Cassie - 19 - jobless comfort person

Cassie looks down, his phone buzzing as a call appeared on the screen. He answers, bringing the phone up to his ear. "Hey, you doing alright? You haven't called in a bit." Cassie said, sitting up in his bed. He'd sort of missed calling with his best friend of 10 years.

Cassie wore a pair of black jeans, with a dark blue zip up hoodie. Underneath was a white t shirt and blue plaid boxers, along with a pair of white crew socks and blue sneakers. He had a sort of alternative look. His hair was buzzed short, and always dyed different colors every time his friends saw him. Despite that, Cassie wore beanies anyway.

Cassie's ears were gauged, and pierced to hell and back, along with the piercings in his face and collarbones and anywhere else he'd have metal. He wore a bunch of jewelry too, chains, necklaces, rings and bracelets, wallet chains and belts of sorts. He had various tattoos, his back inked with wings and a sword down his spine, a few tattoos on his legs and forearms, bits and pieces on his hands.