L I K E S

• Writing
• Reading
• Strange people
• Doing random things
• Messing with people
• Being alone
• Traveling
• Abstract art
• Sunsets


D I S L I K E S

• Stupid people
• Business men
• Doctors
• Talking about his books
• Talking about his family
• Riding in cars for long periods of time
• Boats and planes
• Smokers

Friends

Sallust Merconi: Being close to one of the city's most recognizable faces in organized crime isn't exactly good for Skit's image, but thankfully Skit doesn't care much about appearances. It seems that these two would never get along--Sallust is generally known to be rude, loud, and arrogant. He's also a smoker. However, Skitero is one of the few people close enough to know the real Sallust, and gets along with him so well that he can ignore the other's habits. Both share a strong appreciation of art, as well as a similar sense of humor. They can often be found cavorting about the city together, stirring up trouble.


Foes

It seems that because Skitero is such an outspoken fellow, he'd wind up making enemies sooner or later. And sure, there are indeed people who despise him, some in the press. However, he doesn't appear to have any major foes just yet.


Family

This is a topic Skit always avoids. He'll skirt the question and change the subject time after time, and if pushed, he'll snap and get irritable. It's safe to assume he doesn't have the best relationship with his kinfolk, if they're even still around.

Skitero was born to a wealthy family---his dad was a top-rate businessman and founder of a hugely successful company, while his mother was a top-rate gold digger and trophy wife. Growing up, Skit was allowed to do whatever he wanted to do, as long as his parents had told him to do it. He could have whatever he wanted, as long as his parents approved.

Needless to say, Skitero rarely got what he wanted. If he wanted to play tennis, his parents signed him up for fencing or horseback riding. If he wanted spaghetti for dinner, the cook would be ordered at once to prepare steak. If he put books on his Christmas list, the packages wrapped under the tree on Christmas day contained some new dress clothes.

And then there was the matter of his narcolepsy. At first his parents attributed his frequent naps to a lack of good sleep at night. But eventually they came to realize that even the sleepiest children did not usually collapse in the midst of a temper tantrum or while laughing at a joke. Even after his diagnosis, Skit's parents still felt that his sleeping fits could somehow be controlled, that the condition was "all in his head." Therefore, he received little support or sympathy from them.

His parents rarely spent time with him, anyways. His father was always busy making money, and his mother was always busy spending it. So Skit found his own things to do. He walked to the public library to check out books every day, and had them finished by night. By age 10, he was writing his own short stories and plays. By the time he was 12, he'd read War and Peace and nearly all of the works of William Shakespeare.

Reading and writing became his obsessions. By reading, he could escape to new, more exciting worlds than the boring one he inhabited. By writing, Skitero finally had the one thing he'd been wanting all along---control. Control over something. The worlds he created were his, the characters he created bent only to his will. He loved writing, and it soon became as central to his life as eating or drinking or breathing.

And he was good at it, too. His teachers were bowled over by the boy's impressive vocabulary and fascinating plotlines. He was even asked to write an original play for the drama class to perform when he was in middle school, and Skit gladly obliged. When the curtains fell for the final time on the opening night of the performance, the entire crowd was on its feet. And Skit stood off to the side, watching the reactions with a small smile the entire time, pleased with himself and his work.

By the time he had entered high school, Skit knew he wanted to be a writer. But his father, who up until this point had mostly ignored his only child, suddenly decided that now would be a good time to start teaching him the basics of running a business---namely, the family business. He'd made up his mind that his son was going to attend one of the finest business schools in the country after he graduated. Skit had other ideas.

The two bickered often; Skit constantly demanded that his father stop trying to control his life, and his father argued that writing was not something he could make a real living doing. Things finally came to a head when Skitero purposefully sabotaged his interview with the dean of the college his father wanted him to attend. The whole incident ended with Skit collapsing into a nap mid-rant and his father dragging him out into the hall while the dean simply stared, saying nothing.

After that, arguments between father and son sparked nearly every time they crossed paths. When he finally turned 18, Skit further shocked his parents by declaring that he was leaving, changing his name, and cutting off all contact from them. He'd had enough of their obsession with money and image. He took all the money in his savings fund and left.

Despite the amount of cash he had on him, Skit moved into a hole-in-the-wall of an apartment in one of the dingiest parts of the city. There he spent most of his time reading and writing. His kitchen was stocked with only the most basic foods (all organic and vegan-friendly) and bottled water. With no distractions, Skit quickly turned out what was to become his first bestseller, which was published when he was 20. The book was nearly an instant success.

Skit quickly found himself swept into a new situation. He did interviews, attended parties, and moved into a nicer place, feeling that he had at least earned it now. The literary world waited for his next novel, many determined to prove that his first bestseller was simply a fluke. Many critics were wary to praise him too much, balking at his youth. However, Skitero would soon establish himself as a force to be reckoned with once again.

His second novel, published three years after his first, was even better accepted than his first. Skit was becoming famous, although his interviews alone kept him in the spotlight. He was unpredictable, brutally honest, and rude to those that annoyed him. People loved him.

For all of his interviews, though, the public still knows very little about him. Skit prefers it that way. He values his privacy, and verges on reclusive at times with his behavior. The hot questions involve his plans for his third book, but Skitero's not saying a word.