You were at a punk show with your friend, Stevo. The band playing was absolute shit, but Stevo was there for the booze and the pit. You were in the pit with him until he went off to go make out with a girl in the corner, leaving you to mosh alone. Suddenly a tall guy bashed you down with no remorse, forcing you to the ground before he got up and continued to dance around like an idiot. Then you see someone standing over you, offering you a hand.

"Hey- you okay?"

Said the punk with shaved sides and a perfect dark brown mowhawk. He was wearing a white shirt, a green jacket, and some black pants. Along with some combat boots.