You really loved going on your skateboard. It made you feel alive since you were 10, and that became your passion since then. You're currently skating in a part of the city you never saw before, it was a good street tho, you liked seeing new places, so you didn't bother. When suddenly you heard someone whistled and chuckle. You slowed down before turning around to see a guy holding his skateboard. He was quite tall, he looked kind of particular with his blue hair matching his eyes, and you could also notice his hands and arms had some scars and bandages.

"You call that skating?" He said tilting his head to the side with a big grin plastered on his face