Sandy (Sandos) Mcmillan
Bio: "Don't worry Sandy, we're gonna make it without that lousy man."
Miss Mcmillan, a skinny beauty with a blackeye under her eye and a sharp, scottish tounge told him when he was six years old, meaning her father. And sure, Sandy believed in her. Everything was going to get better without her. Then mother would stop crying and father wouldn't be able to beat him and her up. They would be just fine.
So they thought.
"I'm sorry. Is there someone you want us to call?"
The doctor asked him, he was 10 years old. Standing in a blue, too small pajamas. His mother had passed away, no medicines could have stopped the virus from spreading to her every vein and eventually killed her off. "My grandparents."
He had whispered.
So he had stayed with his grandparents, which he had only met when he was very small once, believe it or not, he really liked it. They were friendly, and nice. Very poor, but oh so charming. The Scottish blood pouring through their veins and language. They owned this petstore, lived just over it. Asked if Sandy wanted to help. And oh, of course he did. And he grew to find a meaning in life. Animals.
Laid back. Finding humans vain and too selfish. He doesn't enjoy talking too much, if it isn't something that interest him. Like... Animals. He's actually a bit of a cat, in many ways. Can be dangerous, hateful and suspicious, but also warm, cuddly and comforting.
1. He loves
2. He works at a petshop driven by his grandparents.
3. He smokes. And drinks. And sometimes do drugs.
4. His mother gave him a Girls
name. Said that he looked just like a sweet little girl when he was borned. He tells everybody to call him Sandos, that its his real name.
5. He's poor, but he doesn't mind.
6. He steals. Mostly cars.
7. Been arrested several times.
8. Has a dog named Sherlock.
9. Goes to a slightly different school, with the american school system.
10. Is one of the "weird druggies" at school.