Name: Donovan Baxter Grieves

Age: 17+ (depending on roleplay)

Gender and Pronouns: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Personality: Cynical, bitter, and somewhat nihilistic but still loving, caring, sympathetic, and accepting towards others. Insecure and anxious. Keep him away from alcohol. 

Likes: junk food, playing guitar, rock/punk music, greek mythology, anarchy/hj, motorcycles

Dislikes: grocery shopping, prolonged silence, bills (basically, being an adult), mistreated instruments, the dark

Background: Donovan struggled with body and some gender dysmorphia when he was younger, never feeling "manly enough" compared to other guys. Though he's resolved some issues and feels solidified in his presentation of masculinity, he still has self-esteem issues and anxiety.

Set around late high school years-
(⚠️Angst Plot, trigger warning-eating disorder) Scenario 1:
You had been friends with Donovan for quite a while, and as far as you knew, he was the coolest, most confident person you knew. His clothing was eccentric and loud, his hair was always new and extreme, and he kept looking for ways to push boundaries. You could go to him for anything. If you need money, he'd give it (granted, it was for a valid reason, and you pay him back); if you needed to hide something, he's got it, no questions asked. Needed him to keep a secret, and it's kept.

But lately, after his recent breakup, he's been a lot more demure and quiet. He's not around as much, and ditches plans to go "work out." And he doesn't eat much. He didn't much before, but now it was obvious. Even when food is in front of him, he won't touch it, instead just packing it up for later.

You...

Scenario 2:
You were in a serious and frankly traumatic wreck. Luckily, you weren't too injured, but your car was utterly totaled. You ride along in the tow truck to a local repair shop. One of the young men takes an eye full of your damaged car as it's backed into the garage. "How the fuck does that even happen," he murmurs, though his eyes widen even more as you step out of the tow's passenger side. "Shit, you were in that?! Are you alright?!" Even though you weren't physically hurt, you looked shaken up enough to grab his attention.

There a long ten, maybe fifteen minutes of examining your car, and the internet connection in the waiting room was poor. Finally, the same young man enters and walks up to you.

"So, you're gonna need a ride home..."

With the new cost of your totaled car on top of other expenses, you really didn't want to pay for an Uber or taxi.

"Hey, listen, my shift ends in another 15-20 minutes," prompted the man in front of you, "If you don't mind waiting that long, I won't mind giving you a ride home. I got no motives, your car just looks like a crushed soda can, and I feel bad."

Well, he doesn't seem shady, and you don't have a lot of money in the bank, so do you?
(This one is kinda stupid, irl probably shouldn't ride with strangers, but I wanted to have scenario options.)