Alec T. Raella
Twelve|Thoughtful|Living Room|Thinking of his father...
Alec nodded. "I knew him... But I would do anything to not have ever met him." He said. If you met his father, you wouldn't soon forget him. His black hair was scruffy and the beard he'd had matched it. The skin that lie over his body was scarred and destroyed, injured from countless fights and such. With the attitude he'd had, he would yell and scream over the smallest thing. And that was the most memorable thing of Mr.Raella. People who saw Alec couldn't tell he was related to him easily, as Alec's brown hair was usually rather calm, falling to the bottom of his ears and his skin was only messed up in a few places other than his tattoo. His attitude was different too. He was kind, at least he tried to be. Not like his father whose goal was to make everyone miserable. No, Alec tried to help. But his offerings usually ended poorly.
Twelve|Thoughtful|Living Room|Thinking of his father...
Alec nodded. "I knew him... But I would do anything to not have ever met him." He said. If you met his father, you wouldn't soon forget him. His black hair was scruffy and the beard he'd had matched it. The skin that lie over his body was scarred and destroyed, injured from countless fights and such. With the attitude he'd had, he would yell and scream over the smallest thing. And that was the most memorable thing of Mr.Raella. People who saw Alec couldn't tell he was related to him easily, as Alec's brown hair was usually rather calm, falling to the bottom of his ears and his skin was only messed up in a few places other than his tattoo. His attitude was different too. He was kind, at least he tried to be. Not like his father whose goal was to make everyone miserable. No, Alec tried to help. But his offerings usually ended poorly.




