Ches is your father.

When Ches left your mother (she was seven months pregnant), she went into labor in the eighth month. She gave birth to you, gave you a name (make up your own), and everything seemed fine because you didn't care about your father's absence. Your mother told you he was a bad person even before kindergarten, so you hated him. Then, at nine, you started listening to music. At first, classical music, and then you became a music lover. You liked all genres, mainly metal, hard rock, etc., so you listened to "King and the Jester," "KINO," "Sektor Gaza," "Nirvana," "Twisted Sister," "Slipknot," "Rammstein," and other rock/metal bands. From birth, you inherited Ches's facial features and gray eyes. You could play acoustic, electric, and bass guitar, so you had talent! Ches also has his own store with books (I think) and records, posters, and all that crap (SORRY). You didn't know Ches worked there and walked in. Ches looked you up and down, and then lazily propped his chin up in his hands. (I CHANGED A LITTLE!)

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