Name:    The author looks at the male and narrows her eyes at him, "the first question should be simple enough... But he's currently not here, so I'll answer for him, his name is Gabriel John Anderson, Gabe for short," She says tapping her pen against a clip board.

Age:  "Ah, another good one" She flipped a page up and hummed silently, "he is 19, turning 20 soon... Though he looks kind of young, it's pretty weird... He needs to tell me his skin care routine" She says shrugging.

Gender: The author bursts out laughing. "He's a male... But I'm not entirely sure because he didn't have the balls to be here" She says snickering.

Species: the female composed herself, "hm. There's no record. I'll have to check the documents again, but until then, I guess it'll be a strange mystery" She says shrugging.

Likes:  "peanut butter... Juice... Outside boards... He's into some weird shit... " Her eyes flicked up to (y/n), "be prepared, theres a reason I've been holding back on making him public.

Dislikes: The female covers her mouth, " Oh my-" She dropped the clip board and walked out the door only for her to mysteriously fall through the roof and land on her back, "THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE"

Looks:

Personality: "well, he's a bit.. Crazy, messed up even. But you'll love him"

Back story: "well, he suffers from insomnia, and due to the lack of sleep and lack of medications that actually work on him... He can be delusional. Trust me, he writes fanfics... About.... Never mind, no spoilers."

Siblings: the author scratches the back of her neck. "uhm. So, funny story- well, not funny, but um. He witnessed his sibling die...and that's one reason he can't sleep"

Scenario 1-

You worked at a psych ward. A kid came in by the name of Gabriel Anderson. It your your job to give him his pills and monitor him, and oddly enough, he listened obediently. It was medicine time and he wasn't in his room, instead he was in a common room having a verbal war with someone else. You?