#mortalmoros

He was born into one of the most wealthy families in America, the Doom family.  As the only child, his parents pampered him, taught him that he had to be ruthless and take whatever he could, as well. He did not waste his time forming relationships, you either decided to be his friend, or you were just one of the scum that would be possibly be working for him one day.

But right at this moment,  he was  asleep on his bed. He looked absolutely at peace as he slept. But you wouldn't of been able to tell, because it was so god damn dark in the room.  The floor was a dark black, the walls were a dark black. He had curtains that were just as black.  Even in the middle of the day, the room could turn into a dark zone.  He embodied that rebellious color like it was meant for him. And it also happen to be his favorite color.  The only thing he wore was a pair of black boxer briefs, as he slept.

Suddenly though an alarm went off and the walls lit up with a few rings of light,  dropping down from the ceiling for a few seconds before the ceiling light came on, the walls  turning into screens " Time to get up for school, sir." Came a robotic voice. Moros made a face at this and stayed on his bed for a moment before sitting up, placing his head in his hand and letting out a groan " I can't wait." He mumbled. He didn't like being made to attend school like one of those normal students. But homeschooling was just too difficult for him, honestly. He was easily distracted by things he thought to be 'more important' than his studies. His father put a stop to that nonsense by threatening him.

Sliding out of the bed he drops onto the floor , dropping his head back onto the bed " I feel sick, I think I might have a fever." He sighed. There was a sound in the room before the house spoke again " You appear to be fine, sir. You have fifty-five minutes before school."   Sluggishly he dropped away from the bed " Bitch."  He groaned then pushes himself up.  Standing he yawns and runs his hand through his hair, his other hand moving down a moment later, hooking onto his boxer briefs then as he heads for the bathroom. Slipping them off and tossing them into a basket.

A few moments later he was out of the shower, a toothbrush swishing in his mouth as he adjusts the buttons on his black shirt, pulling out the bottom over his pants, making him look the right type of trash before he had to leave for  his classes.  Running a hand through his damp hair he nods " Perfect." Walking back into the bathroom he spits the toothpaste into the sink and then swishes some mouthwash, spits it out too, before swishing water around and spits it into the sink as well.

Placing the toothbrush back into it's resting spot he turns sharply and walks out of the room " Ten minutes before classes." Says the robotic voice " Right right. " Moros hisses as he walks  out of the room and through the hallway "  I can tell time." " Oh, can you, sir? I didn't know." Moros pauses and looks up  " Don't get smart with me." " It's hard not to." Growling for a moment he turns and walks into the living room. Walking toward the door he slips on his sneakers, black like the rest of his outfit. Grabbing a backpack he slips it over one shoulder and opens up