Brown, straight hair hangs over a furrowed, cheerful face. Glistening blue eyes, set high within their sockets, watch thoughtfully over the homes they've loved for so long. A scar stretching from the bottom of the left cheekbone , running towards the tip of the nose and ending on his left cheekbone leaves a gracious memory of innocence long lost. He's polite, just, creative and perhaps a little too facetious. This is to be expected from somebody with his position. He was born in a wealthy family in an average village. He lived happily until he was about 12 years old, but at that point life changed. He started working for the family company and was strengthening the relationships with friends. With the support of great parents, he struggles to make it in a weird world. But with his wisdom and eagerness, there's nothing to stop him from staying ahead of the game. He could quickly become a force to be reckoned with.