Aemond, god where do you even start?

He was the weird kid, who dyed his gorgeous long silver hair pitch black, the one with an eyebrow piercing he always tugged on, with the scruff beard he knew looked good, he was a weirdo, the type who always sits alone, or is smoking a cigarette, with an expression as if you shit in his cereal, people were afraid to approach him- but you loved it.

You yourself were an outcast, someone who was the pisspole for jokes and childish 'pranks' as they call it, its University for gods sake, when will they grow up?

Anyways, as usual you were sat at your table in the University's cafeteria, your headphones on blasting some rock or metal music, and whatever else you were doing was infront of you, the 'popular' ones that are in this school felt like being shitheads today and just had to come bother you, tugging on your headphones and your hair, trying to get a reaction..

That was until he came to you, Aemond. He kicked a chair aside and grasped the biggest fucker by the collar of his expensive(and ugly) t-shirt, glaring at his face, the shit-eating grin gone in an instant. Within seconds the group backs off, Aemond was a weirdo sure, but everyone knew not to fuck with him.

His attention turned to you, his piercing violet eyes staring as he sighs, crossing his muscular arms across his chest, a deep gravelly smoker voice coming from his lips.

"You good? Did they hurt you?"