Angel Gabriel Day.

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Name:: Angel Gabriel Day. Birthday:: July 3, 1991. Gender:: Male. Average weight:: 138 lbs. Height:: 6’1” Nationality:: German/Irish. Eye color:: Deep blue. Hair Color:: Brown. Description:: Perfection. It seems the only word that does him justice. With handsome features and enchanting blue eyes he can melt the hearts of anyone that gazes upon him. His lush lips attract the passion of a kiss, while soft hands cast a yearning to be touched. He is a breed of beauty, a prime model for a Greek sculptor. His features would inspire Shakespeare. Upon his face there lies neither blemish nor any want of further beauty. His eyes invoke the jealousy of the stars. Like the stars they catch the lust of mortals. However, they can never be touched; always just out of reach. Personality:: Despite having a face of beauty, he holds no vanity in his heart. Rather, the beating organ is the tenderest part of him. It is lame when it comes to trust and love, but can easily succumb to hurt and shame. He is a fragile being. A single insult casts him into a sullen, dismal mood. He is much like a butterfly: beautiful and free, but once captured he withers and dies. Passion erupts within him. If he falls in love with something he becomes bound to it. To the few that befriend him, they find him a very loyal companion. He would do anything for his friends. Many find him a good listener and an excellent shoulder to cry on. He becomes easy to trust. His protective nature offers those around him security. There is still a wall barring him from even his closest friends. He does not allow anyone to cross a line that he has placed around himself. If someone gets too close to him, he runs. In this way, friends that he has made are often hurt by his action. They find it a display of coldness, rather than the true intent. He runs to protect himself, always fearing that his heart of glass will be shattered if he allows someone to touch it. Extra tidbits of information are that he likes anything and everything soft. Be it a cuddly rabbit or a fluffy pillow he savors dragging his fingers along it. The sky is the source of his passion. From sunsets to full moons he can't get enough of gazing up at that vast blanket above him. Laughter, though he can't himself perform it, is also a great delight for him. He loves listening to his friends and loved ones laugh and happily encourages the sweet sound. Physical affection and the closeness of touch is what he cherishes most. Hugs and kisses are things that he frequently participates in. Candy is his weakness. He'll eat anything sweet and isn't afraid to share. Last but not least, Stanley. His childhood teddy bear, worn, torn and missing an eye, is his best friend. He's frequently at his side. The two are never parted from each other unless they absolutely must be. On that note, there are plenty of things that he doesn't like. Physical affection is all very nice, but when it gets too physical he gets frightened. Touching "his place" is a sure way to get him into tears. Anything sexually intimate sends him into panicky fits. Thunderstorms, a much milder topic, scare him, as well. The loud bang of thunder and the flashing lights of lightning send him cowering away from the windows. He can't stand loud noises, such as screaming. At a clatter of pots his hands rise to his ears and clamp down upon them. He finally hates "looks" that he receives. The kind that says, "What a retard" when his mental capacity is superb. He loathes pity that people push upon him. "Poor boy..." is a first class trip to hurting his feelings. History:: Something happened to Angel. No one knows exactly what save for his adoptive father, Stephen, and his psychologist. Mental and physical torment has ripped the boy’s very voice from his throat. For the seven years he’s been with his father, Angel has never spoken a word. Occasionally, he makes sounds of pleasure, anger, or sorrow. As an elective mute, he has the ability to speak but the mental strain of words forbids him from proper speech. Rather, he communicates with a notebook that he flashes up during a conversation. As far as anyone knows, Angel is mentally unstable. He doesn’t speak and has a teddy bear for a best friend. He is the son of a homosexual author and tends to give off unwanted vibes. Many stray from him with these rumors. They never get a chance to know the true boy inside of the childish shell. As a child this was the hardest part of growing up. He was discouraged from games and playing with others his own age. Instead, he grew up alone, sitting by himself on the swing set or making up fantasy worlds where he morphed a simple tree into a castle. Friends were hard for him to make, and trust even harder for him to give up. For this very reason, Stephen signed his son up for Catalpa High School, in hopes that the art of horse whispering would bring out some confidence in his son. Haplessly, this plan is only going to backfire. Angel has never ridden a horse in his life. Though he loves to look at them running by fences, the thought of mounting one frightens him. He’s going to need a lot of practice before he can finally get the courage to get in the saddle. Now, Angel’s in a new school with new people who are good at something he’s never tried in his life. He’s nervous but eager to please his father. Determined to excel, to get a smile on Stephen’s face, he’s prepared to take that first step into becoming what everyone wants him to be: happy. Catalpa Starting Grade:: High School senior. Roommate Preference:: Anyone. Personal Pets:: His cat, Boots; his dog, John (White Husky/Wolf mix). Horse Companion:: None yet. Other Characters:: None. Soon to change. =P OOC Name:: Heart. Character Bio Image:: Click. 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