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|ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ|

Stefan Johannes

|ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs|

Stef, Stefany, Jo

|ᴀɢᴇ|

18

|ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ|

Male

|sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|

Bicurious

|ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ|

6'0"

|ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ|

Ross Lynch

|ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ|

Senior

|ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ|

How does one say bastard politely? If there was a way to say it, it would embody the essence of Stefan perfectly. He docile, quiet, observant and childish. Lips always curled with an insult just peeking behind them. He's not nice per say, not unless you're persistent in making him someone you want to be with. But he's truly not someone who's company people appreciate for long. He has too much to say, in too calm a tone to say it.

|sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs|

•well toned, a bit of a runner
•has a little black book of info he finds interesting
•need cash? for a favor, you got it

|ғʟᴀᴡs|

•doesnt know when too much, is too much
•is far from being on anyone's good side
•doesnt have much self control

|ʟɪᴋᴇs|

•jewelry and silver
•pretty clothes and ugly ones
•soda and chocolate
•pretty lips and long lashes

|ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs|

•loud mouths and screamers
•stupid people
•being caught off guard
•the smell of cinnamon

|ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ|

He comes from a really quiet and boring seeming household. He lives with his father and his stepmother. Both of whom are barely home. Giving him free range for who knows how long. If there's anything one can tell, he's definitely used to being alone, but as he keeps going on with his actions, it looks like he's getting tired of it.

|ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ|

•he wears a thick silver pendant on his wrist, he's always playing with it absently while people watching or talking.
•he sells his fair share of "accessories" to people
•lately, it seems like he's trying to be nice

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