Age: 15 and forteen months. Aha! Did I get ya?
Sex: Male, straight up.
Ethnic: Welsh (as in from Wales...that little wart on England's right ear...you gotta check out the accent though...)
Text description: When people ask me if I could look any rougher, I take that as a challenge. I'm pretty skinny and lean..fast too which is handy when the fuzz cottons on to what I'm smoking in the bus shelter. Why Spencer, what long legs you have! All the better for getting the hell away from you police constable Grandma. Dark clothes, chunky earpiece, baggy jeans and MASS-EVE trainers. There's a chance I even paid for some of it. With money I nicked.
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Why are you an Orphan: Dad was killed in Afganistan (friendly fire incident...naturally), mum got killed in a drunk driving collision. Ironically, both her and the other driver were drunk. Funny how it happens like that.
What do you think of being an Orphan: Well the main different from not being an orphan, is that now I gotta buy my own gear. Seriously? It's not that my mam didn't love me. It's just that whereas other say it with flowers and hugs, she said it with Becks beer and hash. I think it's quite cool meself...but the vicar didn't find it so funny when I said so at her funeral.
Personality: Let me get a calculator so that I can work out exactly how much s%1# I couldn't give. Trying to describe my personality is like trying to connect the dots with the warts on a rhino's backside. Coz they're always changing right? I don't know, I never saw a rhino in me life. Maybe one day, if I wake up one morning anywhere near Africa.
The only thing that winds me up proper, is when people try to tell me what to do without offering something intoxicating in return. Other than that people are just like movies, except there's more boring bits, and you gotta do a little bit of running if you want to see the end.
Ever done a hard days work in your life?: Jerome K. Jerome was famous for saying "I love work, it fascinates me, I could sit and look at it for hours." The hardest days work I ever did was trying to figure out what the bloody hell that meant.
History: I've always been comfortable around the unusual, in fact it's what I live for. In the last couple of years before mam died, I started seeing dead people. Now it didn't happen often, on the record, because on the record I can only count the times it happened when I hadn't been smoking grass. But off the record...yeah it happened quite a lot. It was always trippy going along to Church. I'd see at least one spirit wandering around, then I could spend forty minutes watching that tasty altar girl who's parents said was out of my league. You've got to appreciate the honesty of Christian folk.
How will your character feel about being owned by Brittle: Fine I suppose...do I have to do anything?