::BASICS::
Name: Nathaniel Locke
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Archetype Number: 4
::LOOKS::
Description: Approx. 5'5"; Never really cared about his appearance, stayed inside playing video games or reading with most of his time. His skin is an almost sickly pale, his eyes a deep hazel. His blonde hair is generally unkempt, his need to "look his best" a passing thought that his father presses every so often. Almost always seen wearing jeans, plain t-shirts and a worn out pair of Chucks he'd had for years.
Notable Features: Has a scar above his right eyebrow where his father ripped out his piercing in a fit of rage. He's very quiet and doesn't articulate his words very well, leading to many half-conversations due to others simply losing interest.
::CHARACTER::
Brief Personality: Very emotional, allows the words of the people around him to sting sharper than they should. He lets his anger get the best of him at times, but never when it's appropriate. He finds himself lashing out at would-be friends or people who care, lending himself to loneliness due to people generally being wary around him. He loves his parents, but he doesn't know how to get them to understand him.
Brief History: Once he started High School, his whole world turned upside down. Whereas he could be left alone to his brooding or frustrations, he found that he barely had a second without someone breathing down his back (whether it be a teacher or a jock). He became more isolated than before, but he didn't know how to respond to these new personalities. He'd soon lost count how many times he'd been involved in "accidents" like being tripped, having something spilled or thrown at him or shoved to the ground.
He truly wanted to fit in, to make friends, but the popular kids saw him as a target which meant that the people around him knew to stay away lest they become targets themselves. When he got home he was hit with questions he knew the answers to but didn't want to explain. How could he tell his parents? How could they possibly understand what he's going through at school? He doesn't think they fall for his lies about his bruises any more, but it's easier to pretend nothing's wrong. The one thing he seemed to be able to hide was smoking, but he wasn't sure if they were pretending to be oblivious because they didn't know how to deal with it.