Song-Inspired OC: Painkiller - Ruel

Birth Name: Simon Danchey

Legal Nickname: Sammy; Sammy D

Age: 24

Height: 5 feet 8 inches

Weight: 140 pounds

Hair Color: That mahogany brown color

Hair Texture & Length: Loose bouncy curls for days. Keeps an undercut but is constantly considering letting it all grow out. Curls stretch to past his ear.

Eye Color: Green-brown

Eye Shape: Doe eyes, thick dark lashes

Skin Color: That deep mahogany kind of dark chocolate; Smooth, my man, smooth

Occupation: The ultimate part-timer. Works at the corner store as a cashier, the library downtown helping with stock, the car wash in that one quiet part of the neighborhood that is somehow always busy

Favorite Color: Blue and Purple

Favorite Food: Mexican food. Authentic, frozen dinners, food trucks, and even that cheap crap from fast food restaurants.

Favorite Drink: Horchata

Tattoo(s): None but would like sleeves on both of his arms if he ever has enough money to afford them

Piercing(s): Right and left lobes.

Style: London street fashion. He loves trench coats, sweater vests, sneakers, oxfords, loafers, work boots and combat boots. Likes scarves and watches as well. Seems to always wear the same tiny gold hoops in his ears. 

Backstory/Personality (AKA me rambling to find a coherent storyline AKA author/creator notes): He's got an accent that even makes his parents question which side of the family he got it from. Tends to sound like he's Australian though, as far as he or his parents know, they don't have any in their blood. Skips out on his anxiety medication all the time as well as his anti-depressants. He doesn't tell anyone though. Feels like the pain is the only thing that reminds him what it means to actually feel something. Loves going to the park and just people watching when he has the time. That's the only time to catch him without his earbuds in or headphones on, unless he's at work. He works almost all day, every day and manages to surprise those around him when he actually has a day off. Has enough money to get by comfortably, all earned on his own. Goes to therapy. Used to go to group sessions and then switched to three times a week one-on-one sessions, then two times a week. He now only goes once a week. Doesn't really believe in his own happiness but he believes it's a thing for others. Likes to pretend he has hope though to make others smile. He's the only child from his absolutely adoring parents. He's constantly trying to really understand where his depression and anxiety even come from but he's sure it has to do with the fact that he feels like he's always having an existential crisis, that whole "I'm so tiny in a world so big" mentality. Takes long walks through the concrete jungle he lives in on a regular basis. Doesn't own a car and doesn't want one. Knows how to ride a bike but has never tried to own his own and has never asked for one either. He walks to work and everywhere else he has to go. Enjoys jogging in the park at the crack of dawn or just after the sun has gone down. His whole persona tends to scream "I miss you but I'd rather be alone." Very friendly but he doesn't hang out with his friends often, though they are almost always inviting him out. He smiles a lot and it's what keeps hope on his mind. He's in love with the brother and sister (they're twins) that always come into the corner store and buy the same thing all the time. He's fascinated by them and they've actually become his closest friends. He isn't sure if his love for them is platonic or romantic but he's infatuated with them either way and often just stares at them with hearts and stars in his eyes when they talk. The only two people besides his parents that get his undivided attention. Well, them and the family dog, Mickey (He calls him M&M), and cat, Sun (He calls her Sunny or Sunshine). Doesn't really have any dreams for his life and he's okay with that.

Thank you for reading, my loves.