[i]Name:[/i] N/A

[i]Gender:[/i] He is a sir.

[i]Age:[/i] He's somewhere between young and middle-aged.

[i]Appearance:[/i] He has a plaid shirt that he apparently liked to roll up to his elbows. He does that sometimes, just for the sake of trying to be like his former self. His jeans are in the style called "bootcut." He has a pair of black and white shoes that are called "Converse," based on the fact that the word is on the tongue of the shoes. As for his body, he has a bit of muscle, but he definitely couldn't be described as strong nor weak. 

[i]Height:[/i] This guy is on the short side. He is 160.2 centimeters tall, or 5'3''.

[i]Weight:[/i] He's got an average weight of around 137 lbs.

[i]Hair colour:[/i] His hair is black and very wild, but at the roots of his hair, it's orange. Does that mean he dyed it?

[i]Eye colour:[/i] His eyes are light, bright blue.

[i]Skin tone:[/i] His skin is either really pale or really red, depending on how long he was outside without sunblock, and it's normally a combination of both.

[i]Notable features:[/i] While he has no scars(save for some really weird circles in his ears that are big enough to notice but not big enough to put anything in), he does have an oddly shaped birthmark on his jawline and way too many freckles on his arms and face.

[i]Personality:[/i] The best word for this guy is sarcastic. Most of his thoughts and words drip sarcasm like he just took a shower in the stuff. If for some reason he isn't spouting off witty and sarcastic jokes, then the situation is probably really serious. In such situations, he doesn't know what to do. If tears, blood, or sweat are involved, he isn't sure what he should do. Normally he'll say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, or simply freeze up. In other words, this man isn't the one you want to be around when the going gets tough. He doesn't have much determination and will normally give up rather than keep going. Of course, enough about all his flaws - this man has some stuff to be praised for as well. He's more creative than he gives himself credit for, and he has a knack for jokes and witty comments. His memory is on the good side as well. The only fault in his memory is that he can't remember a single thing about himself. However, that might not actually be his fault. The point is that his memory is almost photographic.

[i]Back story:[/i] N/A

[i]Fears:[/i] His biggest fear is death.

[i]Loves:[/i] His favorite things are cute animals, anything that can make him laugh, and any situation where being an adult is not necessary.

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[hider=Writing Sample]There once was a cave troll who had no home. She moved around from place to place with her most prized possession - a folding box that sits on your lap and has a bright screen. Or, as the teenagers called it, a laptop. In each home, she'd lie on the stranger's couch and use their internet connection for as long as they weren't home. Each stranger acted the same - they'd scream and shout. Some of them pulled out their phones and called the cops - as if the cops could do anything to her. Others would grab a weapon and "warn her," whatever that meant. Either way, she'd take her prized possession and leave. Normally she'd sneak into someone else's house and take their food and use their internet, but on this particular day, the cave troll only wanted a warm bed to sleep. This was weird, since she never needed sleep. After all, she had internet connection - why sleep when you have internet connection? So the cave troll walked until she found a place called the "hotel." She walked inside and found that no one tried to stab her, shoot her, or call the cops on her just from seeing her face. That was a nice change. The cave troll walked around and found a weird contraption. The doors slid open and closed and made people disappear. The cave troll was curious about where they went, so she stepped inside. There were buttons on the wall, so she pushed a random button. The box-like contraption opened back up half a minute later. She came out and saw a bunch of doors. The cave troll walked up to one of the doors and tried to open it, but the door was locked. The cave troll smiled. Lock-picking was her expertise. A minute later, the door was completely busted, and the cave troll propped it up to look like it was closed. The cave troll explored her room. There was a large bed, a large television, a large mirror, and a weird room off to the side with some awkward-looking chair and a weird device that took up the entire wall. There was a curtain on the front of the device and some buttons and levers on the inside of it. When the cave troll moved a lever, water shot out from a hidden trap above her head. The cave troll screamed and ran out of the room and hid underneath the covers of her bed. But the damage was already done. 
And that's how the cave troll learned how to live in civilization among real people.[/hider]