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[rottenmutt]

okay,reserved and everyone accepted.c:

[obiole]

[ destery moore ]

age; seventeen
three positive traits; caring, animal lover, gamer
three negative traits; loud, foul-mouth, ocd
clique; scene
popular or not; not quite. very anti-social
sexual orientation; heterosexual
birth place; Newcastle, England
face-claim; Destery Moore Smith
other; i do have a dog, sassy {{ do not use picture.
she is my dog in real life and i don't want all over cs, though
that's not gonna happen cx}}
form skeleton goes to the sirens, one of my best friends.<3

[rottenmutt]

accepted.c:

[float away.]

((Can I just say I freaking love Fable's hair! <3))

Name: "Names. Why does everyone seem to obsess over names? They are just sounds assigned to you at birth that are meant to identify who you are for the rest of your life. Well my sound sequence is Erin Nicole Inks. Am I in love with it? Not by a long shot, but I guess in a way it does fit me. At least I can't think of anything better. Except maybe Erin Fallon Inks, because Fallon would be pretty d*mn cool. I absolutely loathe Nicole, but it wasn't my choice."

Gender: "You know, when I was younger people would mistake me for a boy. I was all fat and no shape with stringy long hair. Guess that being a genius didn't excuse me from appropriate appearances and hygiene as I later found out. But seriously guys, I'm clearly female now with these whomping 30C's... I think they are B's, but hey if the bra store lady is trying to be nice, then I'll let her be nice."
Age: "I've been on this planet for a whole 18 years as of March 2nd. Finally an adult! At least I should be excited, but honestly I'm not. I've wanted to be an adult since I came out of the womb according to my parents, so this really isn't an achievement. Definitely a milestone, but no achievement."

Nickname: "I go by a few. Most people call me Erin, big surprise there. But I've also been called 'Inks' and 'Fallon'. My personal favorite was 'The Prophet' but I won't go into the whole brainwashed-cult-I-started-in-highschool thing."
Personality: "Oh lord, you expect me to be able to spell out my whole personality? J*s*s Chr*st, this is gonna take a while if I can't dumb it down. So here it is dumb-downed. I'm an all around freak of nature; like completely contradicts herself kind of individual. I like to think there are two me's. There is the one who people get to see and the one that hovers somewhere underneath Little Miss Confidence. I'm a spit-fire, always getting in people's faces, picking fights, and needing to be the center of attention. I don't even remotely think I'm all that, but h*ll, it sure does piss people off when someone acts like they are the greatest thing to ever exist. I don't like following rules and I'm fluent in sarcasm. I may or may not be a party girl, it depends on who is asking. I have a severe dislike for authority and an affinity to certain habits that I should probably break. Most consider me 'rude and crude' but that's just how I am. I like the shock value that it brings. Everyone else is just so boring.
So let's play opposites right now, shall we? I'm out-going but one of the shiest people you will ever know if you break through my shell. I absolutely cannot stand anything about me, but you'll never know that. I have zero confidence but I come out of the gates blazing and ready to raise h*ll. I enjoy simple things to the point where I'll be occupied for hours but I get bored more easily than an ADHD squirrel. I'm highly intelligent, but in the evil genius sort of way, I won't ever use my 'gifts' for good. I have OCD, anxiety, and crippling agrophobia. Ya know, the fear of being stranded in a crowded social situation with no way of getting help if needed, its fantastic.

I've noticed that people either love me or hate me, and never really have an in between. I honestly cannot stand girls. I dislike nearly every chick I meet, and I much prefer hanging with the guys and doing stupid stuff. Gaming, going outside, etc as long as it isn't with other girls then I'm happy and open to anything. I only make fun of people I feel close to, and I employ the 'kill them with kindness' method to those I dislike. I don't have a ton of friends, but the ones I do have and trust I'll die for. See, trust is another big issue of mine. Call me a pessimist, a skeptic, whatever you want but I'm quite critical of the human race as whole and individual. There is a lot more to me than these few things, but I'm really losing interest in talking about myself. I know I'm great and all, but seriously, not really."
.::Likes::.
-Singing
-Dancing
-Partying
-Music (all kinds)
-Festivals
- Smoking on Occasion
-Laughing
-Animals
-Water(Swimming, diving, water polo, kayaking, etc)
-Rock Climbing
-Science
- My dogs Weezey and Boho (Short for Bohemian)
- My cat Bic
-Acting
Sour gummy worms

.::Dislikes::.
-Public speaking
-Letting people down
-Turkeys (complete phobia of the living ones)
-Authority
-Police
-Math
-Stress
-People
-Fears being alone and isolated
-Losing people
-Cheating
-Depression
-Anxiety
-Dyslexia
-Needing people
History:
"I'm going to start this right off; I'm not supposed to be here. Its that simple.

