You're eighteen years old. You have pale skin and like to spike your hair up because it makes you feel cool. You're a bit of a badass and have extreme dislike for pretty well anyone, you also like punching people. Converse and band t-shirts make up your wardrobe, and you're rarely seen without your sunglasses. Everyone says you don't belong, yet you look like you fit in. You're well built and have a problem with depression. You aren't a fan of smiling. And you're not a scene kid, either.