Sign: ?
Bio: Klyde grew up in an orphanage, and doesn't have parents. Some people found him on a park bench as a baby and took him there. Because of his strange personallity, he was never adopted, and left when he turned 18. (He made up his last name, since he was never given one. Who knows where the first name came from.) Since then, he's been crusing around, hitchhiking, and shoplifting from various stores for clothes and food. Basically, he's a hobo.
Personallity: Weird. Usually, he's in a bitchy mood and seems pissed off 90% of the time. He has tourette syndrome, which can make him swear for no reason, and he can't ever seem to sit still. (He's almost always at least tapping his foot or something like that.) To most, he doesn't talk all that much, but not because he's shy. (He's not the LEAST bit shy.) He just finds most people to be a waste of his time. He can be pretty cool to those few he actually considers friends, and will be completely loyal to them and stick with them no matter what. He NEVER cries or smiles. (Well, he does smirk evilly, but he's still always frowning. He does this >:) not this :).)
Special Abilities:Like Lance L., he can read minds. And he can't die. (He still feels pain, but that's good for him since he likes it.) He's an alien made from the DNA of serial killers, rapists, and just bad people in general, so that explains his screwed up personallity. He's, in a way, a lot of different people all mixed together. (And there's even a few animals in there, too.) He is a midget, but doesn't look like one. He has the body of a ten-year old boy, though all his "parts" are fully developed and adult. The only way people ever believe he's older than that is when they hear his voice. (It's way too deep to be a kid's.)