Raisel Leet
"'Cause...uh, 'cause......I wanted to tell you I'm not an emotionally constipated male and yer wrong. I don't hate girls!"
Personality: He comes off as an ass, but he resents being thought of that way. He lacks finesse and manners and he thinks he’s cool like that, but he then makes terrible decisions and regrets it. He has a reputation as a player and a heartbreaker, but he never once tried to break anyone’s heart. He is a stupid, loud, and flirty drunk. He adores being a rebel (though he’s more wannabe than anything else) and he loves freedom and only looking out for himself. He skips class, parties, and makes friends easily. He also loves to be alone outside. He’s stubborn, argumentative, hates perfect people and he never ever shows his weak side to people.
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Nickname: Rais (he doesn't like it)
Age: 19 Gender: male Species: human Orientation: gay, so far in the closet he doesn't know it Status: single Occupation: college student, photography Voice: average masculinity Appearance: He’s 5'8" and decently built. His hair is just above his shoulders, straight. He sometimes parts it in the middle and sometimes to the side with hair in his face. It’s greyish-blue in color with bright orange streaks. He has blue eyes and an eyebrow piercing. A small stud piercing is in his ear. He’s almost never without boots, a black leather jacket, and motorcycle gloves. He has a tattoo of a peregrine falcon between his shoulder blades. Likes: blue, fruity cocktail drinks (fav=blue hurricane), and the sky. Dislikes: tedious tasks and heights (major phobia). Bio: He comes from a upper middle class family that isn’t quite rich, but still bought him most anything he wanted. Father was strict and domineering. Mother was caring, but offered little comfort. An only child. He feels love for his mother, but only dislike for his father and all father figures. He was pushed into sports by his father in his first years of high school, but could never find motivation or skill. Against his father's strong wishes, he joined the journalism club instead. He’s been dying his hair since then and showed up with a motorcycle and ear piercing for his senior year. Ran with the ‘mean’ crowd, got in trouble for talking back to male teachers, and went through girlfriends like people go through socks. They often broke up with him, sometimes with a slap. He got his eyebrow piercing and the tattoo in the summer after high school. Due to getting stuck in a tree all night with high winds, his minor issue with heights turned into a debilitating phobia. In the end, it was a neighbor and not his parents who helped him, despite being in his own yard and them being home. extra: smokes regularly |