When my folks found out that the baby they were having was a girl, my mother made a bee-line for the abortion clinic. You see, a girl isn't what either of them wanted. They were looking for a little football star, and obviously a girl couldn't be that. Between the two facts that my mother was too far along in her pregnancy for the procedure to be legal and the threat that my grandparents would disown my father, a decision was made to keep me.
Anyways, I try not to remember much of my childhood. My little brother came along when I was four, and at that point I was forgotten by all. They finally had their little knuckle-dragger, and so I was discarded in his favor. There were a lot of lonely nights, reading to myself, slinking away from them even at that early age in fear of angering either parent. Growing up in a household where your mother doesn't want you and your father blindly listens to whatever she has to say wasn't fun. There was a lot of physical and verbal abuse thrown my way, and for a while it did make me hate my younger sibling. He was treated like a little prince, and I was the punching back. I'm still jealous of and not ashamed to admit anymore.

Because of the things at home I wasn't a very social kid in elementary school; I had no idea how to interact with others. So I stuck my books and schoolwork, really only making friends with the teachers. I got bullied by others for being smart and nearly mute, everyone saying I thought I was better than them. I wasn't, I just didn't know how to act in their presence. Back then swimming was my outlet, my coping mechanism, for everything that was thrown at me. I'd get into the pool, fall into a trance-like state because of the rhythm of a stroke, and stayed in the water until I was too exhausted to pull myself up the ladder and onto the concrete. It was the last thing from healthy, but it did keep me sane. For years this helped, but all good things come to an end, and this one did just that. They shut down my pool due to a water heater they couldn't afford to fix; which left me out on the street with nothing to vent through. So I turned to cutting to relieve the pain and stress. This viscous cycle of self-harm and loathing continued up until 8th grade, when my family upped and moved.

Where we moved had a large high school, and I found my niche there before school even started. Within the first month I found myself with more friends than I could count, knowing everything about everyone and being able to move from group to group. I hadn't known what happiness was until this time in my life. While I excelled socially and academically, there was still part of me that had doubts. My relationship with my folks got worse, their words the most piercing of all the attacks I had in my life. Each one seemed to ring with truth, and eventually I just stopped coming home whenever I could. But 'good' kids don't let others retreat from their lives; so I found a group I never saw myself being part of. I ended up with the stoners.
They and their drug became my refuge at the young age of 15, and I'll admit, I had a problem pretty much right off the bat.

I found comfort and escape in what they gave me, and though the substance wasn't addicting, I found myself needing it. I slowly morphed from a geek, shy girl into the life of the party, never saying no to anything. I was popular, I had more friends than ever, people trusted and relied on me, and most of all, I was happy. The stoners may have been my sanctuary, but I wasn't restricted to just them.
This happiness and purpose was short-lived as my folks moved me not a year later in the middle of the first semester. People were cold and antisocial where we went, hell the first words out a girl's mouth to me was, "We'll be nice, but no one here is looking for new friends." And that set the tone for my next two years. She was right, no one was interesting in making new friends, and that left me alone and vulnerable. It was a downward spiral from there as I struggled to stay positive. But what time I wasn't at school with the bullies, I was at home with the abusive parents. After two years of this, I finally snapped.

A couple of months before the end of my senior year, I called it quits. I couldn't do any of this anymore. And so with a combination of alcohol, sleeping pills, and slit wrists, I tried to end my life. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed, bandaged and hooked up to multiple machines. My mother was sitting next to me when I opened my eyes, and as I looked at her, I still remember her words, "You should have done us all a favor and done it right."
I survived, but I've got two nasty scars across both of my wrists, and a broken spirit to go along with them. And that brings us up to the present. Horrible sob story, isn't it?"
Hair Colour: "I have a really rich dark red now. Did a bad dye job once and my gay best friend said my hair was 'merlot' colored. Last time I did it out of the box."

