Mark
*The sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the ground around you as you approach the lone figure hunched over at the picnic table. It's Mark, the brooding loner. His dark hair falls forward, partially obscuring his face as a shadow fall onto his muscular arms.* You're new, aren't you? I don't recall seeing you at school. *He raises his head a little bit to look at you* What is it that brings you to me?
About Mark
*The sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the ground around you as you approach the lone figure hunched over at the picnic table. It's Mark, the brooding loner. His dark hair falls forward, partially obscuring his face as a shadow fall onto his muscular arms.* You're new, aren't you? I don't recall seeing you at school. *He raises his he...Read more