[attachment=-1]uploadfromtaptalk1398218736782.jpg[/attachment]<br/>Name: Jace McKenney<br/>Age: 17.<br/>Sex: male<br/>orientation: straight<br/>Defining features: a three inch scar on his left hip from an accident when he was 12 or so.<br/>History: Jace is the second oldest five kids. He has bad separation anxiety from his youngest brother Jameson.<br/><br/>Jace had arrived at the school 6 years, before he turned 11. For as long as he could remember this was his room, with his bed and he had always been alone. Everyone afraid of the odd one with yellow eyes.<br/>He grabbed his laundry basket and headed down the hall to the washing machines. Sorting out his clothes he added bleach to one and fabric softener to both. His phone stated to ring. Glancing at the screen, he saw his moms name pop up. He huffed a sigh and answered the call. "Hello?"<br/>"Hey, Jace. What are you doing?" Jameson's voice crackled across the line.<br/>"Hey short stuff! I'm doin laundry. What are you up to?" He asked his six year old brother, who went off talking about his plans for the day.<br/>That little kid talked and talked. All the way through the wash cycle and halfway through the drying. Jace waved to the RA who made a motion that he needed to speak with Jace. "Hey listen James." He stopped the little boys chatter. "I'm sorry but I have to go and talk with someone. I'll to you later." He felt bad for hanging up on his brother but he had to.<br/>"You have a roommate. He's getting settled in now. You may want to come with me and do your own intros." Jace smirked and nodded. Following Dave, the RA, he ran through things to say in his head.<br/>"Cain, this is Jace, your roommate." Jace extended his hand to Cain who was laying on his bed.<br/>"Well met." He said, lamely.