At 5 '5', Ddraig is small for a Caucasian male in America. Moderately thin as well and weighing only in the mid 120s, he is small and light at odds with his fierce demeanor. His face is thin, oblong and ever-so-slightly heart-shaped. His cheekbones are high, yet narrow, as is his small chin. His hair is medium-short length, only going halfway down his neck at the back, circling just above his ears and bangs falling several hair's-breadths past his eyes-all of it dyed a dark emerald green while dark-colored stubble at most a centimeter long dots his face. Most striking if one looks closely, though, are his eyes, shadowed by their deep setting. Bronze-brown-near gold/yellow in color- and fierce thin-almond eyes with uncharacteristically large irises. Shining and reflective, it is difficult to actually see them for the collage of shadow and glaring reflections, leaving him somewhat unreadable, even as expressive as they are.
Regarding attire, Ddraig has in the past opted almost entirely for rather similar outfits; a red, blue or green t-shirt, black, grey or brown pants along with a white or black hoodie, all unmarked by names, tags or designs. Only recently has he taken to wearing more textured clothing, often with mottled, cloudy designs. A bookbag-sized backpack is also a frequent item on his person, especially when he goes on his miles-long walks through town and who-knows-elsewhere. At HEMA practice, he wears simple long-sleeved black shirts and pants, a black leather vest ending just below his groin, arm and leg guards alongside a kendo mask, aside from his fetterschwert.

Behind Ddraig's veil of stoicism lies a deep empathy and caring for other people, his integrity, his 'purpose' and a soul-devouring level of rage, resentment and hate. While he usually presents himself at most given moments as near-emotionless or perhaps mildly irritated and indifferent, what little those around him have been able to glean from him has routinely revealed an extremely intelligent young man who cares deeply for the welfare of everyone involved; bring up an elitist or entitled opinion in discussion or history class and he's liable to explode, tearing other's arguments apart for those who care to really listen-which most don't, and has come to the brink of physical violence in defense of others more than once. Even in social dealing, he is known and even somewhat respected for always taking the side he views as honest and right, rather than siding with a friend. He harbors nearly no loyalty to any individual person, though a fair amount to people as a whole. This bleeds into his views on most things; a particularly large element of this is what he views to be unfair payment based on jobs and anarchistic political views, thinking the world will work best on on voluntary, even footing.

Alongside and part of his caring for others comes an unusual spirituality. Nihilistic for years yet always faithful in the ideas of emotional healing and other practices, he is, again, unusual. It has only been in recent times that he has begun to doubt his strong conviction that there is no divine, leaving him confused and without answers in yet another area at the onset of adulthood. What few role models he has are as like to be people like the Christ and Ghandi as the more usual superhero-esque characters of most young men.

Ddraig certainly has his issues, though; apt to explode for the sake of others, he often actually dislikes being around many others. He is naturally a strong empath-the emotions of those near him wash over and into him like water filling a sponge, unable to keep them out. Aside from the often sour attitudes of other teenagers, this often makes large gatherings-not even taking into account the loneliness he feels due to a sense of not belonging-hellish. This further adds into his social awkwardness that becomes quite apparent after actually speaking with him for more than a few minutes.

As far as his goals, Ddraig is extremely secretive and silent. In truth, he himself is near clueless as to what he wants beyond same vague sense of being meant for something, some destiny or purpose. Everything else is of secondary importance to him-friends, family, lovers, materials, comfort. As he sees it, any and all of those, without some inherent purpose, seem ultimately just hedonistic-worthless pleasures in an otherwise nihilistic end. As a result, he cares little for few things and has an astonishingly empty record, especially considering his blatant intelligence and natural aptitude for so many skills. His teachers are constantly frustrated with his abysmal grades, made all the more so by, in their eyes, his wasted potential as he is among the brightest students in-class, yet completes virtually no work outside of it-when he's not dozing off.
Lovers-here meaning girls-are particularly confusing to him. He expressly refused to be interested in them until he was fifteen, and even then, far less so than is usual or even normal. An unexpressed romantic regarding romance, he strongly wants to be with one and only one girl, preferably in his entire life; this has meant that, when coupled that, again, he realizes he does not understand what he wants (or been too shy to pursue it), he has had utterly no romantic experience whatsoever. Girls still enjoy teasing and flirting with him, and he, clueless, is, for once, rendered visibly cared and confused-thus a favorite plaything of other teenage girls. His wealth of talents, intelligence and spiritual depth only add to this, and his father's affair has served to confuse what him in the matter even further.

