I hope this is okay, I know it's a little out there. >w>
Name: His real name is Hayden Kester, though the only one who ever called him that was his mother. He prefers to go by "Yer'on" (pronounced "yair-on"), after something he misread from a story book.
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Appearance: Yer'on has the average height and build of a boy his age, though something about him looks fundamentally wrong. Perhaps it's the dark circles under his eyes. Perhaps it's his constantly-diluted pupils. Perhaps it's the bloodstains on his nails. At any rate, Yer'on tends to stand out in a crowd. His skin is smooth ebony, his hair is dark black and very unkempt, and his clothes consist of a nice red polo, some matching slacks, and a black bowtie. He's not a fan of dressing so nicely, but it's the only outfit he has. Around his neck is a pendant of a small bone, taken from the chest of a rabbit.
Status: Orphan
Bio: Born to a single, aging mother with a mountain of inheritance and a college-age daughter, Yer'on had to fight for attention and care for much of his young life. His mother kept him in his room most of the time, surrounded by toys and books that he didn't care all that much about. Things changed when he received a fluffy white rabbit to keep him company. Yer'on loved that little bunny with all his heart and took it everywhere, including his climbs up Mount Kitchen Counter and into the sink. And the garbage disposal.
Ten seconds and an awful whirring noise later, Yer'on was covered in the blood and guts of his beloved pet rabbit. His mother ran in to find not a child who was terrified and bawling his eyes out, but one who was having fun in the smelly red slop, tossing it around and getting it all over his dark skin. Operating in a state of shock, Yer'on's mother lifted him away, and from that day on, the boy never let her sight.
The sights and smells of death had excited Yer'on's curiosity like never before. Prior to the incident, he had been quiet and unsure of himself, but his shell had been split wide open, and he was never quite the same. He laughed with glee at the smallest of things and begged his mother every day to buy him more pets so he could relive the excitement all over again. His curiosity and joy came to a head one night when his mother was just tucking him in for bed...
"Mommy, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, Hayden dear?"
"Do you bleed like the other animals?"
"I, ah..."
"Can I find out?"
Suffice to say his mother did not survive the ordeal. Yer'on didn't know what would happen if he took a knife to the poor woman's skin so many times, so when she didn't move even after Yer'on called her name dozens of times, he suddenly found himself completely alone. His attitude sobered slightly when he became a runaway, but not much. After all, he has to survive somehow.