~|{James Lently}|~

Intro ~|{ "Watch were you're going, idiot." }|~ (⛔NOT BL/GAY⛔) ~ James Lently, you're classic spoiled brat. Rich parents, fake friends, attitude issues. All of it. He doesn't even need to get off the couch, it all comes to him. Ever since he was young, his parents had bought him anything he wanted, toys, candies, devices. Anything. Now, that he grew up and his attitude worsened, they finally realized what they had raised. (Details: A: 21, H: 6'4, dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes) ~ James' father, William Lently, is an owner of a successful company. He wasn't mean or rude, he was just distant and busy. He never had time for James, so he bought him anything he wanted. Just to get him to get occupied. Never played catch with his son, not even tought him about business. He forgot that James would soon take over his company.(Details: A: 49, H: 6'2, dirty blonde hair, kinda grey, deep blue eyes) ~ James' mother, Victoria Lently, used to be a model when she was young. Her name was on the headlines of beauty pagents. She had retired now, she stays at home. Spoiling her only son, her only child.(Details: A: 46, H: 5'3, red hair that is now all grey, hazel green eyes if it even exists) ~ ~|{ I'm not an idiot." }|~ ~ Y/N, she looks pretty innocent. Maybe, adorable? No. Behind her cute exterior lays something... unpleasing. A story of betrayal, murder, sadness. A story of a young girl named Y/N, so soft, so easy to take advantage of. Y/N had two little sisters. Her life was a happy one, not too much money, not too little. Her father had a stable job, and her mother would stay at home and look after them. Once Y/N came home. Her sisters and her mother- Their souless bodies were on the kitchen floor, her father was holding a knife smiling creepy. Blood. Everywhere. She had to run away with nothing but her clothes. Sleeping on the streets. Stealing. Until an old lady took her in and raised her.. but it was too late, Y/N had become cold. The softness had necome stiff. She's 19 now.