It was a Monday morning in the middle of December. On a cold, snowy morning. In a relatively warm room laying down and sleeping on a bed was a boy. The boy was 16, and was a junior in high-school. His name was Moraine.
The boy lived by himself in a cramped apartment room on the second floor of the building. He attended school at Harte Academy, which wasn't the most prodigious of schools but at the same time wasn't particularly the worst.
He was a creative and innovative person, intelligent and quick thinking. He was calculative but not necessarily a cold person.
At times he was sociable and extroverted while at others he was quiet and introverted. Though he usually kept to himself.
The boy excelled in his academics, receiving high marks and good grades consistently.
He also enjoyed playing video games, as videogames to him were an outlet from the real world, from reality. Immersing himself within games for hours at a time without rest or breaks. He enjoyed many games, and had played almost every genre out there. From games with genres such as fps shooters to mmorpgs, from solo player games to multiplayer ones. There wasn't really a limit to which games he would play on a regular basis. It could be said that he was addicted to playing games, but it was true that he had developed many skills from his years of playing. Skills such as concentration, memorization, problem solving, and critical thinking just to name a few. These skills were those that he spent years developing and mastering.
He partook in sports, such as track. He was also physically fit, not extremely but more than the average person. He was also familiar with self-defense skills.
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