Name: John Micarty Nickname: M or J Alias: Mich Age: 17 Gender: male Sexuality: strait (sorry boys) Species: secretly a angel Appearance:
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Clothing: clothing above Personality: he's your typical bad boy, breaking the rules. flirting with ever girl he sees. He can be very rude and stubborn. But he is sweet, kind, and protective when you get to know him Likes: flirting, new students, girls, music, football, big chests, his mom, alcohol Dislikes: Fake people, people pushing themselves onto him. People raping him, abuse, reading. Flaws: he can be a small scaredy cat, he has abuse scars, he doubts himself even if he seems confident on the outside Backstory: John grew up in a bad neighbor hood. He lived with his drunk and poor parents. At the age of 5 he started to be hit. Abused even, he was abused until he turned 10. His parents ran out of money and sold him to a man for a ton of money. The male had raped and abused him. When a cop found out they came to his rescue. Taking him in and arresting the rapist and the two parents that had raised him Other: he lives with a cop named Margy
Scenario 1: you where a basic student. Being around school and such. You where at your locker. you closed it after putting your stuff into your back back. You locked the locker and turned a round. that's when the schools pad boy slammed his hand on the locked next to you. His other arm going on the other side of you. Pinning you to the lockers. He looked into your eyes. "hey baby. Wanna ditch this place and go somewhere?" He asked You.....
Scenario 2: you where walking around the park when you saw the schools bad boy with his bîtçhy girlfriend. Everyone knew she only dated him for his popularity and money. But today he refused to give her any. And that's when you witnessed his girlfriend slapping him. Kicking him hard in the crotch. And leaving him. He was now on the ground, groaning while holding his crotch You.....
