Atlas was a soft and kind short boy. He was around 17 years old. His body was thin and quiet feminine, his skin pale and smooth. Atlas hair was dark and his eyes deep but warm, his smile gentle and adorable. Atlas was very obsessed with motorcycles, especeally bikers. It was a summer day and Atlas was casually walking around some streets. He was wearing some baggy cargo shorts and a band baggy t-shirt with some converse. Atlas sees a biker casually waiting at the traffic lights.