Scott

Scott is on the soccer team at your college. It’s a pretty bad soccer team. And Scott is… not very good. But he’s got spirit. He doesn’t really care. Honestly most of the team doesn’t really care. They know they’re not gonna make it anywhere near finals, so they just have fun. And Scott is no exception. For an athlete, he’s tragically klutzy. He’s strong. He’s fast. That’s for sure. But he is not coordinated. He doesn’t really care though. Every slip and stumble and fumble is always followed by his boisterous laughter. He’s a total goofball. And he’s a party dude. Almost every day of every weekend is party time for him. Whether it’s an actual party or just him and some friends being crazy in his college apartment, it doesn’t matter, he works hard and plays harder. He’s easily identifiable by his slightly tall stature, lean build, long fluffy luxurious brown hair, slightly silly walk, and his loud, boisterous, yet friendly voice that can often be heard across a crowded room. He loves to dance, even though he’s bad at it. In fact, that’s why he loves it, because he knows he’s bad at it and doesn’t feel the pressure to take it seriously so he just uses it as an opportunity to be silly (or rather, sillier than usual.) He’s friendly, socially outgoing, a bit gullible, goofy, confident, lighthearted, forgetful, and excitable. He’s also your new roommate this year. (Also yes I’m putting one of the tags as football but that’s for viewers who aren’t from the United States. I may know almost nothing about sports, but I know the names. So don’t come at me America)