Eye Colour: "I've been 'blessed' with color-changing eyes that center around gray-blue. Nothing super drastic, but they do go from blue to gray to green and a combination of anything in between. Never brown though. My parents think the color correlates with my moods."

Skin Tone: "I'm fairly pale, but I tan well thanks to the Native American in me. I get a beautiful golden color during the summer."
Height: "I'm 5'8" and I still have a Napoleon complex. I was always the tallest kid in elementary school, and now it seems all my guy friends are taller than me."
Skills: "I wouldn't say I excel at much, but I do have things I enjoy that I'm relatively good at. Saxophone, singing, dancing, and swimming are my main areas I shine. And acting, of course."
Orientation: "For a while I actually questioned this myself. I find girls attractive but after dating a couple I will never be in a relationship with one again. Flings and hook ups are fun, but I want a man in my life." -She is bi-curious. It would take a really special girl to sway her-
Crush: "I want someone I can go toe to toe with and not let me push them around. I'm looking for an equal, not a minion." -Open-
Dating: "No one currently. I've been through a string of relationships ever since starting 8th grade, and this is the first time I've actually been single since starting my freshman year. I've always been in the committed ones; the shortest relationship I had was six months. I tend to fall out of love before the other person, so I do the dumping. Can't say I've ever been dumped. I am super traditional in some ways though. The guy has to make the first move, end of story. Nothing will happen if they don't."
Others:
"I'm my parents wild child that they desperately try to control, and when they fail, hide. They can't wait to pass me off to someone else. I've got a younger brother who is just starting high school and is going to be on varsity football as a freshman. My parents are still together after 24 years of marriage. The perfect All-American couple, and I ruined their American dream."

Piercings:
"I have an industrial in my right ear, a cartilage piercing in my left that is a ball and socket, small gauges, a monroe on my left, a set of snakebites, a nose ring on the right side."
Tattoos:
"I also have swallows tattooed on my collarbone with a banner in between them that reads, 'I once was blind but now I see', Avicii triangles tattooed on the inside of my left wrist, and my 'universe' is tattooed above my right hip. (Picture later)"










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Name: "The name is James Alexander DeMotte . Super exciting and original, no? I applaud my parents' creative skill mentally every time someone says my full name."
There is really no rhyme nor reason behind James' name. His parents were just middle class people looking for a middle class name that wouldn't draw attention to their son. They were hoping that if his name was ordinary then the boy would be less likely to stray from the straight and narrow.

Gender: "Even with long hair I would hope people could tell I'm 100% dude. You can check if you want though."

Age: "I'm 17 years old and my birthday falls on August 17th every year. I was born in the year of 1995."
Ironically, James' zodiac sign is the Leo, which his mother often teases him about. "Trying to be the true embodiment of Leo, aren't you, James?" Being born in the year 1995 leaves James as the Pig as far as the chinese zodiac goes.

Nickname: "I really only go by James. It's simple and easy, so why bother with anything else?"
On occasion his friends will call him 'The King' because of his long hair. He dated a girl once that absolutely insisted on calling him 'Mufasa.'


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Personality: "People like to say I'm full of myself, and I can't say that it isn't true. I mean, wouldn't you be if you were as gorgeous as me?"
James has a large ego, swelled over the years by female attention, lots of friends, and large audiences. He truly believes he might just be the greatest thing to ever walk this earth, and because of this his pride is easily insulted. He rarely backs down once this comes into play. He won't ever admit defeat, thus losing is not an option. Even when it is clear that he lost, this boy will continue to insist he is right until he is blue in the face.

"I can't really take anything seriously, and I was known in school for being the class clown. I love making people laugh, and I feel uncomfortable during serious moments. I'd much rather be enjoying the moment in its fullest than dwelling on problems and consequences. I definitely act before I think, but hey, impulse can't be that bad, right?"
Always quick to laugh, James always has his signature smirk hanging off of his lips. He loves to entertain others, and this status of clown feeds his need to be the center of attention. He lives in the moment and hates to be reminded there is a future ahead somewhere for him. He'd much rather just pretend that he won't ever have to grow up and face reality. Due to this forced ignorance, he can be quite impulsive. He does what he wants, when he wants, without much consideration for others or anything. Consequences aren't a tangible thing to him, so he tends to disregard them wholly.

