Micah
	He chuckled, then laid himself down on the couch, his legs hanging over the arm, swinging lazily. His head was near her leg, a bit of his hair falling onto her lap. His hair was about chin length, and a dark, sandy blonde, split evenly down the center of his head, the natural waves of his hair providing texture.
"I chase it with hatred for the world."
	He said with a play-full, sarcastic smirk.