Name: Ian Watkins
Age: 15
Year: 10
Subject: Music
Dorm: Morrigan
Family: Both parents, no siblings. Not very close with his family.
Personality: not very outgoing, a hopeless romantic. can get quite insecure at times.
Beliefs: agnostic.
Likes: writing, not sleeping, night time, music
Dislikes: fights, and various other things..
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Clique: Weirdo.. kind of xD
Additional information: insomniac.
Ian's just barely taking in everything around him, the soft occasional mopoke of an owl and all those other creatures of the night wandering around. He passes by the park, the swing-set empty and almost lonely in the pale moonlight. Ian remembers a time he didn't have to care about anybody's love except his parents', and when he was back in that shitty town in Wales, innocently ignorant. Those were the days when he really could play in the park without a care in the world, because no matter what he says now, he will never be as blithe again.