William, walking down the street, doing his best to avoid everyone that came near his path, his right hand grasped tightly to his left arm, whilst his view stayed pasted to the floor. His shoes made a lilt as they hit the floor, as if it brang attention William clearly didint want, his face was a pale of white, one of his honey suckle eyes were shut and the other only half open, enabling him to be able to see and not trip up. The same thought kept running through his mind however "Why the Hell did I come out today, I don't like the people here, their so creepy. I don't know how to handle them." It was out of either shyness or fear that William tried to avoid contact with others, perhaps it was the gentle upbringing he had? Or maybe the horrors he was able to create.<br/><br/>Suddenly stopping in his tracks he felt something run over his right foot, in a sudden out burst of emotion "Oww you ran over my toe..." He held his foot up keeping complete balance on his body, he shook his foot left to right feeling the zips of annoying pain running from the beginning of his toe and up to the heel of his foot. Mummbling to himself "Why did he do that, it hurt and I don't really know how to deal with much pain." His tone of voice felt sorry for himself but at the same time, it always sounded lonely, it wasnt him bring whiney but the fact that he honestly had too much to learn in such a short periode of time.<br/><br/>A master of Necromancy as well as having a expert training himself with his scythe that he summons, and yet can't handle a little pain. Others would call him weak and pathetic but that wasnt the case at all, his white complexion, slender body and unusual insignia tatooed across his right eye was something to behold. Infact he may use his whiney nature as a mask considering he doesnt like contact, in anycase William wanted a place to sit down and have a drink after that encouter with the person who ran his poor toe over. "I guess that shop over there will do" his voice changing the tone as if he wasnt sure what he was saying was right. He instead tried to pull a smile to boost his confidence, but that didint exactly turn out correct either.<br/><br/>Giving up the goose of faking his own confidence, he opened the doors, still holding his left arm with his right hand and made his way in queue, standing next to a boy who had ordered a Large Chai Tea Latte, he did notice something firmiliar with his voice, his head was down at the time when his toe was ran over but the responce that was given. Was this the boy who ran over his toe, well if that was the case he wasnt sure to either confront him or just think of nasty names in his head. He'll go with the nasty names, beginning with "I don't like you". Really? Was that the best I can do? William thought to himself, he shook his head giving up on both terms of confrentation and instead quietly waited in line, his toe still aching. William would have to sit down soon.<br/><br/>However he did seem out of place, partial bloody bandages covered the top of his head, right eye, wrists and hands. Though he never knew he was drawing so much attention until now, "Ohh...I-I don't know how to handle this situation" he shook his head once more, again giving up and waiting in line to order.