"I tend to miss the obvious when it comes to things that concern me. Crushes, people hinting at things directed towards me, etc. I can't read lips, so don't even bother. I need nearly everything spelled out before I realize that stuff isn't a joke anymore."
Living in his own little world of 'Me,' James isn't the best with social cues. Unless something is forced right in front of his face, he will more than likely miss it. Because no one takes him seriously, James rarely feels what others have to say carries any weight. He just assumes everyone else is just like him; self-centered, carefree, and happy-go-lucky.

"I know how to flirt with the best of them. I've made a game out of seeing how long a girl can hold out against this charm. I like to leave the ladies swooning as I walk away to find a new target to play with for a bit. Most of my flirting is harmless, I don't often have much intent behind it."
James is by far a 'player'; girls come and go as fast as the minutes tick by in an hour. He rarely sticks around long enough for serious feelings to develop, only being present for the period of time it takes to wake up the butterflies in the other person's stomach. He likes to play hard to get, but when a girl is the same way he can't help but pursue her. The challenge is just too much for him to resist.

"Not that anyone will believe me when I say this, but in all honesty I'm a fairly sweet guy. I hate upsetting people, and I always try to make it up to the injured party. I'm not looking to be the mean guy, fun is strictly my only business."
Once James realizes that he has done something wrong, he tends to skulk for hours about it. When this 'something wrong' effects other people, he does everything in his power to fix it. He's the kind of guy that shows up on the doorstep with gifts. Or ambushes and spirits the other person away to a place he'll know they'll like. Apologies are hard for him, so he tends to say sorry through his actions.

History: "I was born on a hot day in the middle of August to a pair of newlyweds who had just had a shotgun wedding. That's right, my parents did the dirty before they were married and ended up lil ol' me as a result. They probably shouldn't have gotten hitched, but being fresh out of high school and scared they decided to tie the knot, to raise their kid, and 'love each other forever.' Well forever lasted a surprisingly short time.

You see, both of them came from rather religious upper-middle class families, so this whole scandal couldn't be allowed to happen. They got married in May, and three months later they had a bouncing baby boy on their hands. I don't remember much of this time, but according to both my parents it wasn't an easy time. My father worked two jobs, my mother was stuck at home caring for me while her mother hovered every second of the day. I guess I should be grateful towards my grandmother, she was probably the reason I'm still living today.

Anyways, my parents' marriage deteriorated quickly, leaving me in a house full of anger and arguments. Instead of separating like they should have, they stayed together for me. Or that's what they told me. I think they were just too afraid to be alone after eight years of marriage. This routine of going to school to escape their screaming matches, staying out at friends' houses as long as possible, and then hiding in my room repeated itself daily for another five years. It was on the day of my thirteenth birthday that they called it Splitsville.

My mother quickly remarried, while my father seemed to slowly waste away. He plunged into the dark world of drugs and ended up dead less than six months later from an overdose. During visitation hours he never actually seemed to want to be there, and I had many days when he didn't show at all. I miss him, but I never really knew the man other than his angry and hateful self that I saw when I was younger.

By the time I turned sixteen, my mother was on her fourth husband. Relationships fell apart quickly with her as she demanded more and more and more. She just couldn't be satisfied with what she had. I grew sick of the new men always filing into my life, asking me to call them 'dad' and then disappearing months later without a good-bye. I've stopped paying attention at this point.

Anyways, I've been in nearly constant trouble at school. Skipping class, tagging the building, smoking in the bathrooms, you name it and I've probably done it. Somehow I've still managed to pass all my classes and stay caught up with my class. I'd rather be out partying that focusing on school, and everyone knows it. I've had my run in with the cops, we are on a first-name basis now. They haven't nailed me for anything yet, but good God do they try hard. So yeah, that's where I'm at this point."

Skills: "Sketching and writing are my things. I've played guitar for years and like to sit down with my acoustic and just play for hours to relax."

