Beckett was a small, thin boy. He had curly, black hair that barely touched his shoulders; he had icy grey eyes, he was vastly pale. He wore black skinny jeans, a v-neck that was usually a dark shade of blue with a blue and black flannel shirt on top of it. He always wore dirty, old combat boots that were his fathers, years ago.<br/><br/>He walked calmly down the busy streets, watching the ground as he passed by. Not paying attention to the busy streets and sidewalks. He ran into a someone, shocking him. The short, thin boy looked up at the man. "I'm sorry." He stated, believing it was his fault that the man bumped into him. He pushed his black, curly bangs out of his pale face.