Character+Description

Andrew Drake was only 15, abandoned by his friends and family he was completely and utterly alone. He lived by himself in a small house that was paid for by his parents before they left. Now he stayed in this small house confined in one room for fear that if he ever left he’d be swallowed by the shallowness of the world that seems to infect everyone now and days. Physically Andrew was small, skinny, and malnourished. His hair was a tangle bunch of curls that were just past his shoulders. He wore the same clothe for days at a time not caring that he probably smelt worst then a wet dog. Andrew occasionally ate, but it was normally delivery so that he could avoid as much physical contact with the outside world as possible. He also ate small critters that found their way inside of his house. He’d eat flies, centipedes, and the occasional rats that managed to sneak into the house. He was covered in zits from all the greasy food and the little showering he did. He was a mess, yet so innocent. He didn’t understand why the world was the way it was. He didn’t understand why people murdered one another. He didn’t understand why things happened. he didn't understand how to function in a civilized manner.