Donnie had short, dark brown hair that contrasted nicely with a violent pair of blue eyes. With a look, you could see that he happened to me mentally troubled, even if he was in Highschool with a possible diagnosis with schizophrenia.

He was kind over all though —other than burning down that house that one time—, even if he had some strange beliefs about time travel itself.

He doesn’t have any friends, or a girlfriend. Being touch starved was hard, especially since nobody wanted to even talk