AGE
16
GENDER
Male
PERSONALITY
Antal is breaking. He's been breaking ever since he was nine, and he was swept away from his family to live in a foster home. But people don't see that. People never understood that, because he was always able to have a smirk on his face that infuriated everyone. At a first glance, people often saw him as the type of teenager who rebelled against everything. They weren't off, of course. They weren't off, of course. Antal hated authority, and always enjoyed their discomfort when Antal stared them down with that knowing smirk of his. But for the most part, Antal didn't do things to rebel. Sure, he vandalised things. He fought. He cut class. He drank. He smoked. But he did that for himself. That's what he told himself. He told himself that he really didn't care what others thought, he didn't care what adults thought. Of course, that didn't stop him from flashing the finger at any adult who looked at him disapprovingly, and working his hardest to make his teachers as uncomfortable as possible.
At home(or whatever he calls home at the time), Antal is but a pair of ears to listen. Never given time to talk, not that he really wants to. He keeps his thoughts to himself, for the most part, mainly because if he voiced his thoughts out loud, he'd probably be sent away again, but also because he simply hated it when people wanted him to 'talk about his feelings.' He didn't need to talk about his problems, he didn't need any help. He just needed to work hard on his own.
Antal has never been one to wish and dream. He was realistic, and he knew that that wouldn't help him in any way. It would just give him false hope that things could get better for him, when it would never happen. He knows that life will be like it is. Once he was old enough, he could live alone, yes, but that didn't mean it would be any better. It would probably be worse.
Antal is often thought to be stupid. Surely, a boy like him wouldn't get anywhere in life. But that wasn't quite true. Antal might do stupid things, but he was good at school. In fact, he was in accelerated classes, and the only reason that he often had lower grades was because he skips class often. He is good at memorizing facts and tricks, so he does well in school. Besides that, he has street-smarts. He knows not to trust everyone, he only trusts his closest friends. Maybe he would trust someone like a small child, from time to time, but usually, he only wants to be around his own friends.
So maybe he had problems. But he could work them out by himself. Stupid? Hardly. He could work things out on his own.
SKILLS AND TALENTS
-Antal is quite known among his school for being strong under pressure.
-He has never lost a fight before, even if he did get beat up a little.
-He's always been good at running away when someone noticed him keying their vehicle, or something of the like.
-Alone, Antal has always enjoyed to draw. Animals, and landscapes, usually, based on things he had seen, but with details and qualities in them that made them seem surreal, in the end. He's quite good, but he never shows people his sketches.
-Antal also likes to write. He's not quite as good at that though, not story writing. It's difficult for him, to imagine fake people in fake places in fake situations. But he likes it.
HISTORY
The first four years of his life were spent with his parents in a small apartment in what was considered the bad side of the city. Really, he loved them. His father was often drunk, or angry at Antal, who he called a mistake, something who shouldn't have been born. He was probably telling the truth.
When his father was getting a bit too angry, and maybe accidentally hit him, then Antal's mother would usher him into his room, and he'd listen to her soft, rolling voice talking to his father until he fell asleep. Antal, in his own opinion, was perfectly happy where he was, with who he was.
He didn't seem to mind too much when his father died when Antal was five, though. People said that it was because he didn't understand death, but maybe it was something else.
What he did mind was when his mother died a few years afterwards, when he was 9 Stress, they said it was. Stress from working several jobs to pay rent and bills, as well as taking care of a child. In a way, it was really Antal's fault that she died.
After his mother was gone, he really didn't have anyone to take care of him. So he became a ward of state, and was sent to a foster home. But Antal didn't particularly want that. What he wanted was to be alone, or with someone he actually knew, who didn't seem like they were only taking care of them because they needed to.
So Antal was never the most perfect child. He easily got angry at people, and even if he wasn't, he liked to anger them. At school, he provoked his classmates into fights. He challenged his teachers, and his reactions when frustrated often led to his suspension. When he was older, he kept all that up, and started doing bad things. His favourite thing to do was to go up onto the overpass and drop things onto the cars below. No one wanted to care for someone like that. So he was sent away, from home to home, courtroom to courtroom, correctional facility to correctional facility.
Of course, his story isn't over yet, he could still change it...
OTHER
-At some point, his friends decided to call him 'Ghost.' It has to do with how he isn't able to find some nice place to settle, and how he was so quiet that they wouldn't notice him until he was right in front of them.
APPEARANCE]
Antal, while not blessed with movie star good looks, has the sort of looks that has got him more than a few appreciative looks. Dark hair, just on the verge of being too long, just a bit wavy. Grey eyes, a spark of mischief in them. In the warm seasons, his tan skin contrasts against straight white teeth. He has a pale scar on the side of his face, but it's generally hidden beneath his hair. He's taller than most, with tight muscles built for running and dodging, though not so much for heavy lifting. Maybe not the greatest looking guy. But good enough.
