Who is this?
That is exactly the question. Who am I? I am the one person you leave out of your mind when you scan the class room. The person you see once in a while, but not too often on the street. People often look at him, but no not to him. They say he leaves not the house, with the exception of school. They question his sanity, his paleness, his mind and his heart.He is a lone human, barely seeming to care for anything, except for his hat. He is known for this hat, often called "That top hat guy" by total strangers. He can be seen writing in his note book, or typing on his typewriter. What does this man type? The only one who knows is him, and finding out is a rare moment in itself. What goes on lies beneath the top hat.
He seems to have a unknown past, to whom few know a thing about. Where does he come from? What is his motive? He seems to hide something, something he considers big. Only a hand full know what it is, and yet no one knows it in entirety. All except for the man in the top hat.
He has no friends, only a small amount of allies. He has even fewer enemies
, and the rest of the world he considers neither. Many try to get to him, but more or less end up fearing him. He is strange. He is Mysterious. Who am I?
I am Haut D. Forme.
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