Before We Start~

Why hello there. You must be thinking "Who is this guy and why is he talking to me?" Well I'm here to answer just that. My name is Aero Hollow. Before we start off about my "train-track-staircase-crap," how about I tell you a bit about myself, 'ight?

I grew up in a small town in Germany called Mittenwald. I was almost always with my mom and dad, Alexander and River Hollow. River was the stay-at-home mom who... left for some reason I'm completely unaware of. Alexander is my father. He worked for Linde, an Indie game company. He was always out doing "business work" but always ended up blowing off our money in the process. In the end, It's been about six years since he's been in a coma that he's likely to die under. I don't have much faith in him waking up.

When I was twelve, my auntie Monika flew me over across seas to live with her in North America, Alliance Ohio to be specific. It's been about six years since then. Auntie always yells at me for dressing in black skinny jeans and baggy hoodies during summer. I have my reasons like she does, she just needs to stay out of mine. She doesn't mind the fact that I have baby pink hair though or that I pierced my eyebrow, I just hope she doesn't find out about my body tattoos. Auntie is too religious and doesn't believe that "you can dress in such a way and ruin the vessel that the Lord gave you." Her words, not mine. But I would prefer to say "empty husk" than a vessel. I refuse to believe in what she does. If this supposed "God" were real, how come I'm still here?

Time for the silly stuff I guess. I have heterochromia. Heterochromia is a difference in the coloration of the body. It can happen to both eyes, your skin, anything really. My left eye is a bright blue while my right eye is a dead and lifeless gray. It awkwardly covers my eye whites, so it seems as I have one eye completely gone. I also have a dark brown spot on my skin that covers my left eye and also on my right thumb. It contrasts from my ghostly pale skin and makes me unique I guess? Confusing, I know. But hey, I match is with black-rimmed glasses I never wear.

Alright, I'll leave you be so you can read what you wanted to read.