Name: Dale
Appearance: Brown messy hair, tall and thin with wild, wide green eyes.
Personality: Kind but skittish, finds it hard to communicate with others what he really means, and often tries to communicate feelings and thoughts threw sounds, pictures and actions.

(Just did a really quick one)



Dale stood at the French doors looking out at the wild weeds and grass of his garden. The few lights keeping the small overgrown path dimly lit. The last few nights he had stood there, once or twice for over an hour.

He never saw it when he was there, and he liked that. Sitting on the sofa or trying to sleep was when he heard something in the garden. This time, something felt slightly different. A light flickered at the end of the garden. Another flickered and the first went off. He backed into the house as the lights went off slowly.

He slammed the door closed, not sure what was in the darkness. Now the garden was dark, and a strange noise came from upstairs and all the lights blew. Darkness surrounded him.
(Hope that was all good!)