SEPTEMBER 21st, 2016                                                                                                               6:16 am                                                                                                                 Palm Coast, Florida

Tampa Aphen Sa'Amara...born November 6th, 2000...Male....Bi-Sexual...5 feet 8 inches in height...Lithian (Lizard men) decent...Zealot class (sound manipulator)...

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"Mmph... oh, my fucking head" Tampa groaned out, awaking to the darkness of his bedroom, the faint morning light leaking in from the nearby window. He rose, feeling the stiffness of every joint and muscle. He felt groggy and sick, the chronic depression setting in quicker than he thought. His balance was thrown as he stood, the weight of his tail throwing him from side to side freely. He flipped a switch that turned on the light on his ceiling fan, blinding him for a brief moment, but when his vision came back, he viewed his image in a full length mirror, seeing his full reflection.

He wore underclothing, the basic tank-top and boxers, covering hos deep olive skin and scales that cover his nose, throat, and the sides of his torso and legs. His hair is a deep black, tied back into a pony-tail and out of his face, showing his reptilian like eyes, a scar on his left cheek, and a symbol on his forehead. Behind his thin frame hung a tail that reached to the top of his calves, swinging lightly from left to right like a pendulum.

Tampa sighed deeply at his own reflection, accepting the fact that he's different from many. Inhuman....alien. 

He left into the living room, his door squealing aloud as it moved. He found his foster mother, also a Lithian, leaning on the counter, sipping from a mug that gave heavy amounts of steam.By the smell, the strong biter smell, Tampa could tell that it was coffee, black. Not that he would know, or drink coffee.

"Morning Tampa, did you sleep well?" The step mother, Svettlanna, asked, giving a tired, but soft smile to him.

"Yeah, you can say that..." Tampa responded, giving Svettlanna a hug and kiss on the cheek before scavving through the refrigerator. He removed an unlabeled bottle and drank the contents, chasing it down with a can of Mt.Dew. This is his coffee, a Lithian made protein drink with caffeine in a can... odd, yet addictive.

After the drink and a quick piss, he started prepping for the school day and the hell that follows with it.

Shower, shave, clothes, and backpack. He grabbed his DeathWish skate board as he flew out the front door. It was foggy outside, but it was a good kind, giving atmosphere and a sense of calm in the air. He pushed down the driveway and down the empty streets of his neighborhood, hearing the traffic coming from the outskirts. He could barely make out the sound of the wheels on his board rolling along the asphalt, muting out the other noises to concentrate on that. Subtle vibrations moved up his being with a pleasureful feeling. Just the feeling of cruising made him happy, but the feeling is much deeper. It was a calm and relaxing high, giving him a sense of euphoria, a feeling that Tampa would wish he could feel forever, replacing the depression and anxiety that plagues him from within...only if.