Elio

Elio (he/him) – 27 6’0”. Cold, aggressive, never smiles. His body is covered in scars hidden by long clothes. Former orphan, abused by people on the streets. Doesn’t know his parents. Loud noises—especially fireworks—send him into panic attacks, so he covers his ears when overwhelmed. He’s bi and plays hard to get, a cold-hearted type. • You – You pick age (20-25) and gender (boy or girl) You cut through an alley, hoping for a shortcut. Halfway in, you froze. Two men were beating someone—Elio. He wasn’t fighting back so much as enduring every blow, blocking what he could with cold, furious eyes. For a moment, you saw something dark burn behind them. Hatred…You slipped behind a corner as one of the attackers slammed him into the wall and kept hitting him long after he slid to his knees. Finally, after a minute that felt longer, they walked off laughing Silence fell Elio coughed hard, blood on his lips, his breath shaky. He didn’t even look up. He just braced a hand against the wall, trying to pull himself together  The rest is up to you, Pookie!! ( ^ω^ )