I'm easy going, laid back and a loyal friend and brother. Though if you mess with my twin it throws a switch and I lose it. So you better watch out there. I'm a creative person. I like art stuff. I love acting too, but I don't tell anyone about it afraid they will make fun of me about it. If they did I don't know if I would still have the passion to be able to do it. I'm a pretty honest person so lying is hard for me to do.

[smear:#865870]Positive Traits:[/smear:#4f7899:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Flamboyant: Striking or colorful in behavior and appearance.
3)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
4)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered
5)Quirky: Exhibiting peculiarities or idiosyncrasies.
6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.

[smear:#4f7899]Negative Traits:[/smear:#865870:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Haughty: Contemptuously proud in a way that disdains others.
5)Pretentious: Characterized by a showiness meant to emphasize one's inflated sense of importance.
6)Melodramatic: Overly emotional; exhibiting overblown responses to situations or stimuli, often to create drama or draw attention.

My parents thought they were just having one baby when she was carrying me and my twin Athena. I was a bit bigger than my twin and kept her hidden from the sonogram. How it didn't pick up her heart I don't know, but mom thought something was really wrong when she went into labor a few weeks early with us. I came into this bright world first, and the doctor and nurses were confused because I was normal. It wasn't till mom let out another scream about ten minutes later that they realized that she was having twins. Athena was smaller of course being a girl, but we were both healthy babies.

Welcoming us home was our older brother Daxton. He was two and mom had been wearing herself out trying to keep up with him. For seven years it was just the three of us, and we had one another's backs as we grew up together. Mom had another baby then and that was our baby sister Aria. It was another four years before she had our baby brother Dashell. My mom was my dad's high school sweetheart. A love that betrayed time it seemed, but it didn't last. After my baby brother Dashell was born our mom changed. She ended up cheating on my dad. Then tried to get custody of us kids from dad, but something else caught her eye and she took off with that ignoring us. So luckily dad got custody of us.

When Athena and I turned four we got our first mini bikes. Dad gave us lessons, but I really only listened to some of it. Letting it go in one ear and out the other. My attention span wasn't held very long. Still I got the basics and we were riding. Dad took us quite often along with Daxton out to the Deveraux track. It was our third time there when I hit one of the hay bales on the side and went flying head over heels. I ended up with a broken arm, and wasn't happy one bit. Dad was right there along with Cain and Ransym picking me up. I had thought it would just push the bale a little as I had seen with the older kids, but nope not with my mini bike.

When we turned six we graduated up to dirt bikes. In no time at all I was eating up the track. I was definitely a little daredevil. Dad told me he was going to have a heart attack if I kept it up. Mom never came to the track which was probably a good thing. She'd been a nervous wreck with us riding them around the resort where she could see us. In no time we were ready for Motocross and I loved it. As I grew older I learned how to do flips as I was flying through the air much to dad's dismay. He told me I was going to break my neck, but I didn't let that stop me.

When I hit junior high I tried all the sports. Football was alright, and hockey. Zipping around on the ice was fun. Getting slammed into the wall now wasn't much fun. Nor sitting in the penalty box. I did go out for the snowboarding team and skiing. I had grown up doing that so it was something I loved doing. Dad was part owner in the resort, and we lived there so If the weather was alright I was out on the mountain. Skiing was alright, but I would rather be snowboarding.

I loved Big Sky Montana where I was born and raised. I roamed the streets when I could and tagged things. No dad doesn't know about that. Don't ever plan on telling him either since I never got caught. I spend a lot of time hanging out with my twin sister Athena who is my best friend. I love art and am fairly decent at it. I was asked to help on a few murals in Big Sky that turned out pretty great. My passion is acting though. Didn't have much to do in grade school, but once I hit junior high I was out for every play I could.

My shoes have flowers on them. Dad wasn't too thrilled when he saw them, but it was a dare. Well the dare was to wear them one time, but they were comfortable and I liked them so I kept wearing them. Dad had told me to give Athena back her shoes, but I just laughed telling him they were mine much to his dismay. He probably thinks I'm going gay. I'm definitely not gay. I like girls very much, and maybe one day I'll get my first kiss.

I just started my sophomore year. I'm still going out for football, but I quit hockey and stick to skiing and snowboarding during the winter. Course I'm still doing motocross and loving it. There hadn't been a play or musical I haven't tried out for since I was able to try out for them. I'm actually pretty good, but don't go around bragging about it. I'm afraid if dad found out about me loving plays he'd think I was gay, and make me quit. So only Athena knows that I am in the plays. To get by with play practice I just tell dad I'm helping with the sets. Which I do so technically it's not a total lie.

Mom had been gone for five years now. Dad has contact with her through texting, but she never answers the phone when he tries to call her. It hurts knowing she left us like she did. That she cheated on dad too. I miss the mom that used to always be there for us. I don't understand how she just changed after Dashell was born. That she just quit loving dad and us kids. I won't lie, I still have hopes that she will come back to us one day. That she never stopped loving us.