Age-18
Sex-Male
Hair-Black, with streaks of red. Wears it short.
Eyes-Silvery gray.
Clothing-Normal school uniform
Extra Accessories-None
Worn outside of school- Blue jeans, black tennis shoes, and usually some type of red shirt.
School Background- Quiet, he will only talk to those he considers his friends. Is always reading during class, but he still manages to get A's and B's.
History- An orhpan,he was adopted at age 11. He has a vivid interest with fire, and always carries around the zippo that his adopted mother gave him. He belives fire actually has a living source, and will randomlly disappear for days or weeks to find it.






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"Never Explain--your Friends do not need it and your Enemies will not believe you anyway."
Some day my ship will come in, but with my luck, I'll be at the airport."
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And shepherds we will be for Thee,my lord,for Thee. Power hath descended from Thy hand,that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.So we shall flow a river forth to Thee,and teeming with souls may it ever be.In nomine Patri,et Filii,et Spiritus Sancti
--
"Never Explain--your Friends do not need it and your Enemies will not believe you anyway."
Some day my ship will come in, but with my luck, I'll be at the airport."
--
And shepherds we will be for Thee,my lord,for Thee. Power hath descended from Thy hand,that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.So we shall flow a river forth to Thee,and teeming with souls may it ever be.In nomine Patri,et Filii,et Spiritus Sancti
--
"Never Explain--your Friends do not need it and your Enemies will not believe you anyway."
Some day my ship will come in, but with my luck, I'll be at the airport."
--
And shepherds we will be for Thee,my lord,for Thee. Power hath descended from Thy hand,that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.So we shall flow a river forth to Thee,and teeming with souls may it ever be.In nomine Patri,et Filii,et Spiritus Sancti
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My art resides here - please feel free to visit and take a tour into a world of mind-catching abstracts!
And never forget: The
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Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard. Which is weird, because usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?
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