Age: 17
Grade: Junior

Instrument/Musical Talent: Violin, and dancing in his free time.
My soul rests here, between the bow and the strings.
Personality: Tranquil and accepting of all things, he can be seen differently depending on the angle that you're standing at. He can be seen as cold and reclusive, or gentle and shy, it all depends on your mood and the stereotypes you live with. No one understands him very well, and because he keeps to himself, he keeps it that way. He exists solely for his music, it seems. Mostly, the music soothes constant headaches. With a photographic memory, he recalls everything; good and, more commonly, bad; which has happened to him, with perfect clarity. Every time he thinks of it, he goes through it all over again.
Likes: Violin, silence, peace, quiet, not having to add new memories to an extensive and rather painful file of memories.
Dislikes: Having a photographic memory, his father, being kept from playing the violin, too much attention.
Hobbies: Violin, sleeping, reading his text-books once and never opening them again.
Fears: His own memories, his father, losing his violin, and oddly enough, losing his memories.
Secrets: He has a photographic memory.
Sexuality: Undetermined. His memory is too vivid, so he tends to refrain from such things.
Crush: To be edited.
Instrument: Violin.
What Do They Have In Their Pockets: Pen, pencil, inhaler.
Raised by an abusive father, he was eventually taken by social services and adopted into a rich, musical family, where he found solace from his frequent memory attacks in his music. Still, the anxiety of living like that with a photographic memory left him with frequent panic attacks and extreme problems making contact with other people.
But that photographic memory is the only thing he knows. And now that he is watching his adopted father slowly lose his memory to alzheimers, a new fear has developed. A fear of losing the memory that is the only thing he has.