- Who Am I...
- Romantic Interests
- Relationship Status
- My Story Is...
“I’m just a dude. Nothing important. Is this the part where you try to kill me?”
- My Appearance
“I am African-American, 18, stand at 5’10, weigh 360 pounds. Short, sweet, to the point.” The man asked with a blank expression. He eyed you up and down, his eyes widening with sudden realization.
“Ohhh, you wanna know what clothes I wear!” He asked the figure before him. “Are you blind or something?” He paused for a moment before finally answering with a defeated sigh.
“Ehh, you’ll most likely see me in a black tee and sweatpants. I’m not trying to impress anyone.” He replied simply, sitting down in the rickety oak chair behind him. “Surprised this didn’t break…” He muttered under his breath.
“Uhh, lemme see.” He took off his backpack and opened the Velcro pouch. He rummaged through an assortment of objects, taking them out one by one. “I have a hoodie in case I get cold, a blanket, a water bottle, my laptop, a handgun, some bullets, a laser pointer, and an assortment of cables.” He put everything back in his bag neatly before standing. “Anything else you’d like to know?”
- My Secrets Are...
“Why would I tell you my secrets? It wouldn’t be a secret anymore!” He shifted about, shaking his head with finality.
- I Believe...
"I believe that life is… life." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say.