alright, i know that it's short, but it's, you know, just kinda telling you about him, a little. and yes, he is made to look like gaara from naruto because gaara rocks. alright, please dont flame this too hard, it's been a while since i've written on here, so yeah
From the moment he had been born, everyone knew he was a strange child, born to strange parents, even if they didn't stick with him. The fact that they named him KuroOmoi was fact enough. In an almost forgotten language, it meant dark or black mind. No one had liked the sad, violet eyed orphan. No, he was to strange too even think of. He was to pale, his hair too wild, to dark. Even his name made people shutter. He was picked on at school, he was too short, to small too defend himself. Soon, he began to hate people, all people, not that they cared. Soon, people forgot him, mostly. Even the bullies at school grew tried of him. He often got bored, and tried random experiments, mostly just refusing to sleep, and eventually he didn't NEED to, it was just there, but not important. Eventually, it took it's effect on him, and black circles grew around his eyes, black circles he couldn't get rid of. Not that he really tried. Why even bother, when no one even looked in his direction? It was pointless, like his sad life. He had no, purpose in life, so he thought, and he was always trying to find it, but he never could.
By the age of thirteen, he had excepted that no one would ever want him, or care about him. He was property of haven, for no one had ever even thought of adopting him as there own. He thought he would never be needed enough to get out of his own personnel hell. Until, that day, when something happened that no one would ever really expect, or accept, for many years…
so, yeah, take that.