Appearance:
Name: Skylar Dela'cor
Age: 17
Height: 5 ft. 3 in.
Weight: 128
Build: A coltish frame best suited for a runner. He has no unsightly blemishes or scars, but did get a single ear pierce and a tattoo of a star on the back of his neck losing a dare.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Nationality: French / Chinese American
Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious
Strengths: Well-verse with all things technology, Spray painting, English, Piano
Weaknesses: Math, keeping any kind of romantic relationship intact, puppies, reckless, sloppy, stubborn
Personality: Spontaneous, determined, self-reliant, selfless, Unable to keep his opinions to himself; Easily impressionable which often makes him very compliant to those who are seen as 'normal' and or popular in the social hierarchy of high school.
Occupation: Student ; Part-time worker at a local Tarot reading establishment
Background: There wasn't a tragic past or a messy divorce that would've been responsible for transforming a child's imagination into a friend he promised to be with for a forever that would never end. All he remembered was his best friend moving away on his eighth birthday and his parents spending a good portion of their time starting a new business. He needed someone to talk to back then, someone to play with and someone who he could convey his secrets to on a daily basis. That someone became his imaginary friend – a special someone he swore to always keep believing in so long as he was greeted with a 'good morning' as the sun hit the horizon and tucked into bed every single night. However, like every other little boy, Skylar grew up. He made real friends, got himself a job and filled the once empty void in his chest with little high school crushes that slowly, but surely, made his imaginary friend obsolete. He tried to forget about him, attempted to push him out of his life so he didn't make himself out to be the lunatic many would perceive him to be if he so much as believed in the friend he no longer wanted to believe in. But he heard his voice. Skylar could have sworn he could feel the other hovering near, and the more he was quick to dismiss his imaginations getting the best of him, the more he felt like he belonged in a Looney Bin. So he took a friend's advice and promised himself to go above and beyond to achieve a life of normalcy where his imaginary friend ceases to exist.