this is the worst bio i've written in a while goodbye

??/M/5'11.
A supposedly young man who wears far too much makeup for his own good, Plum was lucky enough to inherit a large sum of money a while back and, ofcourse, he invested it in a ridiculously big house in which he resides alone. Accompanied only by an ensemble of lifelike, lifesized wax-dolls he creates himself.
It is only thanks to his inheritance that he can devote himself so completely to his rather strange hobby, before the money fell down his mailbox he was barely getting by working as a supermarket cashier. A job that didn't fit him the slightest as he has a deep rooted fear of social interaction and would much prefer it if everyone could just remain quiet at all times, really.
Really, he prefers puppets. If one were to go shopping with Plum he would most definitely attempt a conversation with the mannequins.
But he would like people much more if they didn't move around, and maybe if they were held up by barely visible strings or sat at a tea table with their wax coated faces stuck a constant calm expression, revealing nothing of the horrors they saw when they were still breathing...
Hrm.
Either way, Plum isn't very good at social interaction and his comments are usually very strange. He's fairly intelligent, or at least he looks as if though he should be. His hair is pitch black and on the wavier side, with straight cut bangs ending right over pale blue eyes. Clothing wise he much likes apparel that doesn't stick out too much, often wearing deep purples or blacks.