Triez Klien

“To the man that cares, seriously. Go die.”

Being born with black hair meant I needed a hell of an amount of dye to get it silver. Now that it is? I will be damned if I let it go back. At age 24 I stand at a 6 foot. I am not fat and hell. I have a nice body and I like to keep active. Or I did. Heh. Just look for the guy that hates you and is dressed in the clothes YOU wish you could look good in.

Personality?

Well. I can tell you this. I don’t like you. I don’t like how this place works. You try and oppress people and look down on people whom do things differently. You want us all the same. You want this cesspit to be the typical city. You know what? I don’t. What’s life without a little fear? You open the door to chaos. Makes you stronger. If you don’t pull the trigger, someone else will.  

That is how I see it. Yeah, but I won’t always spring to action. I mean, I have my friend to rough you up if you piss me off. He can cause the chaos. I will deal the judgement, with a single bullet, if you catch my drift. Posers can piss off, but if you are down with not giving a fuck then I am sure I could tolerate you.

What I can’t stand is people with the idea that normal is right. What I hate more is people that say define normal. Are they brain dead? In essence, normal is what the majority see as acceptable. So if everyone loved chaos, it would be normal. Get that through your skull. Jeez.   

Equipment? Shouldn’t you get to know me first?

Well. I lived in Jersey. Then I didn’t. Parents dragged me out. Said it would do me some good. So I became the kid that never talked. Step daddy thought it was more of my rebellious bullshit. He was right. However, that pig-headed fuck was wrong to put his hands on my throat. Bang. Sounds like a mistake right? So was. I mean it, I was SO sorry.

I mean, why would I get my clothes that dirty with that fucks blood on purpose? Long story short, escaping home was the best idea. So now I am back here too find half of my friends are pussies with jobs. What a fucking drag. But good old Rezz is still the same. You see that? Me and him have been through hell and that bitch is ready for more when I get back. Ain’t he the sweetest pup?

Anyway. I am done. Piss off.