Damn. Another day at this crappy school. Bump into some people in the crowded halls under the already setting sun- none of those same people not saying anything. When suddenly- you bump head straight into an individual that meets the eye- literally. You help him pick him up his things, here and there, until you both finally stand up and nod a goodbye. As you both start parting ways, you hear him mumbling a small 'Sorry' under his breath.

The dude's actually kinda nice.

He looks somewhat short for his age, his round face is framed by a short mop of fluffy... naturally navy blue hair which curls up at odd angles around his head, with one or two swift loops covering his right eye. His eyes are large and somewhat circular and his irises are a shade of a beautiful purple, which at times are very stern, and are usually pretty narrow, giving him an a slightly stern appearance. He has a bridge of freckles running through his cheeks and a very small, pointy nose- barely noticeable, completed with round glasses that magnify the intensity of his bright, purple, and very rare eye.

His clothes- a baggy hoodie with long strings that reaches below his waist and oversized sweatpants.