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"Lets burn this place to the ground, baby"(Male)

Name:
David "Crow" Rossen
Nickname:
Crow is technically a nickname- but he's been called it since 2nd grade, also Davey.
Gender:
Cis Male
Pronouns:
He/Him
Species:
Human
Sexuality:
Bi
Age:
17
Personality:
If a firecracker was a person, it would be Crow. Some people are all bark and no bite, but crow will cuss you out and then beat the shit out of you- or at least attempt to. He's definitely lost quite a few fights, but he's not afraid to play dirty and has brought a box cutter to a fist fight more than once. As the song says
'I know wrong, I know right- but I just love to pick a fight'
He's loud, and crude, and vulgar, and can be a little bit blunt, and a little bit of a flirt, but he's really rather sweet. He cares about people he's close to and isn't particularly fond of people of people who pick on those that are weaker than them. He cares a lot about social issues as well- If someone couldn't tell by the plethora of patches on his jacket.
Likes:
Fire- he really really likes fire. He also likes art, has a bit of a caffeine addiction, his dog Brutus, reptiles, hanging out with his friends, picking out outfits, fights. general civil disobedience and doing stuff that is definitely illegal but not like- super illegal. Like graffiti and... stealing street signs...- but only the not really important ones.
Dislikes:
people in positions of authority, being compared to his brother, having to literally anything he doesn't want to do, slugs freak him out because as he says 'they're like fucking- knockoff snails! Bootleg snails. Disgusting.', bland food, and ignorant people
Looks:
Crow has always been rather fond of his height- standing at a whopping 6'7 he towers over most people and seemed to quite enjoy that fact, usually wearing boots with large platforms to make himself taller- even though he has a bit of a slouching problem. He's tan, spending a lot of time outside also gives him an almost permanent red appearance across his nose and cheeks and his shoulders- along with more freckles than stars in the sky. His eyes are a bright icy blue that he thinks looks nice with His hair, which is long and had at one point been blond but is now green on the ends and the rest has long since been dyed black- and he doesn't exactly have intentions of taking it out.... mostly because he can't. Using splat hair dye is one of his many regrets in life. It's pretty long, going down to his shoulders and very fluffy. Most people would consider him pretty attractive, with a sharp and straight high roots nose like ones often see on Greek statues. He usually has a bit of a scruff on his face- but didn't overly fond of facial hair so he doesn't let it get much longer than the scuff and often goes back and forth between the scuff and a clean shave. His skin, especially his hands, is covered in scars. From fights, getting injured doing dumb stuff, some particularly aggressive arrests, and he burns his hands a lot.
He also has unusually large canine teeth, which he seemed to like quite a lot.
General style:
Crow is almost never found without both a  large amount of jewelry (including quite a few face piercings(both sides of his nose, middle of his lip, all up both of his ears, tongue, left eyebrow)) and his jacket. It's a very old black denim jacket with patches, pins, safety pins, and spikes all over it- and even a monster energy drink that he cut the label off of and 'stitched' on there.
Family:
an older brother, and his mom and dad.
Other:
Growing up- Crow was always in his brother's shadow, he was the perfect all American boy-golden child. Blond hair, blue eyes- football player who everyone loved and got straight A's. Then When crow got into highschool- already a giant, people held him up to the same standard. Problem was that crow wasn't exactly good at school, and didn't like sports, and was much more loud and much less nice than his older brother. One day he had enough of it- he grew out his hair and showed up to school with it dyed black and green. He started getting piercings and finally one day he had the bright idea to set a trash can on fire in the school bathroom-and was nearly expelled. Sure he was now a smudge on the record of his otherwise perfect little family, but he was definitely no longer held to the same expectations as his brother.

Scenario:
You were ready to go home. It had been a long night and you had been at this party for way to long. It was loud and there was so many lights and frankly you were just overstimulated and stressed out. You retreated to the bathroom- which seemed to be unoccupied. But when you closed the door behind you the shower curtain suddenly pulled back to reveal someone laying in the empty tub.
It was a very tall boy, with his big clunky black boots propped up and hanging out of the bathtub.
"You need something, babes? Or are you also enjoying the only quiet place in this Hellhole that people call a house?" He asked, letting one arm hang out of the side of the tub as he sipped on a beer.
"Because unfortunately if it's the latter, the tub is already occupied. Feel free to find someplace else comfy in here though. I believe all the other bathrooms and bedrooms are being used for what some people may refer to has- getting to third base."