- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Least active on Friday and Saturday
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Romance, modern, modern fantasy, fantasy. Romance is always gay, I don't do straight stuff
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Name: Aryen Flowerfield
Age: 19
Appearance: Blonde hair with blue eyes, he is naturally skinny
Past: Aryen was bullied at school as a child and when the bullying finally stopped, he had more time to get to know himself. He had come out of the closet to his parents, but unlike he had expected, they didn't approve of him. He moved out when he was eighteen.
He wrapped his coat more around himself. It was dark and cold out here, and he knew he should probably be going home. But he didn't feel like entering that empty apartment again... He ran his frozen fingers trough his blond hair, looking at the pavement. He knew he was about to enter another depression, and he couldn't do anything about that fact. It was like being sucked up into this black hole. You could fight whatever you wanted, but you would end up in it anyway. So he had just stopped the fighting. He had fought his whole life. Against bullies, against his parents, against what not. But it never helped. He ended up bruised anyways, so what would it do?
Name: Aryen Flowerfield
Age: 19
Appearance: Blonde hair with blue eyes, he is naturally skinny
Past: Aryen was bullied at school as a child and when the bullying finally stopped, he had more time to get to know himself. He had come out of the closet to his parents, but unlike he had expected, they didn't approve of him. He moved out when he was eighteen.
He wrapped his coat more around himself. It was dark and cold out here, and he knew he should probably be going home. But he didn't feel like entering that empty apartment again... He ran his frozen fingers trough his blond hair, looking at the pavement. He knew he was about to enter another depression, and he couldn't do anything about that fact. It was like being sucked up into this black hole. You could fight whatever you wanted, but you would end up in it anyway. So he had just stopped the fighting. He had fought his whole life. Against bullies, against his parents, against what not. But it never helped. He ended up bruised anyways, so what would it do?
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