Name: Lyfe 'Snow' Maxwell
Lyfe is a tall guy, towering at 6 feet and 4 inches. He has broad shoulders along with a slight muscle build. His eyes are the color of autumn leaves which are surrounded by long dark eyelashes. His hair is unruly and a bronze color that seems to complement his olive skin. Overall, Lyfe is a rather attractive male, but it is hard to see since his style of choice majorly consist of baggy jeans that hardly fit his athletic frame and over-sized hoodies that conceal his chiseled features. Lyfe wears dark rectangular glasses that don't necessarily flatter him. Naturally, he is a beautiful sight, but with his lack of interest in his appearance, Lyfe falls short.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Francisco Lachowski
Like:
~The Piano
~Cellos
~Reading
~Black Coffee
~Creme Pie
Dislike:
~Bagels
~Potatoes
~The word 'ain't'
~Monkeys
~Emotions
~Conversations
Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Lyfe is an enigma. He a complicated guy that prefers to find refuge in himself and his music. He is emotionally detached and is usually seen with a blank face along with his lips drawn in a taunt line. Lyfe's voice is monotonous, filled with a deep, yet wise air about it that causes him to seem older than he really is. He is blunt and says what he is thinking without giving it much thought before letting the words flow from his lips. He is completely oblivious to the emotions of those around him and tends to upset people without trying. When he offends someone, he simply gives them a blank stare and asked 'Was it something I said?"
Lyfe usually carries a lighter with him wherever he goes because of his fascination with fire. He lights things on fire to cope with trauma and boredom.
Lyfe is originally from Cambridge, England, where he lived with his mother and younger brother. His father was never in his life and he never particularly cared for a man that was willing to abandoned his family. He became the man of the house and cared dearly for his mother and brother. His world came crashing down when his mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She died when he was fourteen and his brother was merely five. He was immediately shipped to an orphanage and was separated from his little brother, Levi. Levi was the last thing that he cared about and now that that was taken away from him he shut down. He didn't eat or sleep and was depressed, until one day, he decided not to feel anything anymore. He turned off his emotions and lived through his tragedy as an empty vessel. He was sent from one family to another, each complaining that he was incapable of doing anything worth their time and money. When he turned eighteen, he left Cambridge and made a new life for himself in London.
