[♠] Born and 'raised' in NYC.
[♠] Never met his father, nor does he have any information to go on to find him.
[♠] Named after the race horse his father was celebrating winning money off of, the day he was conceived.
[♠] Doesn't mind his first name, though he's found it rather ironic.
[♠] HATES when people add in his middle name. He never writes it out. He's always Lucky B. Riley if he must include a middle initial.
[♠] While he won't do drugs himself, he doesn't really look down on people who do. He just worries about addiction.
[♠] He is, however, terrified of drug dealers, even if it’s the small time stuff.
[♠] Has been on anti-depresses since he was 15.
[♠] Has a burn scar on his left forearm that he is just learning accept he doesn't have to hide all the time (the Florida heat definitely helps to inspire him to drop the long sleeves). His other scars he refuses to talk about.
[♠] Repeating his junior year.
[♠] Is open about his attempted suicide. He doesn't go around telling people, but he is very understanding when other kids are feeling very depressed, and he's willing to use it as an example of how things can turn out for the better if you just wait/work on your problems.
[♠] Gay, and open about it. When he moved in with his family, he told them straight out, before they took him from New York to Florida, afraid they'd change their mind later. He'd rather it would be sooner, but his family was just glad to have him alive.
[♠] Goes back and forth between wanting to be a social worker, a guidance counselor, or an English teacher when he grows up. He worries that the first one would be just too frustrating -- he knows he lied his way around the system.
[♠] Terrified of fire. To the point that cooking on an electric stove is a challenge.
[♠] Also extremely claustrophobic.
[♠] Living with
amberlyjanelle, after her father took him in following his mother's death.
[♠] An avid reader. He spent nearly every day after school at the library until dinner time, if not later, when he was younger.
[♠] Can never answer when people ask him what his favorite book is, he has too many to list.
[♠] He is a closet writer. He doesn't think his writing is good enough, so he keeps it to himself.