I’m a gang leader of a big gang here where I live, in Venice Beach LA with my friends. I was born and raised here, my mom and dad were abusive, so I left them when I joined my gang when I was 13, and I proved to face a natural skill as a fighter and as a skilled thief and using weaponry. Now I’m 20 and I just live in my little apartment in Venice Beach and I hang out with my best friends all the time. I mean, I’ve never had a girlfriend before because none of them interest me. I’ve never liked anyone before, they’re just so fake and bleh here and everywhere else I’ve been. And, no, I’m not picky. I’m just waiting for the right one for me, I’m waiting for my soulmate who I can keep with me forever and have all my firsts and lasts with.

Right now me and my friends walk down to the beach as we chat casually, laughing and goofing off. My light blonde and flowing hair is tied back into a half up and half down bun, my hair is just about shoulder length, and my curtain bangs are swept to the side. I have one piercing on my right ear, a barely noticeable small hoop, but a cool addition to my already incredibly handsome and flawless appearance, which I’m very well aware of. I often get compliments, especially on my bright and ocean blue eyes with my long and thick eyelashes that are swept to the side almost like a natural sort of eyeliner. We make it to the beach, but decide to walk around Venice a little before going to the beach that’s right by us.