Rehaan/profile

> "*Fuck*"
> ― Rehaan
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## Personality

**Blunt |** Rehaan has always been taught to speak his mind out, and he’s taken that lesson like a duck to water. This may not have been exactly what Rehaan’s mother had in mind but...well..too late for regrets.

**Short-tempered |** And if someone were to comment on his temper? He blames that on genetics, as he pointedly looks at a pile of broken paintbrushes in the corner during the times Mom got frustrated.

**Crass |** He’s not quite sure why he likes dotting his sentences with curses so much. There was some odd sense of satisfaction to it, you know? And the fact that this particular curse word could be used in so many different situations and different contexts? Yeah..It’s pretty fucking great.

**Strong-willed |** Strong-willed like his mother, it takes a lot to make Rehaan back down once his mind is made up.

**Loyal |** Although his loyalty is something hard-won, once you’ve earned it, you pretty much have it for life. That is, as long as you don’t do something dumb like stab him in the back. Once stung, twice deadly.

**Meticulous |**It may not seem like it on outward appearance, but Rehaan can be pretty precise and careful on the things he does; making sure that the time he spent in doing something was actually worth it. Of course, this only applies to the things he actually cares about. And also does not apply to fights. Nope.

## Background

Honestly Rehaan would count himself pretty fucking lucky, all things considered. Life hasn’t been that great, nor amazing, nor fantastical. But it hasn’t been that shitty either. Pretty normal, all things considered. Mom’s a relatively successful painter, he supposes, judging by the fact that he’s never really been left wanting for anything. Dad’s dead, God bless his weary soul; nobody could ever predict that someone could off himself just by falling off a bed, of all things. He doesn’t even remember his dad that much really, being too young when that happened. Oh well. Shit happens. And now they never sleep on anything except futons. But that’s fine.

Some would argue that growing up without a dad had been detrimental to him, but Rehaan would beg to differ; Mom did a fucking fantastic job raising this gremlin, thank you very much. His grades in high school were excellent(-ly normal), and it wasn’t like the teachers had anything to complain about him, other than his fashion preferences #fortheaesthetics. And okay, maybe he’d gotten into a few fights here and there, and a couple of detentions one or ten times, but hey! That’s life, amiright?

Now that hellhole is over, he’s moving onwards to the next level of hell that is education; wiling away his time in a community college as he tries to figure out what the fuck he wants to do with his life because, frankly speaking? He still has no fucking clue.

And wasn’t it so perfect that such a strange letter came just as he was contemplating what his next step in life should be? Why the fuck not, Rehaan thought. If it doesn’t amount to shit at least he’d get to see the ol’ Big Apple, right?

## Trivia

* Part-times at a pet shop next to a flower shop.
* He likes fish.
* He actually really likes doing aquascaping shit. It calms him down..
* Marimo balls are cute..
* Has a matching mandala tattoo with his mom on his right shoulder.
* Of Monsters and Men is LIFE.
* Still listens to 2000’s emo songs.
* sharp edges soft inside
* like a durian but not stinky (tho imo durian isn't stinky at all it's so good)
* closet nerd (prompt (arms, 2k18)
* fairies? supernatural? pretty sure that was a water nymph he saw the other day.. so mermaids are probably real too, right?

## Quotes

* > "*Say Something Here*"
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― name & when / to whom