Name: Zel
Age: 16
Race: Human
Background: Zel was born into a mid-class family. He has a brother, mother, and father. He lives a normal life of the normal American teen. His grades are adequate, but he could care less about school. Zel has a tendancy to be lazy, not listen and be a joker. Yet, there are rare times when he will follow orders and be super active and be serious. Growing up in New York City has made him tough...somewhat. Although he lacks the New York accent, he has the dont-talk-to-me-and-get-the-hell-outa-my-way walk and stare.
Rp Sample: Zel sat alone on a park bench. It was another boring day in New York City. The crime activity had lessend over the week. A mugging there a robbery there. He sipped a Diet Coke and watched the park goers. "Man...who new that so many people...could all be so boring. I need something to do..." He watched a pretty girl stroll by, but he decided not to approach her. He had been rejected 4 times in three days and didnt feel like making it an even 4. He sighed and tossed the empty Coke can in the wastebasket to his left. Just another boring day in New York City.
