I fall into the pale, thin category, alas. God knows why. I do a good fifty push-ups daily, yet I do not seem to gain an ounce of weight. My excuse for being pale? Hell, I live in Washington, and yes, I rarely leave my humble abode.
Other than these two factors, however, I am relatively "normal" for an eighteen-year-old male. Often found in public wearing a long, black leather trench coat, black jeans, and a gray tee shirt, people typically place me as a goth. I have little doubt that my silver cross and my silver loop in my left ear further contribute to this impression. In either case, when I am at home, I tend to dress quite differently, opting for a brightly colored dress shirt and a pair of baggy cargo pants. To summarize, I'm usually clothed in a tasteless manner twenty-four seven.
Appearance-wise, I suppose I would be considered average, or maybe even slightly attractive, with sharp, narrow features, a pretty clear (excluding stubble) complexion, and non-descript brown eyes. My hair, also a dark brown, is short, straight, and usually slicked down and parted in the middle.
I'm only taking the time to write this reply because I am bored, mind you. I suspect, however, that it will give the impression that I actually like talking about my pitiful, worthless self. Believe what you will.
Ghardoan
"Tired. Disoriented. Me." - Ghardoan, at 1:10 AM, PDT.
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