Nickname(s): Otis Barker, Rufus, Odie. Oh! And f*****t. you get the gist.
Age: Twenty, man.
Sex: Yes-- please. Oh! Oh... you mean my gender? Oh. Well, obviously I'm a dude, even if I am pretty scrawny, I've got a little muscle from my years on the swim team.
Position: Like... sexual position? Christ, don't try too hard to impress me, cat! I like topping, but, I'mm spread my cheeks for the really hot, I guess.
Status: Right now I'm in college. No major yet, so don't ask, okay?
Appearance:
Personality: I guess I'm kinda nice...? I get along with most people as long as they aren't stupid or bigger tools than I am. Typically, I'm really pretty bitter and kinda cynical, though I try o be funny about it. Sorry.
If I think a guy cute I'll seriously go to any extent to get them to like me. It's pitiful; I really live up to my name, you know?
Likes:
Pretty boys
Nice smiles
Soda
Cats
Dislikes:
Dogs
Cows
Vaginas
Doctors
History: Otis was born in Naples, Florida to a nurse and a salesman. His childhood was never very exciting.
He was never unique. Maybe slightly smarter than the other boys'. Maybe a little nicer. No one knew he was different from the rest of them until he told them in his sophomore year of high school, after he came out of the closet. His parents never kicked him out, and, other than the arguments with Dad (and the awkward 'Isn't he hot?' comments from Mom) nothing really changed around home.
Otis almost wished they kicked him out.
