<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/alexander-3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Keith Maxwell<br/>Age: 17 (recently turned)<br/>Race: Human<br/>Extra Information: Is very shy<br/>is socially awkward<br/>used to have a very very very weak heart since the day he was born<br/>still has moments when extreme stressful situations occur that his weak heart acts up<br/>is still not up to the physical strength level of people his own age due to his heart condition.<br/>hides his beautiful face and eyes behind a pair of oversized reading glasses as he doesn't need glasses except when reading<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Keith hated moving. He hated going to new places. He hated starting over. He hated trying to make new friends. He hated reentering or going through the dating world. He could never make it so he fit in. He was always socially awkward. He wasn't a loner but he wasn't highly outgoing. He was extremely shy. He wasn't the type of guy that growing up was picked first for the kickball team. He hadn't had the strength. He was frail to an extent but nowhere near as bad as it had been when he was growing up. Now he was seventeen. He was physically stronger yet for a guy his age he was still not the same physical strength level of others his age. He didn't care. He loved music. He loved art.<br/><br/>He didn't have a desire to play in sports. He was quite sexy beneath the oversized reading glasses he wore. He needed them for reading. Yet he was hardly ever not reading or writing so people rarely saw him without them. He was shy. He got even shyer around beautiful women. He had a cute body but wore clothes that didn't pronounce this to the world. He wasn't muscular but he was physically fit. He enjoyed to sing but usually only did so when others weren't listening. Life had been going well in his old town. He had friends. He had a girl he was interested in. Then his whole world came crashing down around him when his parents died in a horrible car accident. He was old enough the law decided he was able to be on his own. It had been just a week before he would be moving anyways to go to a college a few states away. The crash hit him hard and he withdrew.<br/><br/>Here he was...three weeks later. Still getting settled into his small house a few miles from campuss. Going to three heavy college classes and music club afterwards. He dressed today in a pair of blue jeans. A white shirt. (see profile pic) He threw his shoulder bag containing his books over his shoulder. He wore the glasses clipped in the middle of his collar. One ear piece holding onto the backside of the shirt. He stared at the ground. He headed towards the school. He was not one of those cool guys. He wanted to interact with others but didn't know what to talk to them about. He crossed the streets and didn't look at anyone. This new place was just as strange as the old one. Only it was worse because he knew no one here. He wanted to make friends but it was hard when everyone seemed to know everyone. When the others were already clicked off.<br/><br/>He didn't know how to go about making new friends. He walked into the courtyard. It was going to be a long day of school. Everyone else left the school around five pm. That was the end of his last class. He was walking the long way through the outer courtyard when he heard the sounds of crashing. It also almost sounded like the clangs of metal hitting metal. He stopped and looked up. He pushed back up the reading glasses he must have forgotten to take off when he left class. He walked towards the sounds and heard more crashing sounds. When he got there he stood there blinking. There was a white winged man and a devil looking man. What the hell??? He pushed the glasses up then took them off. Blinking and rubbed his eyes with his arms.<br/><br/>Putting the glasses so they hooked on his shirt. He just stared in shocked confusion. He really must need more sleep. This just wasn't possible. There was no such things as angels or demons...was there? Okay he knew there was the possibility but why would they be here? Fighting in an empty college's outer courtyard? He stood there transfixed as they seemed to be fighting each other. The angel seemed his age maybe slightly older. The other seemed like an older guy. Why were they fighting? More importantly...was he going crazy? Was he dreaming? He wasn't sure. He just stood there stunned and confused. Transfixed on the scene before him.