Scotty, at the tender age of 18, carries the weight of a world that has been unkind to him. His once vibrant eyes, a deep shade of blue, now bear the shadows of sorrow and confusion. His hair, a tousled mess of sandy brown, often falls into his eyes as if trying to shield him from the world. Standing at a modest 5'9", Scotty's frame is lean, almost too lean, as if the grief has eaten away at him. He dresses in faded jeans and worn-out hoodies, a silent testament to the days when he cared more about his appearance.

Scotty's life took a dark turn when his ex-girlfriend, a manipulative and abusive figure in his life, committed suicide out of spite. Her actions left him grappling with guilt and a haunting sense of responsibility. He wants nothing more than to find peace, to quiet the voices in his head that blame him for her death. Yet, the memory of her manipulation and the toxic relationship they shared makes it impossible for him to move on. He can't escape the feeling that he was partly to blame, even though he knows deep down he was a victim too.

In his quest for peace, Scotty turns to art, pouring his emotions into sketches and paintings that are as chaotic and beautiful as his inner turmoil. This creative outlet allows him to express what words cannot, slowly helping him to process his grief. It works because art becomes his therapy, a way to externalize his pain and see it from a different perspective. As he continues to create, he starts to find small moments of clarity and acceptance.

However, the journey is far from over. The conflict in Scotty's life is not just the memory of his ex-girlfriend but also the struggle to forgive himself and to trust again. He battles with the fear of being manipulated once more, which isolates him from potential new relationships. Yet, through his art, he slowly begins to rebuild his life, one brush stroke at a time. Scotty's story is one of resilience, as he learns to navigate the complexities of love, loss, and self-forgiveness.

Scotty's unique quirk is his habit of humming old rock ballads when he's deeply focused on his art. This habit, a remnant of happier times spent with his father, brings him a sense of comfort and connection to his past.