Likes:
-Music (all kinds)
-Chunky headphones
-Tattoos
-Piercings
-Festivals
-Pranks
-The combo of black and white
-Himself
-Playing guitar
-Sour gummy worms
-Spaghetti
-Animals
-Books
-Laughter
-Partying
-Hot girls
-Horror movies
-Graffiti
-Glowsticks
-Paint
-Sketching

Dislikes:
-Insults
-People who only like a certain type of music
-Police
-His mother
-Being locked out (biggest fear is being alone in life)
-Isolation
-The silent treatment
-Boredom
-Blood (real blood from others creeps him out and makes him slightly faint)
-Wind (it messes up his hair)
-Goody two-shoe individuals
-School
-Spicy foods
-White chocolate
-Soda

Orientation: "I'm straight as an arrow, my friends."
Crush: "No one really has caught my eye yet, though there are plenty of pretty girls about."
Dating: "Nobody right now, though I've got girls lined up down the street for a chance."

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Hair Colour: "Are you kidding me? I've got a natural and luscious dirty blonde mane that no person can resist. It frames my face quiet nicely, and I like the look of it."
James' hair is a multitude of shades of blonde. The highlights and lowlights are completely natural. As a whole it will lighten and darken depending on the time of year. Summer makes it a brighter blonde while winter makes it fall more into the dirty category.

Eye Colour:"These baby are nothing but light gray, some may go so far as to say they resemble unpolished silver."
Having blue eyes that are so pale they are considered gray, these truly are the windows to his soul. He may be good at hiding his feelings, but the gray bursts tell the whole world what he is feeling.

Skin Tone: "I'm the normal weird pasty-tan that most caucasians are."

Height: "I'm not extremely tall, but I do come in at 6'2"."

Others:"I've got two lip rings on the right side of my mouth and some gauges in my ears. My left torso is covered in a traditional Samoan tattoo and my right torso wears a traditional Mayan/Aztec design.

James has an explosive temper whenever someone brings up certain subjects: parents, hard drugs, his feelings. He doesn't want to acknowledge his problems, and deals with his issues by ignoring them.

[rottenmutt]

{accepted.c:
Maybe 2 more members and we may start x3}

[obiole]

{{i know everyone except for wonderous cx lol
making a girlly for James c;

[Joey.]

Name:: Alexander Foreman Grey
Nickname:: Alexander (NOT ALEX.)
Age:: 18
Gender:: Male
Orientation:: Gay
Birthday:: September 13th

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I'm Alexander Foreman Grey, uh, pleased to meet you?

I'm from Germany, uh.. I don't feel like telling you the town, no one even cares anyways.
Now then, I suppose I should tell you about myself...
I grew up in a small town in Germany with my mother, father, two sisters and younger brother.

Our father beceame abusive towards us when we all reached the age of 5+, he began beating us, cutting, burning and other forms of torture.
My mother ended her life when I was 7, and basically... We all were brain-dead, we were sluggish and moved as if zombies.
And now that we escaped him and his... Cruel ways, I fled the country while my siblings remained and were sent into a mental asylum due to their excessive brain damage and Flame's Schizophrenia.

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Tattoos:: Chest Left arm Right arm
Piercings:: Angelbites, Snakebites, Septum, bridge piercing, 1 inch gauges.
Scars:: One that runs down the left side of my jaw and down to my collarbone and some others along my body.

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Well, what can I say? I have long black hair, gauges,
piercings and tattoos and scars!
Though most of them are on my chest and back,
the ones on my arms are covered by my still-growing tattoos.

Personality wise, I'm very quiet and calm,
though I'm also very kind and helpful but you have to start the conversation,
I never make it, I sit there silently and listen to
music until someone speaks to me.

Height and weight wise,
I'm a very tall and lanky individual.
I reach to 6'5 and am only 121 lbs.

I have a slight...Obsession with collecting snakes.

