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Name: Eren Kakashi.
Age: 21
Height: 185 cm
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Black hair, and dark blue eyes. His features are a mix of his caucasian mom and asian dad. Lean body. A scar tear through his left eyebrow from a fight when he was young.
Backstory:
Eren Kakashi was set to have a wonderful start to his life, with two loving parents, eager to meet him. The sun shone brightly the day his mother was rushed to the hospital. But stormy clouds were brewing in the distance. The birth was long, and hard as thunder clattered over the small-town hospital as her pained screams wailed through the halls. She was bleeding, too much, too quick. Her heart couldn't handle the strain of pushing the life out of her and maintaining her own blood pressure. It stopped, sudden and fatal, without ever getting the chance to hold her newborn son. The umbilical cord wasn't even cut as the doctors looked at the clock on the wall, and wrote down a time of death while the infant screamed as it met the world for the first time.
Something spread down the lifeline, still attached to the mother, something dark, yet impossible to spot with the naked eye. The umbilical cord was cut by a father's shaking hands, a second too slow, unbeknownst to the sorrowful faces of doctors and nurses, who didn't know wether to offer condolences or congratulations first.
As the father looked down at the infant in his arms, trying to seek comfort and familiarity with the tiny living being, Eren Kakashi opened his eyes for the first time. The scream following after was agonizing, as the father was suddenly struck with the agony of his grief in tenfolds. It was as if his grief grew in size inside his head, feeling like his brain was about to expand and explode inside the confines of his cranium. The pain was inhumane, and only stopped the second he couldn't bare it anymore, dropping the infant from his arms to claw at his own brain. A nurse fell to her knees in an instant, catching the baby before it could hit the floor. The father gasped for air, clutching his chest tightly as the momentary torture had eased out of his head. He yelled desperately, staring at his son with wild, almost feral eyes; "What the hell is wrong with him?!"
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