Thaddeus Lance De Luca || D5

I have those big blue eyes you see on baby dolls. They are round and deep. If you look into them, you just want to swim deeper and deeper until you drown. It's my est feature no doubt, everything else isn't as captivating as my eyes.

My hair, isn't curly it red or anything extraordinary. It's dark brown and cut in layers. Whips of my dark brown locks are gelled up in sort of a wave so to say. I am not as tan as some people, just enough. Sometimes people tell me I need more sun because they tan more then I do. I don't really find any shade if skin an issue. Who even really cares.

I am 6'3, and pretty skinny. Not much fat touches my body. I know some guys are big and ripped, but I am not. Just some definition but not enough for all the girls to swoon over. I am 160 pounds, and I know for a fact muscle weighs more then fast. Or that's what I tell myself.

Scars are scattered around my body. I hate them and do my best to cover them up. Rarely do you see me without a shirt. It's because I want to hide my imperfections. Some are from accidents, others from my father. Some are big and others are little but they are noticeable pale lines on my slightly sun kissed back.

My primary mode of living is focused externally, where I deal with things rationally and logically. Mu secondary mode is internal, where I take things in my five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Logic is my strong point. I use it to make my desist ions. Because of this I usually make practical descisions. But it makes me look over one important thing, imagination.

I live in a world of facts and concrete needs. I live in the present, with my eye constantly scanning my personal environment to make sure that everything is running smoothly and systematically. I think outside the box and always rely on my creative thinking for help. I value competence and efficiency, and like to see quick results for my efforts.

I am take-charge perso . I have such a clear vision of the way that things should be, that I naturally step into leadership roles. I am self-confident and aggressive. I am extremely talented at devising systems and plans for action, and at being able to see what steps need to be taken to complete a specific task. I can sometimes be very demanding and critical, because I have such strongly held beliefs, and am likely to express myself without reserve if I feel someone isn't meeting their standards. But at least their expressions can be taken at face-value, because I am extremely straight-forward and honest.

I first should start you off with telling you about my family. I am the only child. My mother's name is Matilda. It's an old name but I like it. She is in her late 40's. She doesn't look anything like me, except I got her nose. Mother works at little things while being a homemaker. She sometimes does laundry for people are other little things like that.

Now my father, he's interesting. His name is Paul and he's the same age as Mother. I look exactly like him, and I hate it. I would rather look my Mother. He's nice to me when Mothers around but once she leaves, he always has something to complain about with me. He works for the oil company.

Now ever since I was a little boy, Papa's shadow towering over me always sent me running to hind in the corner. I knew I could never please him. Whatever I did, he wanted me to do the opposite. When he yelled at me and hit me he told me that he saw potential in me. That he wanted me to succed and to succed I could t hide in the corner when any man bigger then me tried to mad me ANGERY.

It took me many year but I finally figured it out. I never coward to anyone except my father. I just couldn't help it. If he came close to me I would back up. If he would touch me I would shiver. He hurt me. Mother didn't know. At least I don't think she knew. She never was around when I was gettig hurt. All I have ever done was try to make Papa proud. I am still waiting for the day when he pats me on the back instead of hits me.

Wow this is crap! Haha ah well