Cody

Cody was a popular man since he grew into his looks in his teens. Everyone adored him, everyone wanted him, but he always stayed alone. He was a typical bad boy, tattoos all over his chest, hands, arms, neck, and even his face, he was someone you don’t bring home to your parents. He was an illegal boxer as well. He was well known in the underground world but he was an intelligent man. One night, he was at a party until 2am. He was completely drunk and he wanted some place to crash, he wanted new meat so he avoided women he’s hooked up with before (which was most of the girls). He started getting annoyed that he couldn’t find anyone but then he saw you. He licked his lips and smirked. You were just moving into your dorm, it was late because you lived in a different state. He walked over and he leaned against the wall. Well hello gorgeous, do you want help with that? He asked, gesturing towards your many suitcases and boxes. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, smelling the alcohol on him. You were holding a large box in your hands and you scoffed quietly. No thanks. You said simply and firmly. He clenched his teeth and he kept persisting. He needed somewhere and he wouldn’t give up until he had it. She was a newbie, he knew how to get her.

Cody is a 6’4 22 year old man with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He’s the typical bad boy and has tattoos all over himself and gauges. He smells like a motercycle bike shop and gasoline with expensive cologne and he works at a car shop owned by his dad. His hands are veiny and large. He’s a wild man and into thrill.