Mihael "Mello" Keehl

In the pre-Wammy days, the only sort of control I had ever exerted was resisting the urge to put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger; now, I have to limit my chocolate intake, try not to get too angry when Matt wins Mario Kart (for the 568th time), struggle not to shout at Near for making me grudgingly like him like the little jerk he is, and hold back my nostalgic thoughts whenever I see another emo kid slouching around outside a candy store.