((S'alright. I'm better without structure, anyway. 8D

.......

No, that isn't true. Im just weirder without structure. xD))

Name~ Allen Wednesday. [Lols I couldn't help it. xD]]

Age- 16

Gender- Male

Appearance- Allens style could be called Punk. Or emo. Or possibly goth... Well, really, it's too unique to be classed as any of those. His hair is snowy white, naturally spikey, and down to his jaw line. It has a stripe of red going from his forehead to his neck, thin, about five centimeters wide [think mohawk postitioning] . He has an earing, a single, jet black spider, about the size of a pea, and a stud on his ottom lip. His skin is pale, though not porcelain, and his eyes are heterechromic, i.e. different colours. One is electric blue, the other is grass green. He wears a sleeveless, black and white check shirt, as well as a fingerless cloth glove with stripes in blue, orange, pink, green, red, and yellow, in that order, on his left hand. On his right is a fingerless batting glove. His pants are black, denim, skinny jeans, and he wears big, bulky runners, which are black and red. 

Personality- Allen is, in a word, a bad boy. He doesn't break rules for the hell of it, but will if he believes they are stupid/annoying/illogical. Contrary to popular belief, he is incredibly smart, always getting straight As. He has an intense hatred for people he considers 'bimbos' and 'show-off guys', preferring to stay by himself rather than even speak to them. This is, in fact, what he does.

History- Abandoned by his parents before his first birthday, he was left at the steps of the orphanage and left for dead. Exactly who his parents were is still unknown, but unlike most kids, Allen doesn't delude himself into believing that his parents had a reason to give him up. He feels he was genuinely unwanted.

 ((PERFECT, because she's a stuck up goody-goody. xD))

Name: Nena Erin Lane

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: Nena has waist length auburn hair that she usually wears in some sort of updo and bright green eyes. She is tall and thin, but she's got curves. She wears nice clothing a lot of the time, and is quite girly.

Personality: She tries to look towards the bright side of things, and often wears a fake smile and uses pleastantries, as she is a debutante type girl. She is often going on about how she can't wait for her coming-of-age ball, and spends a lot of her free time gossiping with other girls about scandals. She is very proper and snooty, and tends to judge people on their apperance --if someone looks like riff-raff, then they obviously are. Since she is an only child, her parents spoil her, but they've always wanted a son, and she's afraid they may resent her for that. 

History: Her parents aren't exactly rich, but they're quite well-off, and she's used to getting everything she wants. Her parents tried multiple times to have a son, but she was their first born, and they couldn't seem to have another child after that.

[[Also, forgot to ask. What time setting is this in? xD]]

[[Lols. I just couldn't tell 'cos of the 'coming of age ball' thing xD Sounds so un-modern. lols. Ignore me. xD]]

Allen got off the bus, his social worker, a disgustingly neat, prim lady, stepping off next to him. In the pouring rain, his snow white hair stuck to his head, the stripe down the middle flattening out on both sides. His eyes had a slightly bored ex
pression in them, a look of 'I've seen it all before'. Well, in truth, he had. He walked casually and with a quick enough pace, his usual gait, the woman struggling to keep up. Eventually, she caught his arm. ''Allen!'' She said. Allen just glared at her, the bored ex
pression still on his face.
''Yes?'' He replied, his voice smooth and cool, not a hint of emotion to be shown.
''Slow down! There's no hurry.'' The boy just rolled his eyes and carried on walking as he had been, in the direction of a fair sized house, just down the road. It had a big enough garden, front at least, and steps leading up to the patio. He swung the front gate open, climbed the steps, and rang the bell. The prim lady stepped up next to him, glaring at him malevolently, before plastering a perfectly fake smile on her face and folding her arms, waiting.

[[Lololol.]]

''Oh. Hello. Um, no need to be worried child. This is your new brother.'' The prim lady glared at Allen again, moving him over slightly with her elbow to stand in front of the girl. Allen just gave an amused smile, the stud in his lower lip clicking silently against his teeth. His boredom had disipated almost entirely. This girl was so neat, so trim and prim, so... so... Fake. She reminded him more of a barbie doll than a person. Was this false girl to be his new sister?

Oh goody goody. This would be fun. He hoped the mother wasn't as trim and fake, but figured she probably was, and if not, much worse. God help him now.

''Thank you.'' The social worker replied, following the mother, slightly wary of what damage Allen would cause while he was alone with that girl. This would be his second family this month. 

''I didn't say.'' He replied rather bluntly. ''I'm Allen, anyway. And you are...?'' He asked. He was surpised she hadn't been told his name already. Most of the time, any siblings he might have were told of his arrival, shown pictures of him that were seriously outdated, and told his name. Oh well. He hated the way she picked through her words, choosing them as if that changed the obvious meaning behind the words. That he wsn't welcome here.