

Name:
Dorian Roberts
Age:
Eighteen-years-old
Month:
March; he has the power of wind
Home:
New York City, New York, United States of America
Height:
6'2
Weight:
165 pounds
Eyes:
Gray, sharp, and admittedly slightly intimidating, almost as if he has a perpetual glare on his face.
Hair:
Black and cut short to avoid the messy curls that tend to take over when his hair grows out
General Appearance:
At first glance, Dorian cuts a rather intimidating figure with sharp features and a perpetually serious expression that leads one to believe that he either expects that you're an idiot or is quite convinced that you are. It's not an active act of intimidation on his part, but rather a rather unfortunate "resting face". That being said, when a smile does break free or his emotions get the better of him, transforming him into more than a cold expression, it's quite the sight to behold for those who haven't really interacted with him. His clothing leans towards the simple but most likely expensive, dark colored sweaters, button-up shirts, coats, usually a pair of slacks. Not only that, but he, quite unlike most boys his age, actually likes suits which make him look more like a young businessman than a teenager in his last year of high school. Due to years of Tae-Kwon-Doh practice(his single father's attempt to protect his only child when he can't be around), his body is lithe and covered with wiry muscles which would give any pick pocket looking for an easy score a rather nasty surprise.

Personality:
Contrary to popular belief, Dorian is not a terrible person. Yes, he's blunt to a fault and skeptical by nature, not one for mincing words or playing around with false flattery to get on anyone's good side. And, of course, he's quite the introvert, not one to willingly do anything that involves the word "team" and much preferring the company of close friends and family to, Heaven forbid, strangers who he'd actually have to make dreaded small talk with. He's also not good with his own feelings, often keeping them to himself until they're ready to burst and his stress levels have hit meteoric heights. It's all a part of a facade of control and perfection that he tirelessly keeps up, remaining the good boy, the perfect student, anything to not be a burden to his single father and those around him. He is held and holds himself to high standards, and with that comes a relentless attempt at self control to the extent where he doesn't really allow a lot of time for fun, and even then that "fun" doesn't involve a lot of typical teenage activities. However, he is a hard worker, seeing things through to the end and not one to shy away from a task just because it's difficult, and he's painfully practical in that he's willing to go with the flow instead of argue a moot point. That's not to say that he's passive by any means, but he knows when to stop pushing his own point. He's also rather sharp and intelligent, something that his more taciturn expressions do a good deal to hide. Dorian has an appreciation for the finer things in life, but an intense respect for those who work hard, something that comes from his own childhood.
Quirks:
Dorian is enamored with most forms of music and talented in playing the cello
He can't hold his alcohol. At all. Don't let him drink any. We mean it.
He's easily embarrassed when flirted with.
Dorian has a bit of an addiction to pastries, especially of the chocolate variety.
Equipment:
Dorian is never without a simple silver bracelet with a single aquamarine attached. Otherwise, he carries a pocket knife, his beloved cellphone, and his wallet.
Song Reference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyHfUkaNWOc
