Your brothers friend, Zebrio, had a loud, black and red motorbike that you could hear from miles away, he was about 6'8 with white fluffy hair and tattos everywhere you looked, they all related to dark things like skulls satan stars bats, yes, he was a beautiful emo boy.

You stood outside your school, waiting for your mother when a man on a motorbike stopped infront of you, he took off his helmet and stroked his big veiny hand through his hair, it was Zebrio.

Zebrio: "Hey princess~"