LAYER ONE: On the Outside Name: Claudio Kilgannon Birth date: March 12 Birthplace: Sector 11, Planet 1 - Hetricus Current Location: Lawrence, Kansas Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Height: 6'00" Righty or Lefty: Ambidextrous
LAYER TWO: On The Inside Your heritage: I want to say human, but I'm beginning to doubt that a bit. Shoes you wore today: Closest thing here I can call them is Converse. Your weakness: I'm a little shy and apparently I'm too trusting and kind of naive. Your fears: That I'm going to turn out like my Mom and Dad when I last saw them. Your perfect pizza: As spicy as you can make it. Goal you'd like to achieve: Maybe my own comic book.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow Your most overused phrase on AIM: I don't really use it. Your thoughts first waking up: Sleep. More. Now. Best physical feature: I have no clue, I've never thought about it before. Newo liked my smile, I guess? Your bedtime: Whenever I'm tired. Your most missed memory: Home. I even miss arguing with Josephine or babysitting my twin brother and sister... But the one that really sticks out is riding around Hetricus with Newo and Apollo.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick Pepsi or Coke: Mc Donald's or Burger King: Adidas or Nike: Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Cappuccino or coffee: Something I recognize! Coffee. Definitely.
LAYER FIVE: Do You? Smoke: No Cuss: When I'm angry, sure. Sing: Nah. Take a shower everyday: I try to. Have a crush(es): I don't know what to think yet, to be honest. Maybe. Like(d) high school: Worst time in my life. I'm kind of glad I'm here to get away from it. Want to get married: If I find someone that makes me as happy as mom made dad, yes. Believe in yourself: I'm slowly starting to. Get motion sickness: Not at all. Think you're attractive: I guess? It's not something I think about. Think you're a health freak: I'm an 18 year old teenage boy. Of course I'm not a health freak. Get along with your parents: That's, uh... That's really complicated right now. Like thunderstorms: They can be real cool. Play an instrument: Not my kind of art. Drawing is.
LAYER SIX: In the past month... Drank alcohol: Sure. Smoked: No. Done a drug: No. Gone on a date: Yeah. Gone to the mall?: Yes. Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No... Been on stage: No. Been dumped: Not exactly. I kind of did the dumping. Gone skating: No. Gone skinny dipping: Why would you want to? Dyed your hair: No, Dad would kill me. I'd make a crappy blonde. Stolen anything: Yeah. A bunch of stuff... Out of need, though.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever... Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yeah. Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yeah... Been caught "doing something": I'm smart enough not to get caught. Been called a tease: Nope. Gotten beaten up: Yeah. Shoplifted: Yeah.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older Age you hope to be married: It'll come if it comes. How do you want to die: I've always thought it would be cool to go down in a blaze of glory. Play the hero, or something. What do you want to be when you grow up: A comic artist would be nice. Maybe I'll write script, too. What country would you most like to visit: I did want to visit Star IV back home in the Keywork, where all the Prise are.
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy Best eye color?: Blue. Girls with pretty blue eyes are my weakness. Best hair color?: I'm not picky, but.. I guess light-colours. Light brown, blonde... Short or long hair: Long. Height: Doesn't really matter, does it? Best articles of clothing: Jeans. Comfy and casual. I like people at their most natural, I guess. Best first date location: There's a grassy knoll near my place on Hetricus. It's perfect.
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers... Number of drugs taken illegally: None. Number of people I could trust with my life: No offence to anyone here, but I don't know any of you very well. Number of CDs that I own: CDs? Number of piercings: None. Number of tattoos: None. Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: I won an art award once that made the paper, but I was like, 12. Number of scars on my body: I've got a scar on my arm from when I was little and Josephine and I were hopping fences. I slipped and the top of it made a gross gash, but you can hardly see it now. Number of things in my past that I regret: Let's not go there.