Monday, 27 June 2011
06:43:08 PM (GMT)
Name: Derek Andrew Bovarn.
Age: Nineteen, born on April first.
Appearance: Derek often sports a spikey doo, only adding to his strange but
head-turning way of dressing. Dark brown hair only looks so black when you've got
hairspray and hair-jell in it. He's got blue eyes that he accentuates as apart of his
off-set attire with black eye-shadow under his lid. His teeth are nearly perfectly
straight, but a little discolored at the top due to smoking since the male was
fourteen. He often can be seen wearing cargo pants, cammies, or baggie jeans
alongside a tee-shirt, no shirt, or fish net. At the bottom of it all he wears boots
under or over his clothes, it doesn't matter to him. Usually they're combat boots or
Sometimes he'll wear some wrist bands, bracelettes, necklaces, or general jewelry on
his wrists or neck.
Biography: Derek grew up a decent live with strict parents who wanted nothing
but the best. He acted like their little one-day to be lawyer around them until right
before he moved out. He had perfect grades, was a good athlete, and was rather
popular. As soon as school ended and he was seventeen he finally showed his true
colors. He took flight and moved into the city in the top apartment on Worchester
Boulevard. The male spent most of his time thereafter painting and writing music.
Unlike his attire he fancies indie music and piano, and can play the guitar, drums,
the piano, and the violin.
Anything else?: He was once surrounded by people, but currently surrounds
himself with classical vinyls, restored historical things, and acrylics on canvas.