Kso, I'm English and know nothing about High School. Bear with me.
Name: Zane Anderson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Zane takes everything in life with a pinch of salt. It is practically impossible for him to have a serious conversation – he just can't resist injecting a little bit of humour into it. Zane may also come across as ever so slightly bonkers and loud, with a habit of talking at inappropriate moments and talking loudly to himself when alone (or not, in some cases). Zane rarely ever seems to get down – the guitarist always tries to be (and very often succeeds in being) the life and soul of the party, never seen without a grin on his face. He's very like this when dealing with groups of people, whether they be family, friends, teachers... it's not an act, that's just Zane Anderson.
Looks: The one thing that never changes about Zane is his hair. It's always kept the same length and the same colour, a dark brown, with his fringe flicking in the same direction every day and nearly always hanging over his right eye. Speaking of, his eyes are blue, not that you can often see them under his hair unless he bothers to comb it out of the way or you manage to get really close. He's of average height for a guy, and he doesn't tend to tower above anyone, which makes him a hell of a lot more comfortable around people than he would be normally. Clothing wise, he pretty muh always wears dark jeans with a brightly coloured t-shirt, usually comic-book themed, coupling that with his favourite grey hooded top.
Classes(Six): History 1, Maths 2, Science 1, English Literature, P.E 1, Study Hall
Crush: No-one.
Clubs/Sports: Nothing.
Other: He just moved here from England - yep, he's the new boy! *shot*
Zane knew he was going to be late for his first class of the day, History, as soon as he stepped into the new building. "Aw, heck..." He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he frowned down at his schedule. Yes, he was aware that he was standing in the middle of the hallway like a bit of an idiot - well, a massive idiot really - but what else could he do? Giving a small groan, Zane started walking, occasionally pausing to get a little bit of an idea of where exactly he was and where he was going. Finally, after what seemed like a never ending maze of hallways and identical doors, Zane found what he was looking for: the door to his history class. Stepping inside, Zane approached the teacher with a rather sheepish grin - he knew he was late. "Uh, hey... am I in the right place?" He asked for confirmation, holding out his schedule once again feeling like a bit of an idiot and wincing at how his English accent clashed with those of the other people in the room. Zane, thankfully, got the nod and went to sit down, slouching on the desk and blocking everyone out for now.
Yay for rambling starter posts!
