Name & Nicknames -
Shay Miller - Miller, Bubs, Cancer, Clumsy
Age -
17
Style -
One earing, singlets, baggy jeans, tight tee shirts, giant hoodies, spiked boots, doc matins, sweat pants, leather jackets. He's kind of your dishevelled sad boy, bad boy. Kind of all black and white and creepy.
Quirks -
Loves strange words, is okay with being alone, is somehow always chewing gum has packets and packets of it, pacing back and forth when nervous/thinking, creepily good with words, sometimes mumbles to himself ( a quote, poem or song), carries a sketchbook everywhere, finds it hard to sleep, wheres glasses when using the laptop even though he doesn't need them, is usually found sketching, has an amazing memory knows everything you say, is almost always listening to music and always has a cup of coffee.
Family -
Mother - Jenny. Kind baker/gardener, quirky kind of person. His other mother (non-biological but still loves them both the same) - Blair. Badass, poker games, inside jokes kind of person. They have to hide their sexuality so pretend they are sisters.
Place -
Rooftop garden & purple pages
Likes -
Art, old music, crime books, horror movies, coffee, junk food, late-night adventures, staying up all night
4 main emotions -
Sad, faking it, generally happy, laughing so much he falls over
Addictions -
Coffee, horror movies and staying up all night
Friends -
Only has a few bc most people aren't worth his time. The only two who are, are named Kyle and Nate
Sign -
Cancer, once again through and through
Traits -
Quiet at first then loud, feels like he's spinning out of control, good liar from many years of saying I'm okay when he's not, creative, amazing imagination, brave, kind, book smart and life smart, forgiving, a little untrusting, sometimes feels like he's living for someone who doesn't exist, gullible, sweet, bashful, clumsy
Fears -
Himself, small spaces, heights, clowns
Aesthetic -
I believe in aliens, horror movies, crime books, fake smiles, late-night adventures, messy hair and dreamy eyes, loves bright colours, dancing in the rain, reading all night, leather jackets, smart, street art, record sleeves, tattoo stores, cute smiles, gentle teasing, messy rooms and old music, bruised knuckles and sleepy voice, daydreaming, dinosaur socks, sticky notes and rainy days, never on time, silver rings and vanilla-scented hair
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🦋Playing With Fire🦋
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