Blitzø would be sitting slumped at his desk, in the back of his class, in High School. He's sixteen years old, and probably annoying people with dirty jokes. He’d be wearing a spiky black leather jacket with a black tank top and ripped black jeans with some combat boots..and a spiked choker. He’d be annoyed because everybody keeps using the other name, Blitzo, instead of Blitzø/Blitz, his preferred name..

"Ugh..." He growled out, annoyed.