mik3la Posted May 30, 2016 Share Posted May 30, 2016 Firiel Daiko Age: 17 (almost 18 y.o) HE likes : sports, chocolate, rainy days , dogs, cats, ice cream , listen to music He hates : snow, bullies, math Firiel is an unusual name for a boy, but his mother give it to him as a gift because he came as a gift to her and wanted him to be special in all terms. Maybe she didn't thought that it would be difficult for him to handle the bullies but he manage to go through. Even if his looks are a little bit girly, he never stayed back from a fight. When he was 10, he had a crush on his cousin but this one started to make fun of him and beat him because of this. And because of this he never said a word about his orientation. His father passed away a few years ago because of brain cancer, and his mother never recovered. HE never saw her laughing or happy again. She always tried to stay more at work and he remained home alone most of the time. He just wants to graduate from HighSchool and see his mother happy. Firiel got to school earlier because he had practice to basketball. Even if he was a little short he was playing it just for fun, even if it was alone. HE had some friends but they weren't into sports. His birthday was about to arrive in one moth so he was thrilled of being finally 18 years old. He was gonna be a man. Well, part of it. He needed to think about colleague, but he didn't want to leave his mother alone. Sighing he continued to shut the ball in the hall over and over again, trying to get rid of his thoughts even for a few minutes longer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted May 30, 2016 Share Posted May 30, 2016 Mitchel Alan Nanase Age: 18 Weight: 210 Height: 6'0" Hair color: blonde Eye color: blue Position: Seme Sexuality: Bi (usually leans towards more woman) Likes: basketball, rock music, meat, parties, dogs, swimming Dislikes: cold, cats, getting sick, the color indigo. Relationship with his grandparents Personality: outgoing, easily bullies, partially stuck up, doesn't understand love Bio: being a half, following his fathers looks then his mothers, Mitchell was forced out of his grandparents home after his mother passed away and lived with his father in America for half his life. At the age of 14, starting his high school two moved back to his home country. His personality sent him into a wave of popularity and he was an instant hit with everyone. He joined the basketball team. He bullied the new 'recruits' every year, being the cause of many of them to quit and leave. Now at the age of 18, in his last year of high school, he's making sure he gets the best of it. Other: Mitchell has two cartilage piercings that he removes whenever he had practice or a game. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mitchell had slept in. His alarm clock having clearly not gone off when it was supposed to. After changing and gathering his things, Mitchell left the house, a slice of toast literally being the only thing he would eat that morning. He had managed time to butter it, but that was about it. Mitchell didn't leave a all that far away from school, so he never considered using a bike. He always liked running anyway, helped him concentrate for his games. Upon reaching the school, Mitchell had finished his toast and ran to the locker room where e tosses his bag on one of the benches, already being dressed for practice and runs off towards the gym. On his way towards the gym, he heard a balling being shit against the wall and bouncing off it. Mitchell really didn't think much of it until he turned the corner and nearly crashed into the person in question with the sound. He fell bakwRds, landing hard on his rear before grimacing at the pain that shot up his tail bone. "Damnit, that hurt." He groaned out as he rubbed at his butt and stood up. "Jesus, look where your walking." He didn't even take into consideration he was the cause for his downfall. But he quickly wanted the blame on so,some else. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mik3la Posted May 30, 2016 Author Share Posted May 30, 2016 Firiel was to concentrate in his game to focuse on what was around him or who entered the gym. He was to into the game even if he was all alone. Withought beeing carefull he hit something, or better said , someone and felt on the ground letting the ball fall aswell along side him. He moaned in pain but didn't said anything before hearing the others voice. "Damnit, that hurt." "Jesus, look where your walking." "Hey .... Don't blame it on me because your to blind and cannot see where you're going" said Firiel standing up, rubbing his back that was still hurting a little from the fall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowPerch Posted June 7, 2016 Share Posted June 7, 2016 At the other's come back, Mitchell opened his eyes from squeezing them closed in an an attempt to relieve the pain shooting up his tail bone. He noticed who it was, he'd made him a few times off the court, seeing how they were in the same grade. He clicked his tongue and rose to his own feet. "Your the one standing in the middle of the way. At least make sure you know what's going on around you while tossing the ball." Mitchell had noticed the ball at their feet when he stated his fact, but that didn't change the actual fact that he too was at fault for running around and taking sharp turns. Of course, had he not slept in, he also wouldn't have been in this mess. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mik3la Posted June 9, 2016 Author Share Posted June 9, 2016 "Hugh" , he sighed in frustration arranging his clothes , turning to take his back-pack and head to his class. "The gym was empty .... Now it's to crowded" , he said pushing him slowly aside so that he can get out but the guy was to strong. It was like trying to move a mountain. "Would you move aside now already. I'm done here ... you can have the gym" he added looking at the other with narrowed eyes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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