Nickname: Willow
Age: 21
Description: Wallace stands at six feet even with a very slender frame for a twenty-one year old man that lives the lifestyle that he does. His hair has always been the short or shaggy dark blonde, and only tends to comb it back to look proper as he had always been taught. His face always has made him look a few years younger, and though that may be nice in the future, as a 21 year old guy that makes you look like you're a high school student still. His eyes tend to vary, or so based on what he is told. Sometimes it is green, others it is blue. Mostly that ranged based upon what he wears. His posture is a bit bad though, he tends to hunch his shoulder a bit.
There isn't all that much variation as to what he wears; his preferred colors of choice are black & white. On those rare outings with formal wear it changes a tad bit with the colors from all over the spectrum; a blue blazer and tie with some tan formal pants, a dark red shirt with the black and red tie, or a mostly white full suit. The last one being his favorite.
Personality & Quirks: Let's start off with saying he is artsy fartsy. Though not exactly an artist himself he much appreciates the art around him such as the music, portraits, plays, musicals, and more. He likes to write his own things, scribble down some doodles and comics, and whenever the opportunity is before him painting is fun as well. He enjoys taking the chances he can make the best as well as experiencing the new things that he can. Though he doesn't have many friends - or at least any people that he considers to be a "friend" - he is quite contempt with his social standing. Being in solitary are good times to improve oneself and to delve into the mind for all the creative manners and thinking that you have to do. In an everyday manner, he appeals to being a gentleman and courteous to those around him. He also like to learn just for the fact that it's learning, though of course this varies from each subject.
Due to his bad posture he tends to straighten his stance while sitting in public as to hopefully improve his problem with that. Some part of him usually tend to be moving, whether that's his finger tapping against something or a foot moving. Being quiet is just his nature though Wallace's ability of speech ranges from those he talks with, more of on the relation between himself and them. Though being sarcastic is a thing of importance in most of his social outings, you can tell when he is serious and when he is not. Well, unless he wants you think he is serious. Maybe he wants you to think he is bluffing? He is a devious one, and loves to play with the mind of those around him. Seeing how far he can go is always a pleasure. Of course being caught is a downer, so he tend to play it safe when he has to. As a final note, when alone he tends to talk to himself, this helps him think clearer and soothes him a bit.
A Brief Background: Wallace's background really isn't too complicated or odd as you may expect it to be. He was born and raised in a big city but within a not-so-well-off family. His father worked hard in his job and his mother had to work on and off within his life as well to make end's meet. Soon enough they moved from the big city to a small one near it, father commuting to the same job he's had and Wallace losing whatever friends he had in his previous school. He grew up learning how to treat people right and how to take care of himself. While young he was placed i Boy Scouts and learned the basics of camping and the like; though there he learned something he much enjoyed, Archery. In most scouting events he would go along with the leader who had all the equipment and learned what he could. He knows his basic cooking skills, a few kitchen herbs and what's good to mix with what. Currently in college due to the help of some scholarships and a grant he is making his family proud, and also raising his own pride to be on his own now. With his own life came new opportunities, though a small few of those chances led him to a jail cell. The burning of one's home tended to be a frowned upon thing in society, who knew? His parents were displeased with the finding of this, though he had convinced them that is was all blamed on him and it had really been his roommate's fault.
Abduction Scene: There were an abnormal amount of cars in the apartment complex's parking lot this evening, Willow noted as he walked past a few to climb the steps to the door marked "95". He thought not much of it and retrieved the key from his pocket as his legs went up the stairs two steps at a time. As he entered his room and threw his messenger bag on the couch in the middle room he went over his evening again, out loud since he was alone. "Into the restaurant, ask for the table, waited not too long;" he extended his white gloved hand to an imaginary place in his memory as he went to his room. "Shook her hand... that's normal for a blind date. Yeah. Got her chair, sat down, small talk, orders." he let out a sigh as he removed the gloves and tossed them on his own bed. His room was as plain as could be; white walls, old carpet, single bed, nightstand with a lamp on it, dresser, and a closet with a mirror. It always looked quite bare but he wasn't planning on staying here forever so what was the point in making it his own? As he removed his tie he went on, "Erika, Erika something. Into music. plays the... the piano. Undeclared major. Seemed nice." He let out a sigh as he placed the tie on the bed beside him when he sat down. The mirror across from him shown his slicked back blonde hair and a the thin figure of a man in a pure white suit.
Getting up and going to the kitchen he muttered to himself, "Maybe I was overdressed." Grabbing the jug of water from the fridge as well as a glass from the high cabinet next to it he poured himself a small refresher. Wallace swigged it down in a few gulps and took another look at the room. His roommate must have came in and cleaned cause this place was spotless compared to yesterday. His head began to tingle and he found his breathing beginning to become harder. He simply thought it was the room or something in his mind making him feel this way, so perhaps a breath of fresh air should solve the problem. Opening the door though revealed a team of men waiting for him, and when he slammed the door on a guy's hand which held a cloth he spun back into the "safety" of his own room. Not making but ten steps though he fell to the ground gasping for air, soon to be muzzled by the rag putting him into a deep sleep.