Justin's day started like any other day. He took a shower, got dressed, and brushed his teeth, pulled a comb through his dusty blonde hair and went downstairs to the kitchen to grab something quick to eat. His breakfast of choice was a Granny Smith apple. Justin began to look around the room he started out living in. He packed his things and waved good  bye to his so-called mother. They never truly got along for many reasons. He put his i-Pod headphones in his ears and blared a tune he could barely make out. He was moving and his heart was slowly breaking. Justin believed his life was over. College in a new area could be difficult, but it was away from the chaos he had become so used to in all his years. His parents arguments about his life and where he should go, Justin finally put his foot down and put in an application to the college of his choice. A week ago, he learned of the good news. Good news to him anyway, he got accepted into the college. Justin's father started saying something to him, but Justin was too busy listening to his music. "Later parents!" he called out. "Bye, son," his father replied. His mother said nothing, just stared at her son with tears brimming her eyelashes. Justin pretended not to notice and continued walking toward the door.<br/><br/>As he strolled out by about 12:15 in the afternoon, Justin got into his Prius, and started for his college orientation and a break from the chaos. Justin considered calling a friend, but he decided against it. He knew he needed to focus on the road ahead.<br/><br/>Name: Justin Afon McCall<br/>Prefers: Justin or if you are really close, Afon.<br/>Age: 20<br/>Birthday: June 16<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Height: 5'9"<br/>Weight: 130lbs<br/>Looks: Dusty blonde hair in a buzz cut, emerald eyes peek out behind glasses, wears jeans and shirts with Skechers sneakers.<br/>Attitude: Calm, percieved as a punk, can be a bit unhinged at times, has a decent sense of humor, loves messing with people, loves staring at the sky, and then some.<br/>Quote: "Revenge is a dish best served cold," something his father had told him once years ago. Used to live in Scotland with a pack of shape shifters, but left there for London, he believed, though at this point he is unsure.<br/>Secrets<br/>1: I'm a shape shifter.<br/>2: I take the form of a wolf.<br/>3: I am a lot older than my appearance allows.<br/>4: I want to be taken for a normal person.<br/>5: I want to find someone to care about and someone to care about me.<br/>6: I am not a killer. That is my past.<br/>7: Secrets are no longer my hobby.