Name: Dismas Breen
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Bitter and angry at the world, he lashes out at those around him and does not care to hide his attitude, preferring to proclaim it to the world. No matter his pretense he just hates about everything that breathes.
Appearance: Tall and muscular, has dark, smooth skin except for his hands which are heavily calloused. Hair is shoulder length, jet black, and is always slicked back, his eyes are a dark brown, and his brow seems to always be furrowed in anger.
History: Actually born in a shantytown, at a young age he was put in a foster home and stayed there for a couple years until he was adopted by a caring family. His early years, up until he was about six, were pretty peaceful and he felt happy. But then the wife started cheating, the dad started drinking, and Dismas started getting beaten.
Those years of happiness were gone, he no longer loved his family, in fact he feared coming home and wished he could stay at school. Being new he had no friends and he trusted none of the teachers, so he just kept his pain bottled up inside him for a while before releasing the pent up emotions on others; usually in the form of physical abuse.
As such, by the time he reached high school he had a well recognized history as a bully and it didn't change at all in the following years, perhaps getting worse as time went on, the only friends he has are ones that feared getting picked on, so they hang around him and cater to his needs so it won't happen.
He has no clue what he wants to do, he could have been good at sports, but with his father making him work at his construction company; there was no time. His grades are decent, but he does not pay attention or apply himself to making anything out of that. The only thing he wants is for high school to end so he can finally just escape from his father.