Name : "Ryder. Ryder Maddox Smiths, but I go by Ry or Maddox." The young boy said.

Age : "...Why do you want to know my age? Does it matter? Are you going to start judging me by my age?" He growled softly at you. ( 16 )

Height : " 6'4..yes, I'm tall. Got a problem with that?" He scowls.

Weight : "Wow. First was my age, now this? What's next? Gender?" He rolled his eyes rudely, he's 150 lbs.

Sexuality : "Straight. " He winked at you.

Gender : "Oh come on! Male. Can't you see? Are you somehow blind?" He sarcastically said as I was smirking evily at you.

Personality : "Well, by the looks of it. I'm cold as ice, got that?" He lies, he's actually pretty sweet and sensitive, but he hides his feelings because of his father being a total jackass.

Likes : "I like reading, studying, going on an adventure, and the wild." He calmly tells you as he smiled softly while thinking about the stuff he enjoys doing.

Dislike : "Oh. Simple, my family." He coldly said, as soon as you asked him that question. His father was never really there for him as a child, and since his mother is a Goddess, he really can't say or do anything much because of that.

Looks : "Are you serious right now?" He has brown hair, olive skin, hazel eyes, and a scar on his left cheek.

Parents : "My father is Greg Smiths, my mother...Well, she's Hecate. Goddess of magic."

Fears : "None." Not true,  he's a afraid of being alone even if his father always left him and was abusive to him after his mother left them.

Weapons : "Daggers--and my magic, of course." He smirked as he made a small black smoke of magic.