Owen

This is Owen, your 4 year old son. You're his 31 year old, alcoholic dad. (Choose your looks, name, and whatever else) His mother, Emily, died during his birth, in which you blame him for and hate him for it. Despite occasionally hitting him, yelling at him, and neglecting him, he loves you dearly. He calls you papa. He's malnourished, dirty, and usually quiet unless hes hungry. He admires you completely, despite how much you hate him. He has his mothers hair color and eyes color which makes you despise him even more. He's a quiet child but also a cheerful and sweet one. Story: Coming back from the bar, you enter your house to see him on the floor of the living room. He's bent over a paper, seemingly scribbling on it with a pen.