|Name|
Steve Davis
|Nickname|
Stevie
|Age|
23
|Birthday|
March 10th
|Sexual Orientation|
Straight
|Hometown|
Detroit
|Year|
Three Junior
|A Capella Team|
Cleftomanics
|Personality|
Courteous: Typically
Risk-Taking: Never
Ambitious: Sometimes
Curious: Never
Self-Controlled: Never
Nurturing: Occasionally
Trusting: Sometimes
Honest: Usually
Loyal: Usually
Affectionate: Rarely
Romantic: Often
Flirty: Generally
Sympathetic: Occasionally
Altruistic: Sometimes
Optimistic: Rarely
Observant: Sometimes
Logical: Often
Social: Fairly outgoing
Emotions: Somewhat controlled
|Likes//Dislikes|
+Rapping
+Music
+Dancing
+His background
-Truth or Dare
-Religion, race, species, sex
-Long Lines
-
|Hobbies//Fears|
+Dancing
+Cooking
+Singing
+Watching TV
-Snakes
-Aliens
-Supernatural stuff
-Horror Movies/right]
[right]
|History|
Poor little Stevie. He had a rough childhood. Stevie was born to his parents in a small country in Ohio. He grew up there in a happy home. His father was a business man around town And his mother a stay-at-home mother. He thought it was amazing. His mother was always happy singing and dancing
But unfortunately the happiness did not last for Stevie. One day he was out with some friends at the park and his mother and father were in the house. Apparently the kitchen stove was left on and had burnt the house down with them inside. They only knew because they found a few bones here in the fire. His grandparents lived a few blocks over and he moved in with them and under their care. It wasnāt the same but it was good enough.
But all things arenāt meant to last forever and that was true for him. He lived with her grandmother and grandfather for only about a year before problems. Grandpa had health problems and her grandmother had cancer. He didnāt know how long either was going to be alive to take care of him. He lived with them and helped only being about eleven or twelve at the time. His grandfather and grandmother went to bed like a regular night and then in their sleep they had both passed.
The grandmother the doctors said passed away because the cancer was doing too much damage and it just ended and then the grandfather had heart problems and it gave way through the night and killed him. He wondered why her heart was meant to be damaged so much during that time of her life.
He hoped to have put it past him when he moved to his new residence living with his aunt. This wasnāt as good as living with her grandparents. They were a bit too old to do anything like drink or do drugs. His aunt apparently got him because it was very secret and hard to spot. He had learnt in her time there that she was growing drugs in the basement. And no one had known that yet. He kept it secret and went to school to learn and leave his aunt. But like all things it ends.
His aunt was out walking one night from a friendās house and she apparently was kidnapped. From what she knows of the story. She was kidnapped and raped and then because she was struggling so much the person who did it all killed her. The cops found her body in the trash a block away from the friendās house. In an alley. Just like all the other deaths that followed him now only being fifteen he was saddened by all the deaths of his family and he wondered if it was his well doing or just bad luck.
He wondered also if she had any family left. But he did one uncle left her fatherās brother. He moved to Alaska where he was living at the time and moved in with him. There was a small school there and it was nice but she realized a terrible secret of her uncle. He was a very bad man. He only being sixteen recently he began to abuse him. He was very abusive. He would hit him for everything and anything. He was not a clumsy person but well he was.
So everything and anything he did he got abused for. He was getting so fed up with it all. But lucky for him but not for him. Someone was his enemy. He wasnāt the guy who had a lot of friends but way more enemies. So he ended up getting murdered and he was very, very happy about this all.
He was then brought into foster care and he was quite happy it was better than the past two homes he had been living in. He got adopted by a phychrist in a mental home. He was quite happy and the lady was very nice. Not knowing what he wanted to do. He was trying to think of something she really wanted to do. He liked singing and dancing with her mother. But that was something she didnāt know if he wanted to get into.
He then decided to go and become a person in music a DJ and so with that being exactly what he is leading towards.
|Face Claim|
Charles Michael Davis
|Dialogue Color Code|
#330033
|Writer|
Lvdwilt2000
