Name: Peter Lee
Yea... it’s really boring

Role: Chef
One day, I’ll be the best out there


Age: 19
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Gender: Male
No, duh


Likes: Music, cooking, reading, flowers, art, animals, work
I like pretty things. Doesn’t everyone?


Dislikes: Night, the dark, winter, sleep, over-eating, pain
I don’t need sleep


Personality: Peter is quite the troubled young man. He has multiple fears (Most of them involving the night time) and doesn’t handle any of them well. Despite this though, Peter is a very kind, sweet guy. He doesn’t stand for the mistreatment of women or children. Anyone who hurts them will feel his wrath (But they are the only ones. He is a pacifist) He generally have a light, airy quality about him at times which leads people to think that he is gay... but he is very defensive of his preferences. He is really shy and easily intimidated. He also doesn’t think every highly of himself at all.
Yea, I’m a wimp


Appearance: Peter stands at 5’8 and is very thin. He is very pale with light hair and blue eyes that always have dark circles under them.
I look like a frigging girl



Strengths: He is kind, protective, organized, non-violent, and is very accepting of differences.
Whatever



Weaknesses: His is shy and weak. He has insomnia and he exercises compulsively
I have more than that...


Hobbies: Cooking, reading, writing, swimming, running, gardening
...Would you mind keeping quiet about the flowers?


Fears: The dark, small enclosed areas, death
I don’t think you like the thought or dying either


Crush: Waitress 1
I don’t think you like the thought or dying either

Dream: To one day be as good as his mother was a cooking. And to raise enough money to go to a top of the line culinary school. And maybe... just maybe, he could be the head chef at a prestigious restaurant.
I’ll make my mom proud

History: When Peter was born, his father was absent and his mom was sick. She had been diagnosed with AIDS a few months before he was born. Luckily, he was born very healthy, but it was hard on a little boy to watch his mommy go through something so painful. She was a wonderful mom though. One of his favourite things to do with her was cook. By the time Peter was seven, he knew how to cook most things that didn’t require sharp knives or hot surfaces. And for a seven year old, that’s a lot. When peter was 13 years old, his mom died. He has been upstairs in his room, sleeping when it happened. And then when he woke up, his mom wouldn’t stop sleeping. Ever since that day, Peter hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. He has horrible nightmares and a terrible fear of dying in his sleep.

When his mom died, Pete went to go live with his aunt and aunt. Yes, Aunt and Aunt. They were very sweet to him and never mistreated him a day in his life, but he couldn’t stop having horrible thoughts about himself. He couldn’t help but think that somehow, he could have prevented his mom’s death. These thoughts haunted him for some time and sent his into a deep depression. His aunts tried to get him help, but he just got worse. For three years, Peter stopped cooking and tried to find solace in stuffing his face with junk. And it worked. He always felt better after one of his binges. But he also began getting rid of the food that he ate in very unhealthy ways. He would binge, and then he would exercise until he passed out. Of course, this led to severe weight loss and almost no energy. Peter began to look like a ghost. He was pale, listless, and skinny. He had dark circles under his eyes and was very shaky and unsteady. So his aunts forced him to get help. By the time he was 16; Peter was considerably healthier and started to cook again. He got a job at a local cafe (Even if it was falling apart a bit) and began to but almost all of his energy into cooking. Sure, he still goes to therapy 5 days a week. He still can’t sleep right. He still runs and swims more than any sane person should, but he is getting better and that’s all that matters.
Mind your own business