❧ Nickname
West
☞ Gender
Male
❧ [Age
Seventeen
☞ Sexuality
Straight
❧ [Love Interest
"I currently fancy no one."
☞Spot/ Role
The Cool Beauty
❀ Appearance Details ❀
West gives the appearance of a groggy puppy who lumbers through the day. His milk chocolate hair feels as soft as a babies, and is cut in layers that frame his face. The one thing that stands out the most about him is his cold, flashing silver eyes that seem to draw you in when you stare into them. They are more narrow than most people, and he has short but dark eyelashes. Weston's complexion is more tan than the average person, but not enough to be to noticeable. Although West is lean, and skinny he still is corded with strong muscles. This also makes him into quite the runner, but he is not the type who is good at sports like football. He is double jointed in his hands, meaning he can almost bend his fingers all the way back. Although he is double jointed he has long elegant hands. Weston usually wears earthy clothing colors, which is matched with more of a formal style of clothing. For example, shirts with collars ect... West has a small scar on his right eyelid from a childhood injury. He also wears a thin silver chained bracelet that has a small metal feather attached to it. The bracelet was a gift from his mother. West's height is five feet and ten inches, and weighs 150 pounds.
✧Personality
☑ Poetry
☑ Sleeping/ Having Dreams
☑ Going on long runs.
☑ Drawing
☑ Irish Breakfast Tea
☒ Hot and humid weather.
☒ The color purple
☒ Rich food
☒ Cats
☒ Women/Ladies/Girls
Weston is very calm, and collected, but can get amused by the smallest things. For example, if someone he knew tripped a sly grin would flicker into his expression. On rare occasions does Weston ever laugh, usually people think it's because he doesn't have a sense of humor, but that is not true. West does indeed have a humor, he finds the most random things to be funny. Because of this he hadn't made much friends in his childhood.
As you probably know by now Weston despises females of any kind. Most of the time he just tries to avoid them, but that's a little hard considering the number of them that have a crush on him. Weekly, West has to reject a poor unfortunate girl, but that does not bother him for he feels he is teaching them lesson for stepping to close in his general proximity of space. The most common thoughts that race though his brain when he sees a female is... "DON'T TALK TO ME! DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T LOOK AT ME! JUST BE GONE CREATURE OF THE DARKNESS!!!" When a girl touches him, the feeling to him is like accidentally touching a spider web, or stepping in dog poop with bare feet. Yes, he thinks girls are that repulsive.
Sadly for Weston he is a natural at charming people. Mostly because of his looks, but also because of his unwitting way with words. After all he is quite a gentleman with handling things (not counting girls.) He has never, and would never pick a fight in his life. One reason is because he doesn't see the point in them, and another reason is he just doesn't like hurting others, and he can be a coward at times. Whenever another guy tries to fight him he says, "No." In a cool indifferent voice, and turns around and walks away.
❧Family
- Father - Alive - Probably drunk and homeless somewhere.
- Mother - Alive - Location: Unknown
❧Brief History
Weston was always labeled as a nerd in his childhood social status. He had one and only one close friend at that time, who was a girl. They were inseparable. (Note: This was before West's girl phobia formed.) Always playing together, these two were content with their kid lives. This girls name was Febri. Growing up together through the years, these two had been through thick and thin. Like, when Febri's brother died from a disease, and when Weston's hit him in the head with an empty beer bottle.
When middle school rolled around Weston and Febri had been getting into more fights, and having more conflicts. One day when Weston was walking to lunch he looked over to he and Febri's normal table expecting to see her bright smile, but all he saw was an empty table. Looking around he sat down thinking Febri must have been let out a little late by her teacher. That's when he her golden laugh in the distance, it was Febri's. His eyes gazed swept over the cafateria searching for his friend. When his silver eyes settled on her companions a hallow feeling had crept through his empty stomach. All the popular girls were suddenly talking, and laughing with Febri as if they had known her all their lives. These were the same girls that had picked on them throughout times of their childhood. 'What is she doing?' He thought while a confused anger burned throughout him. Without thinking Weston stood up, and marched up to the enemy table.
"Febri? What are you doing over here?" West gestured to the table she was sitting at.
"Don't listen to this freak Febri. It amazes me you could stand him for this long." A blonde girl hissed looking at Weston with a glare.
"Ugh, I know right. It's surpising what the power of pity can do to you." Febri matched the other girls stuck up voices.
Tears threatened to roll down Weston's red face.
"What happened to you!" West yelled while running, but he still couldn't get the sound of Febri's and the other girls laughter as he was being torn apart.
One mounth later Febri was no longer in school. Confused of her absence Weston evesdropped on the popular girls.
"Ya I heard both of her parents died of an airplane crash, and she's in a foster family now." One of the girls stated, but had no sarrow in her voice.
From then on Weston pushed all thoughts of Febri out. Then his mom had abandoned him, and left him with his drunk beat dad. From then on Weston hated all females.
When high school had came around the corner West's looks matured until he became attractive enough to have had mutiple people having a crush on him.
That's when he was forced to join the Theater Club.
"Well I must bid you goodnight, for I'm feeling a little sleepy." ღ