My room is in the basement of my house,
one wall has tanks and shelves of just non-poisonous snakes,
the other wall has poisonous snakes,
I even have a pool with salt water and a sea-snake in it
(Do not ask how I got that...)
But my two beloved ones
I always keep on me are Isara and Harmonia

[rottenmutt]

added.c:

[obiole]

introduction

name ➳ "my name is Christian Harper Rose Lush. yes, a long name, but I love it, except the Harper part"
nicknames ➳ "most just call me Chrissy the gamer, or just Chris"
age ➳ "im a solid seventeen. gaming gets me through everything, even past suicide attempts"
gender ➳ "if you really cant see or hear, then youre a stupid *sshole and very rude"
birthday ➳ "july twentieth, 19961"
birth place ➳ "Gothenburg, Sweden"

covers

hair ➳ "my hair is naturally black, but i usually dye it different colours every few weeks. right now it's ice blue"
eyes ➳ "they're naturally blue, yet i cover it up with purple and rainbow contacts"
skin ➳ "pale since i never go outside much becuase im inside playing video games"
height ➳ "5'9 taller than most girls my age"
weight ➳ "excuse me, that's extremely rude and im not going to tell you a thing like that"
modifications ➳ "x on my arm; x on my back; a septum(nose rine), shark bites(two bottom lip piercings on both sides)"

inside differs from outside

two positive traits ➳ "creative and outgoing"
two negative traits ➳ "distant and my english isn't that good"
disorders ➳ "bipolar, schizophrenic"
talents ➳ "i can draw extremely well digitally and traditionally"
weaknesses ➳ "cars, pizza and turtles. (turtles are a good weakness, though. I just die from cuteness)"
phobias ➳ "arachnophobia(spiders), ergophobia(socializing)"
favourite song(s)➳ "one does not simply choose a favourite song"
favourite book(s)➳ "what the h*ll are books?"

relationships

crush ➳ "no one.."
partner ➳ "nope"
orientation ➳ "straight as a pencil"
ex's ➳ "none worth the mention"
friends ➳ "just moved here, why would i have friends"

bye bye Sweden, hello America

house ➳ " x isn't it the best!?"
bedroom ➳ "x x it's comforting and the ac and heat work exceptionally."
pets ➳ "Casey and Brooke, both pit bulls"
phone➳ "the iphone 4s"
mother ➳ unknown
father ➳ unknown
sibling(s) ➳ unknown

[rottenmutt]

Couldn't help but make a ay boy.vuv and accepted bbeanie.c:

X---X

Name:Zachary Evans
Age: 18
Birthday:May 6th

Hi bye im 18 and my name is zachary,call me zach i dont care get away from me.

Weight; 138 lbs.
Height;6'2
Hair; Dark brown
Eyes; Blue
Tattoos; His arms,he has sleeves and chest tats.
Piercings; Snake bites,and his septum.Also he has gauges.
Scars;A scar from his dad on his chest and ribcage.

Well now down to my body,yippie..Well,i'm somewhat short in my eyes since my family is all really tall.I am 6'2.Though they are much on the big side,I work out and take care of my body so i'm more lean and built then they would ever be.Haha exactly 138 pounds baby!For body mods,coming to tattoos don't even ask,I got so many i can't remember! Just kidding you,though I have a lot of tattoos they all have a meaning to me,they are all special and have something to say about me or whatever else they mean to me.I have gauges,2 inchers..and proud,so don't make fun of me.My septum is pierced,and along with both sides of my lips,snake bites. I have long dark brown,almost black hair. My eyes are crystal blue.

History;He doesn't like to share it.
Family;Aunt Mary- Deceased-Cancer
Suzanne Evans-Mom-Deceased-Died during birth
Markus Evans-dad
Louis Jakobs Evans-Brother-Deceased-Suicide
Brother-Dakota evans Jr.

You want to get in huh? On my past?My beat down broken past,its a story to tell but go for it.
When I was little my aunt was diagnosed with cancer,of course I lived with her,so her death was hard on me. So I moved back in with my parents.along with my brother Louis.I had a hard time dealing with all this,but soon enough it was better and i got over it. But then my mother tried to have another child,our baby sister Lea,but she was still born and our mother died at birth.I was only 12 and my brother was 16. At age 17..he couldn't do it anymore.Our dad abused us,he would beat us and down grade us. When my brother killed himself.He blamed the deaths of the family on him,and thought they were his fault,so he ended all the suffering and guilt.Now his suicide hit me hard,and i'm suffering from the same thing,if only i was there with him that day,if only i wasn't in school.He would be here with us today...Maybe even..better.

Personality;
Quite
Shy
Timid
Anger problems

Hes very shy and likes to be alone.He is gay and hides it from others but shruggs it off and doesn't care.