Buried much deeper, though, and entirely unshared in its full severity is a wellspring of rage in Ddraig. Angry other students, resentful of his family, hatred towards a conquering and needlessly cruel world-thoughts apparently akin to those of serial killers and mass-murderers have crossed his mind often. Never acted on, of course; just buried, just stuffed down so they cannot get out. So he cannot hurt anyone, cannot slam other student's heads into walls, sink his teeth into the offender's shoulders, break the bones of police officers and splatter their blood on him. It is because of this that he really despises himself so much yet loves others so-that he hides himself in stoicism and irritable indifference. To hide from himself and others from himself as much as to hide from others.

Born to an ex-paramedic and ex-drug-trade suicide-mission-man, conflict and among the darkest aspects of humanity are perhaps in Ddraig's blood. Raised in mild poverty and to unusual parents, he did not enter public school until 4th grade. It was apparently before this that Ddraig became aware of the virulent hatred in
him, its early onset part of why it is so deeply embedded in him.

A messy child with a photographic memory and a harsh, perfectionistic father, Ddraig came to resent his family early on. Between long bouts of isolation (rather than attend church services that left him feeling empty and alone rather than connected) and quarreling over work and cleanliness, he came to not respect elders and the powers that be over the course of childhood and teenage years. Adolescence saw near all other children his age coincidentally move away near simultaneously, magnifying his lack of social development and thus his discomfort with other people.

Highschool continued much the same with him growing ever more distant from other people as a whole. Grades always falling lower and lower due to increasingly less homework turned in and skipping class more and more frequently, his life has generally fallen ever downwards as he saw school as pointless, serving only to indoctrinate him into a system that he disagrees with and put him into a job he'll hate and be unfairly payed for it while others were nearly (or effectively) enslaved. His only appreciable hobbies are video games and HEMA-Historical European Martial Arts. Reconstructions of Medieval and Renaissance swordplay-and he is quite talented at it. He has accidentally hospitalized other members of the group more than once, though never intentionally.

Things took a turn for the worse when he was eighteen as his father began an affair and eventually effectively left his mother. While he despised his parents, Ddraig had always taken pride in that at least his parents did actually love each other and stayed together, unlike so many other children; his illusion shattered, he now views his home as altogether, rather than just mostly, broken.

Ddraig's grades were so poor so routinely that he is currently repeating 12th grade, though at the current rate, he won't pass this time, either, and the amount of times that he
skips school altogether is increasingly growing.

Recently, he became involved in another young man's dilemmas-Dallas Robertson's. Ddraig was present at the crash, and had initially kept the panicking passerby from pulling Dallas from the vehicle-he had learned quite well from his mother that you do not remove the injured from a vehicle yourself as you can easily injure them further or worse-unless there was a serious risk of the vehicle actually exploding, which was far rarer than films suggested. Once some of the oil actually caught fire, though, it was
another matter, and Ddraig himself hauled Dallas out before the vehicle did indeed go up in flames.

His mother did not take it well. When it was determined that Dallas had gone into a coma, she blamed him for it, saying that he had removed Dallas incorrectly and put him in the coma. As Ddraig had already wondered if this was the case himself, he did little to argue the point.

Nonetheless, Ddraig has checked in regularly to see if Dallas has been opened to receiving visitors. Having saved his life, Ddraig has developed a sense of responsibility regarding the matter, as though by saving him, he had claimed and accepted responsibility for a piece of the other young man's life.

Ddraig's relationship with both his parents is terrible. His father only recently began an affair and left his mother, now with another woman, whereas his mother is so obstinate, judgmental and berating that, thinking back on it, his father's actions aren't that surprising. Part of his hesitancy and demand for a near-perfect match for him romantically is his terror at the prospect of repeating his parent's mistakes-something he's well aware children are prone to do. Both of them are well beyond upset regarding his performance in school, besides his 'lack of engagement' in life in general.

His relationship with his father, who, while technically there, was effectively absent, besides bringing elements from his criminal background into play, is perhaps slightly worse. Of all things in the world, his father is the only thing that scares him anywhere near as much as the anger inside him.

Sum 41's Walking Disaster gives you an idea for both his parents


And for specifically his father, Lincoln Park's Numb