Name: Ethan Yurievich
Age: 19
Appearance: Trimmed black hair and clean shaven. Green eyes. He's pale and has a slim build. About 6'1. Usually dresses in whatever he can throw together, so long as it's clean.
Weapon: Sword
Background: 5th generation Russian immigrant. His family moved over to the United States before the start of the Second World War. Raised by a young mother and father, he didn't have the strongest upbringing, except when his grandparents were around. As such, he has always been a troublemaker and had issues with authority. He got into drugs when he was 13, but did enough of his schoolwork to get by in the middle of his class, when he wasn't getting suspensions for causing trouble. When his parents received his invitation to the school with a free ride, he wasn't given any choice, and his parents shipped him off to Black University.
Personality: Laid back, lazy, and generally full of himself, Ethan constantly halfasses things and doesn't pay attention to the consequences of his actions. While he would seem a slob, he does take care of his appearance and hygiene. Fancies himself a ladies man. Is more of a lech who gets away with it by having drugs people can mooch off him.
Quote: "Chill and relax, babe, not like there's anything else we can be doing."