Hey there! My name is Dan or at least that's what I prefer to be called I have a few other nicknames like Derpy. But my real name is Wyatt. I'm a little... crazy or active, hyper or whatever you want to call it. My thoughts are a little weird as I can't control some of them. Like for example when I see someone rush in a door I think of Leroy Jenkins(This really does happen to me.) Anyway on to my description! I'm about 6'0, dark brown hair that goes the the left of my face. I mostly wear dark or black colors, my eyes are crystal blue along with my blue tinted glasses that are also black. My father was a veteran, he taught me a lot of stuff like camouflage,Ammo conservation, HtH combat. Along side my training Im a very smart in stuff like biology, literature and, technology. I always wear a black hoodie or in some cases my ghilie suit.Anyway I think its time to get past my description don't you? Well this all started when I left my house wearing all black of course. (under no circumstance Im not Emo or Goth.) I stopped to pick a song called "Good o'l Days" By The Living Tombstone. I walked to the bus stop I got on and as soon as I got hit in the side but I ignored it and headed for the back of the bus which was almost empty. It was raining pretty hard so the roads were slick but I didn't care at the moment. We made it to the cross roads in town but thats where this all started for me, as soon as the light turned green. The last thing I heard was a loud Semi-Truck horn and one thought in my head. It was in Scouts voice too. All that I said drew to one sentence "Aw crap."
