Lucifer. He's all black with yellow eyes. He's my everything.
:Favorites: .My favorite color is definitely red on black, and my favorite food is pizza. What else would it be? If its not pizza your crazy.. There is no better food out there.

{ You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life. }

THis is you!

[Will I Live]

(Uh, I have guys roaming around if you want to meet any of them.)

[Toxicfang]

(Yha I found it XD Lost had to take his name lol. So yha Damon. Can he meet Charlie? )

Damon sighed as he finished unpacking his things. Looking around the somewhat empty room, he realized that this place didnt seem as bad as he originally thought, but he missed his sister terribly. He shook his head, erasing the sadden thoughts from his mind as he threw on his skeletal hoodie and headed out of his room to explore a bit. The halls were rather quite with the exception of footsteps here and there which was expected of such an old castle like school. As Damon rounded a corner he spotted the cafeteria, or at least something that looked like the cafeteria. The sign outside the door was no help as the letters were backwards and shifting every time he looked at them. He threw up his hood suddenly feeling really self-conscious as he walked into the cafeteria and took a seat at a lonely table. He hated not being able to read all the time due to his dyslexia. It was just another reason to hate himself, and even more of a reason to believe that he was just a mistake in this world like he had been told time and time again by his peers.

[Will I Live]

(Yeah, sure.)

Charlie sits on the floor in a corner, he had gotten there that morning and was still sporting a black eye from the night before. His father's doing. ALong with the stitches up his forearm and hands.

[Toxicfang]

Damon looked up from the table as he thought he had saw someone move out of the corner of his eye. It was then he noticed a boy sitting in a corner. He bit his lip. Unsure really what to do. Damon wanted to talk to the boy, but at the same time he had never had a successful conversation with anyone besides his sister. Conflicted, Damon coughed loudly to see if the boy even noticed him.

[Will I Live]

Charlie looks up, his hair falling back to show his face more.

[Toxicfang]

Damon smiled slightly as he made eye contact with the boy. He noticed the brushing on his face and was honestly a bit intimated. He grew a weary look in his eyes before forcing himself to get up and walk over to the boy. He took a seat against the wall and bit his lip after mumbling," hi....my names Damon..".

[Will I Live]

"I'm Charlie, Nice to meet you," Charlie says.

[Toxicfang]

Damon nodded hesitantly." Your not going to hurt me are you?" He asked imagining Charlie as some bad boy fighter with the amount of bruises and stitchs he had. Although he had his fair share from his own father as well as some self inflicted wounds that lay just beneath his clothing.

[Will I Live]

"What?! No! Of course not, why does everyone think I'm going to hurt them?" Charlie looks down at the ground, his hair hiding his face.