Archer ||D4 ||FIN
Dec 1, 2016 21:31:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 21:31:42 GMT -5
Name: Archer Morgan
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:
*Smiles and laughs while talking* I have this scar on my lip that I got when I cut it on a razor while I fell... it hurt... But I also have this one on my bicep, I got pushed down in school and it got cut on a stray piece of glass that was on the sidewalk. I may not look the best but I have a few other tricks...
Personality:
I am a really good problem solving person but I am nice enough, and I have a sharp tongue and enough whit to make it hurt when I talk to you. With my few friends (As I am an outcast) I am quite but when I talk it is normally to make sense of an argument. I normally stray away from the girls as I have a feeling they would hate me...
My small circle of friends are quite loyal to each other and distrusting to new comers, I am normally the tip of the spear when it comes to singling out people we do or do not want to join our group, weather I use welcoming warm words or harsh, cold comebacks. When I see somebody getting bullied I do try to help though... but I normally receive a few bruises for it.
I know I could take some of the others in a fight, but I don't want to, mostly because my friends would start to distrust me and frankly I don't think I could handle any spotlight if I did knock someone out. *Sighs* I do enjoy fighting though, I have won all the scraps I have gotten into but most of the time the teachers get mad at us. I don't enjoy fighting cuz I am crazy I just love the feeling of adrenal and feeling invincible.
History: I am an only child but my parents don't care for me much, they just sit around the house and let me do what ever. They cook me the rare meal but mostly I live on my own... Some people think being an only child is great but it is not the best when your parents stink...
When I was little they were cool but them my grandparents died and they both tried morphling once... they are not addicts but they are constantly in a daze. It's almost like they forgot I existed. When I got the aforementioned cut on my lip I was taken in by a random stranger because my parents said "Put a cloth on it" I had to get stitches...
Other than the occasional scuffle and injury nothing interesting has happened much my whole life, though when I was younger I had this crush on this girl, and I ended up kissing her. But then she fell 'in love' with this other guy and since she has 'fallen in love' with like 20 other people... My life is surprisingly meaningless.
Other: N/A
Age: 15
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:
I have got dark brown hair and sea-bluish/green eyes, they are often the subject of people wrinkling their noses to squint at them trying to figure out the color. It's really weird... If I could change one thing about myself it would have to be my ears I get teased about them and I suppose that I do look stupid. I am not that tall and not very big physically.
*Smiles and laughs while talking* I have this scar on my lip that I got when I cut it on a razor while I fell... it hurt... But I also have this one on my bicep, I got pushed down in school and it got cut on a stray piece of glass that was on the sidewalk. I may not look the best but I have a few other tricks...
Personality:
I am a really good problem solving person but I am nice enough, and I have a sharp tongue and enough whit to make it hurt when I talk to you. With my few friends (As I am an outcast) I am quite but when I talk it is normally to make sense of an argument. I normally stray away from the girls as I have a feeling they would hate me...
My small circle of friends are quite loyal to each other and distrusting to new comers, I am normally the tip of the spear when it comes to singling out people we do or do not want to join our group, weather I use welcoming warm words or harsh, cold comebacks. When I see somebody getting bullied I do try to help though... but I normally receive a few bruises for it.
I know I could take some of the others in a fight, but I don't want to, mostly because my friends would start to distrust me and frankly I don't think I could handle any spotlight if I did knock someone out. *Sighs* I do enjoy fighting though, I have won all the scraps I have gotten into but most of the time the teachers get mad at us. I don't enjoy fighting cuz I am crazy I just love the feeling of adrenal and feeling invincible.
History: I am an only child but my parents don't care for me much, they just sit around the house and let me do what ever. They cook me the rare meal but mostly I live on my own... Some people think being an only child is great but it is not the best when your parents stink...
When I was little they were cool but them my grandparents died and they both tried morphling once... they are not addicts but they are constantly in a daze. It's almost like they forgot I existed. When I got the aforementioned cut on my lip I was taken in by a random stranger because my parents said "Put a cloth on it" I had to get stitches...
Other than the occasional scuffle and injury nothing interesting has happened much my whole life, though when I was younger I had this crush on this girl, and I ended up kissing her. But then she fell 'in love' with this other guy and since she has 'fallen in love' with like 20 other people... My life is surprisingly meaningless.
Other: N/A
