Len Drake Meis

_Name_

::My name is Leynn Drake Meis, Technician and Supplies Manager for the children's rebellion.::

_Nicknames_

::"L" or when someone wants to mess with me, "Leanne". I also go by, "That idiot adult" or "Techie guy".::

_Age_

::Ah, and this is where it gets complicated. I was one of the few adults that escaped brainwashing, you see. I am actually twenty five.::

_Gender_

::Very much male.::

_Eye Color_

::My lisence says its a light blue, but truly they're a light purple. My eyes are hidden behind a pair of round framed glasses.::

_Hair_

::My hair is long and a light blond. Rarely is it worn up in a ponytail, to keep it out of the way, due to the fact that I am almost always lacking in something to keep it up.::

_Code Name_

::Big Kid::

_Tattoos/Scars/Piercings_

::I have one tattoo on my left side, up high and close to my underarm that is a small heart. Another can be found around my neck, but I cover that one up with a white bandage. No piercings, but countless scars all over my arms, legs and back.::

_Orientation_

::To tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure. I'm willing to take my hand at anyone, but I'm older then anyone I'm always with. I don't want a case of pedophilia on my hands.::

::First, allow me to remind you that I am NOT brainwashed. I'm not some foolish child-hater, nor am I a child-lover. I am merely trying to help maintain the peace between the two groups. And that's exactly what I am- a peace-keeper. Even though I am the only adult in this group, I still help keep everything in order, when the Captain requests me to do so, I mean. I don't control the kids, but I make sure they know what I think about what they're doing. 

The kids think I'm rather strict, but they know its for they're own good. I'm less like a dad then I am a cool older brother who just gives advice and makes sure everything gets done. While I appear to be very uptight, I am known for my silly little tricks and games. In fact, I don't really think I'm uptight or strict, its just that sometimes I choose to be serious and rational when others aren't. 

::I like cats, computers, soft music, being able to see, programs, having full stock in supplies, strawberries and reading.::

::I dislike having to deal with drama, loud noises, blue screens of death, no internet, being without my glasses, and being interrupted.::

::I carry a small knife in my boot no matter where I go. There's a gun under my bed and I can hit you upside the head with a laptop.::

::I'm trained in hand to hand combat and in handguns, but I don't have the strength to overpower an enemy. I do, on the other hand, have computing skills, researching and stealth all worked out well. I can cook as well, using the supplies we receive occasionally to cook for the whole group. 

::I like to write songs, play the guitar, read, cook and listen to music in my free time. I can paint and draw, so I guess you could say that we have a bit of a stock of paint and decorated walls.::

::I was born to a prestigious family. My mother and father not around enough to actually care for me. I was left to entertain and teach myself in the office my father gave to me when I was 8. I had access to the best technologies and I started to stake them apart and put them back together. It was fun, but sometimes I did things that didn't really please my parents or the government for that matter. I reinvented somethings and occasionally used them for my own personal gain. To put it short, I was disowned from my family at age 13 after being bailed out of jail and other punishments. 

I went to go live with my aunt in a smallish town where I was given a laptop. I rarely touched the thing, much less took it apart. She still looked at me with suspicious eyes and asked what i was doing when I did get on it though. Other then that, we had a simple relationship. She went to work and I went to a private school that she paid for. I was kept out of her hair during the day and we ignored each other at night. 

After about three years of that, I was invited to go out of the county to study art after I was in a school exhibition. I took the chance and went, staying there until I was twenty four. They allowed me to stay for an extra amount of time, so I took up a teaching position in the school. 

I came back to this place only to find it absolutely kidless. A dictator was brainwashing people, telling them that having kids was absolutely terrible, and he had so many followers. So many followers. 

Me and a few other guys teamed up to start a small rebellion. It was stupid on my behalf, but I did another technical attack on the government. They came after us, but didn't catch me. They got the three others in our group, but I escaped. 

Well.

Until a group of kids captured me. It took quite a bit of convincing to finally get it through their heads that I wasn't a brainwashed idiot and they took me on as whatever they needed me to be. Mostly research and attack planning, but I also was their cook and supply manager.::

Murmurs, soft whispers

They beckon, they call

With my memories that they have tampered

I crumble, I fall

Into an abyss that will swallow me

I beg, I plead

But the darkness will devour me

There is nothing I can do

Nothing I can do...