Ok, so...
"Wait, can't I just describe myself?"
No, it doesn't work like that, so lemme, just, look, at, yooouuu....
"Hehe, you're checkin' me out."
And you look damn fine too.
"Oh you stop it."
No you do... Wow we really get off topic fast, don't we.
"Yep."
Anyways, everybody this...
Name: Jay
Height: 5'2"
Weight:105 lbs
Age:20
Hair:Brown with White stripe running down left side.
Eyes:Gray
Occupation:N/A
Everything else:
He has a 6inch scar going over left eye, Has a slight limp, a noticeable stutter but tries his best to hide it, and is extremely shy.
He was found on John Estu's doorstep, with his face bleeding and a note on his chest saying.
"CALL HIM JAY, LOVE AND TAKE CARE OF HIM"
"Wow, hey so why I don't have a last name? Any reason inparticular?"
Hey I don't know man, John does love you but he thinks that you sound better going by 'Jay' than 'Jay Estu'
"Huh, that's strange but I'm not complaining. Hey can you do a bio of him?"
Why?
"I haven't seen him in a while. Maybe I'll Skype with him when I get home."
And why are you telling me this?
"I sometimes talk to myself, come on man, as a voice in my head, you should know this."
That's right, I forgot.
"Whatever let's go."
YOU ARE READING
His Struggle
FantasyFucken, shit, why not. After like 5 years of nothingness, lets get back to it!