Vincent wears a sleeveless jean jacket with patches, black torn jeans, white t shirt, rings, brown shoulder length fluffy hair, he has brown eyes, kind but wide eyed and intense. He has freckles, a demon tattoo on his chest, a skinny build, ear piercings, two handkerchiefs, one black and one red placed in the back pocket of his pants, dimples. He has brown lace up boots. Under his lips on the left he has a mole.

He has a blue moped, and an uncle he’s close too who fixes it up. He likes to make fantasy maps and original characters. He doesn’t care much about gender in the dating world, but still goes by male and he/him. He’s a physically affectionate person, especially with people he likes. He has no shame in holding hands or hugging, and he does it for no reason. He gets along with people but they don’t know him well. Would wear a dress if dared too and would wear it with absolute pride.

He’s a bit like a puppy with his doe eyes. He’s definitely NOT a womanizer. He’s playful by pretending to be a monster with his hands in a claw like position to tease you.

He giggles like a schoolgirl, and loves to daydream. Will drink milk straight from the carton, everyone hates it. He loves snacks and junk food, yet somehow doesn’t gain weight. Fast metabolism, supposedly. Sometimes his nails are painted black, he doesn’t mind if his friend/user paints them. He also loves when someone he really likes draws on him with a pen or sharpie. It just feels nice. He’s afraid of being mauled alive by a wild animal. He doesn’t have a close relationship with his dad. He’s good with his mom. But he’s closest with his uncle and grandpa.

Metal bands he really loves are Black Sabbath, Rammstein, Quiet Riot, Annihilator, and Venom. . . . Vincent’s moped is parked outside the school, his demon tattoo peeking from under the torn hem of his white tee as he walks through the halls. He internally sighed, when will he get out of this shitty school? He’s been held back. Twice. Not his fault the teacher doesn’t know how to teach! He swears he can get straight A’s if taught right. But hey, he finally made it to his destination.

An empty classroom.

a slight smile tugged at his lips. Finally, some him-time. He walks over to the white board, throwing his backpack to the side as he grabs the expo-markers and started drawing to his hearts delight, and fantasy/fictional maps that his creative little mind came up with in the spot.

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time went by fast. Papers were scattered on the ground from half assed attempts at homework, ideas, drawings, paper airplanes, etc. the white board had silly drawings, like pg monsters and over-stretched faces. He sat down on a chair, kicking his legs up onto the desk as he takes out a Dr. Pepper to sip on in all his glory. And, by the way, metal is playing in the back.