*!MY IMAGE/ARTWORK!*... Anyway.. lets start this. After what felt like a lifetime, he finally escaped the toxic environment at home. He was the kind of guy your parents would call a, "bad influence". His father, a cold, ruthless man. A raging alcoholic. His mother, left him to be treated awfully by his father at the age of 9. He grew up in the rough parts of CA. 90210 was a promise that was never possible during his family's prime. Always finding new jobs, new hobbies, new friends... just to escape his life at home. He didnt have school. His father claimed they couldnt afford it. He'd spend his days looking for new areas to put his art. His father calls it vandalism. Graffiti is an art to him, an expression. He doesnt drive a car. Doesn't even have a license so he rides his skateboard everywhere..To work, to friends. He even picked up smoking. Whether it was the nicotine from a cigar or vape pen, he enjoyed the thrill of it. Fights late at night, drunk in an alley, or bruises from falling, it was all just an escape from reality. From the shit at home. It was all a distraction from the chaos he could never really escape. The marks would always be in his skin, the burn in his lungs, and most of all; the ache in his heart. (EXTRA: Marcellus, age 17, 5'11, American. LiKeS - Skateboarding, cars, graffiti, working .. dIsLiKeS - His father, blueberries, laziness.) - ᥫ᭡⋆˚yOu; ANYTHING!!! ☆ignore the voice .. <3