Your Name: Austin West

Nickname?: Tin-tin is what My sister has dubbed me. Don’t really care for nicknames, but if you insist on giving me one you’ll have to use the creativity to craft it yourself.

Years of Age: Fifteen of last spring. That means that I am technically a sophomore in high school.

How Tall you stand: I am 5’6

How much you Weigh: I weigh about 145 or so.

You Hail From..?: Arizona. Just the state in general.

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Well, the honest truth is that I am a Homosexual. I am gay and I know it. Boys are just more interesting (And most of them are less squishy and annoying) Than girls are.

'Special' Genetics (Any oddities, powers, etc.): Nothing that I know of. Missed out on that bit of genetics.

Skills: I am a word crafter extraordinaire. I like to create stories and poems and songs. I’m also a bit of a looker if I do say so myself, and do enjoy a good flirt from time to time. I’d like to say that one of my talents is to incite the rebel inside someone. Kindle the flame of passionate emotion. And also I am a quite skilled complainer. I am of average strength, but I can run and climb and throw pretty well. Not as well as some though.

Academic Record: Bs and As for the most part. Although in maths I range lower into the Cs and Ds bit. But maths aren’t for me anyway. Don’t care for them much at all.

Describe Yourself in this Portion:
I am a guy. So I have the usual guy features. I would say that I’m relatively muscular. Not like, wrestler muscular, or football player, but sports playing guy muscular. Not steroid muscles either. But I have been described as lean before. I’d say that is rather fitting. I have green eyes, but neither of them bleed, to my half disappointment. My sandy brown-blonde hair sweeps partly into my eyes, a bit curly, but more straight than anything. I am rather tanned, and my hands are a bit calloused. I have long dexterous fingers and slender hands. Perfect for doing things. Many things. But my hands aren’t nearly large enough to palm a basketball. In my dreams perhaps. I have a splash of freckles, and the ones my sister didn’t get as well. All over my face and my arms and my neck and my chest. I have a scar on the bottom of my foot and one on my collar bone from certain activities. One stepping on glass and the other taking a tumble from a tree.

Temperament wise I am a pretty open, bouncy guy. Yes I do get annoyed and angry easily, and that usually results in fuming and all that lot, but for the most part I’m a fun person. I love to play around and flirt and all that stuff. Mostly I end up going for girls, because of certain freedom restricting rules, but occasionally I’ll meet someone much more appealing than a female who seems open to me. And there is another thing. I can’t say no very well. And I am not good at knowing where to stop, or when enough is enough. I’ll admit that.

I love to collect friends like baseball cards, but I don’t seem to find many loyal ones. I don’t really care for what they think, I just try to keep them interested enough to hang around with me. Of course, that kind of thing is very difficult when you have to move around as often as I do. Which means that I’ve learned to make friends fast. Unlike my sister.

I like to make big bold actions. I always like a thrill or an adventure. Something different and interesting. When I make a statement everyone hears it. Of course, sometimes I admit that I can realize that I’ve said too much and landed myself in trouble before I really realized what had happened. Rules are there, and some of them are logical,. But the ones that aren’t are meant to be broken. Always.

Family Life: Moved around quite a bit as a kid. Up until I was apprehended. Mum seemed to be alright with my life choice, but she did keep us moving all the time. My sis, who is twenty two seconds younger than me, is a steadfast rock. I use her to check myself when I need to reorient, but we don’t seem to be that close. I can’t decide if I want to or not. Usually I can’t tell what exactly the girl is feeling. Mum was always paranoid that I’d get caught or my sister would get kidnapped. Raped or something. So she sent me along with her everywhere. I still wonder what that woman though I’d do to save my sister. To quote my sisters words; “Flirt him to death?”

Normal Attire: anything. My clothes don’t really matter to me. What I pick out always seems to work alright. I have a varied array of clothing, anything and everything. If it catches my eye I’ll usually buy it, if I’ve got the money. Which half the time I don’t have.

School Attire: Same thing. Don’t really care. Whatever. So long as if it isn’t the outfit I joined the world in. Because that would probably not work out to well.

Any Other Information? Please fill out On the Lines Below: Nope. Other than usually to sate my needs I have a tendency to write. Things. Things I’m much to decent to describe at the moment. You are welcome.

Prison Number: 224-0196

Prison You were Held In: Arizona State Prison and Reformatory

When you Went to Prison: A little under a year ago

Your Crime(s): Huh, well, mostly for being a homosexual. And for getting caught in the act. The act that I got caught in included a clothing changing station and a rather handsome young man who turned out not to be as good I first thought him to be. Although for a cop he sure was… never mind. I won’t say that.

Stay in Jail and How You were Enrolled in this Academy: Prison was not nice to Tin-tin. It didn’t much like me at all. Let’s just say that my ranking was the bottom. Lower than the floor. And of course, I did have my good share of fights. So at the beginning of the school year I got chucked into this school. Along with my sister. For once She was getting sent to look after me and not the other way around.


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