My name is: Zenith Lucifer Seguine
But I am known as: Z
I am this many: 18
My place at the party: Party goer
I like: Sweet treats of any kind, sweet girls, real friends (that is, those who do not befriend him for pure sexual motives), writing and reading, sex.
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I am known to be a bit like this: Z is quite contradictive; the only steady part about him is his ever-continuing low self-esteem. Otherwise, he can either be the ladies' man, with every perfect move, every perfect look, every perfect touch a woman could dream of...or withdrawn, bitter, ashamed of what he is. He is kind, with every good intention to soothe pain, to calm the rapid storms of sorrow...yet he contiously drowns in his own, looking to Death as a friend.
If you were to describe me to a blind man: Dark brown hair that stays eternally smooth and soft; tender hazel eyes that can pierce the heart like Cupid's arrow. His body slim, yet strong; not too tall, but not too short. His face, his skin, is luscious, with no natural blemish...key word being "natural", for there are several scars from self-harm...
The reason why I'm here: Z's parents caught him right before he kicked the chair out from under himself, planning to string himself up. Fearing for his mental and physical safety, the sent him to this Rehab center...and now, here he is.
My past in a nutshell: Simply put, Z was shy, but was known to be a good friend to any female. In a crying fit, Z helped her out...and things, more or less, went downhill from there. Every friend he had either deserted him, calling him a "man-whore", or used him as such.