Nickname: Arch, but not Archie. But really, he likes being called by his real name the most. "Don't call me Archie. Archie is what you call a fat old guy with a cigar in his mouth sitting in a reclining chair watching the news all day. That is an Archie."

Age: 16 (and a half) "Six months. Six months..."

Gender: Male "NAW I'M A FREAKING CHICK, OBVIOUSLY!"

Sexuality: Bisexual "Laugh it up, douchebags."

Parent: Zeus "God of the fucking gods."

Appearance:

Hair color: Blue-black "A little bit of this, a little bit of that."

Eye color: Brown "At least my eyes are normal."

Personality: Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, Archer always had a closed-minded outlook on the world. He sees people as one way or the other. Good guys or bad guys. Except for himself. But that's because he knows who he is, or rather, he doesn't. He often has an intimidating effect on many people, even through really he's a fun guy to be around. He's got a great sense of humor and can make anyone laugh. Problem is, he has a temper like hellfire. He's very, very hot-headed, and can blow up at any time. Archer hates being bound by rules, preferring to keep to his own style of operation. He often does things without thinking about the consequences his actions could bring, and it more often than not ends him up in trouble of some sort. "Yep. That's me alright."

Likes: Fighting, boxing, roller-blading, running, arm-wrestling, cracking jokes, his two half-siblings, his mom "Awesome stuff."

Dislikes: Being told what to do, old people, "bitches", losing, people who get in his way "Douchebags take note."

Greatest Flaws: His hot temper and his impulsivity "HEY! That is a LIE!"

Element: Air "Meh. I guess it's okay."

Crush: TBA

Roommate: Roy Notus, Cali Rivers

Weapon: Electrified brass knuckles "All the better to beat your ass with."

History: Archer grew up in the slums of a city, in an old dilapidated house that barely had enough room for the family. His mother always encouraged him to be strong and not take any shit from anyone. Thus, he grew up full of fighting spirit. Of course, this wasn't always a good thing. He got into fights almost daily and came home with fresh cuts and bruises way too often. His younger half-siblings, two twin boys named Austin and Dustin, as well as his mother, were constantly worried about him not coming home at all someday. Although he tried his best to assure them that he'll be fine, they can't help but feel a little afraid for him. After all, when your brother/son is one of the most hot-tempered kids in the neighborhood, you've got a right to be worried. 

Another thing that worries his family to death: his influences. Archer's friends are constantly getting into trouble with the law and Archer is getting gradually sucked into it as well. One night he came home smelling like marijuana, and his mother almost had a heart attack right then and there. It was then that Archer realized how worried his family is about his well being, and from that point forward, he's been doing all he can to avoid getting into too much trouble. Unfortunately, it doesn't always work out. Once you dig a hole deep enough for yourself, you find it very difficult to climb back out again. But he's trying. Better late than never, is what he tells himself. The road to recovery may be bumpy, but Archer is as sure as hell on his way, even though he's got a hell of a ways to go. "Road to recovery my ass! Eh. Sorry."

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c: <--- my smiley face