"my hearts on an auction,
it goes out to the highest bid"
gender: male.
birthdate: october 31st, 1993
age: sixteen
hometown: Peace River, Alberta
heritage: Cree from his dads side, French from his mothers side, making Bo Métis

"dying is your latest fasion"
interests:
Paintballing, Abandoned buildings, Star gazing, Chain necklaces, Kayaking, Stuffed animals, Body Art, Rafting, Camping, Sunrises, Energy drinks, Long walks, Soccer
disinterests:
Reading, Dancing, Sitting for a long time, Alien existence suggestions, Coffee, Soda pop, Personal computers, Most video games, Nightmares
fears&nightmares:
Information being exposed, Being attacked by an animal, Alein invasion
addictions:
Sleeping pills, Pain
detailed personality:
In life it is found that many secrets are kept away from others. Some more than others like to hide away from themselves more than others. Bo a “more than” type of person. All his life he has kept the deepest of secrets from others; even those who he cared for more than anything in life. General information Bo is usually good at letting go of but things relative to the past or is a little bit more personal he will either start freaking out aggressively, or rush away into the distance praying that no one would follow him. If someone was to actually hold the knowledge of something personal of his, he typical starts shying away from them or acting awkward. It is his thoughts that if he acts awkward around them, they will act awkward towards him as well so eventually they can part and never speak again. This makes it difficult for him to actually make any close friends. The most close a friend will get to him is maybe when it’s the friend that is in a crisis. At that point he usually is open for a hug and will hold that person dearly until they feel better of the situation. With this in mind, he general comes off as a teddy bear to the public but inside he is one gloomy, depressed kid.

It became public once it was put on the news, but Bo is actually a very violent character. Much of the time he lets things sit inside of him till the dominos start to topple over. Rarely will he find himself at the boiling point. Usually when he starts building it is from a close encounter with part of his past or something personal being exposed. Other times it is when someone is being threatened; especially if it is someone he desperately cares about. He has always had accessibility to weapons and his creative mind set doesn’t help when he does topple. The person that he would be upset at could be in a dangerous position if Bo was angry enough. The thought of Bo actually going out and shooting someone, even if it was not necessarily fatal should be reason enough for someone to be careful with his emotions rather than bump him around too much.

There's not much to saying but before the media portrayed him somewhat of a menace when Bo was just a friendly, serene person. He is always the one that is ran to when there is a trouble at hand. People put their trust and authority into him and realize that he will always be willing to keep a secret for that person. It is rare that one could find a person like Bo where he is completely willing to stick through with you until the death. Some may say he would be the perfect sacrificial lamb, because he is just to kind and would fall into the hands of someone’s trust that easy. Typically, he trusts whatever is told to him. His weakness is that he cares too much.

"if i let this go,
would the scars continue to show?"
parents:
Summer Rivers, Clothing designer
Robert Rivers, Small store owner
siblings: none.
significant other(s): Spencer.
pets&animals: none.
detailed history:
Robert Rivers was the typical boy that grew up around Peace River, Alberta. He ran around with the boys playing a chicken game on the rail road bridge until they heard the train coming, in which time they would quickly run off the tracks onto the land or hold onto the triangle rails that were directly below the train tracks. It was a blast at the time but as the young boy soon turned into a young man he found other means of entertainment. Around the time of graduation he had found himself a soon to be wife by the name of Summer Cavanaugh. Robert decided to pursue somewhat of his own fathers hobbies such as hunting wild game and fishing down at the river. Over the years he turned into an old man in a youthful body. He found himself a place on the fringes of Peace River for himself and Summer to settle down in. Himself and his wife decided to start a business in the town involving fish and wildlife. Summer sewed together garments for camouflage and Robert worked together parts of guns to make into other hunting tools. Once everything was settled it was decided together that they would bare a child, and that child was named Bo.

Bo was their beautiful boy that Robert and Summer had dreamt about every night when he still was resting in his mother’s stomach. He had the cutest, shining eyes and then a pinch able, chubby face. Friends constantly came over to see little Bo, and sometimes Summer would bring him to their work building where costumers would awe over the little baby Bo. People always made the comment that the baby would grow up to be a little heart breaker. It was true though. Even though little baby Bo was such a young little thing, it was obvious even at this age that he would turn out to be quite the handsome boy when he grew older. Each year was the same as Bo grew up. He became quite the handsome toddler and was roaming around the store pointing at everything he felt a costumer should pay attention too. Even when he started learning more words he would pull on a person’s cloths and be like “pick this one” and then take them to another place. Robert sometimes made a joking comment of how his son was a better sales man than he was, and it might almost be true. Who could resist such a cute, brilliant face?

Five years had passed, just like Bo’s birthday party had. Now it was the night after where he had himself and his parents. Bo was busy in his room playing with all his new toys and hanging some clothes that his aunt had sent to him in the mail. His favourite toy that he had received from one of his kindergarten friends was that of an air-soft gun. He hadn’t shot anything out of it yet, nor had he even put any little pellets inside. He held it excitedly in his hand. When he had received the gift, his dad had said that they would go out one day and shoot some pop cans or some gofers with the little gun. The idea excited him so dearly that he started aiming his gun at particular objects imagining that he shot at it with perfect aim; he could see it no other way. Suddenly, when he was pointing at his lamp, he actually heard something crash. For a moment he thought he may have pulled the trigger to hard and something was actually coming out of the gun, but when he looked at his lamp it was completely together. It was at that moment he realized there was decently loud talking from down the hall. Bo opened the door shyly watching what was going on down the hall. He first saw his mother who looked surprised, scared and very concerned. She kept on looking towards where Bo’s room was as if she wanted to come in to get Bo. Then his father came into view. His arms were flailing and his face was beat red. Bo was utterly and completely confused. “Daddy... Mommy...?” He said very quietly from down the hall. His parents didn’t hear him. Bo started creeping down the hall, gun in hand, and then he stopped at the end of the hall when he could hear what was going on better. “Someone needs to clean this shit up, Summer!” He heard his dad yell, unsure of what he was speaking about. Bo just stepped right in, pulling up his gun and then pointed it at his dad. “Bang!” Bo said loud and excitedly, “I shot you with my love gun daddy!” A big smile was written across his face and the anger in his father’s face left. It was hard to act anger around someone that seemed to innocent, even when they were referring to an inappropriate song. But because of that innocence—Bo may not have realized it at the time—he had saved his mother from a disastrous fight.

His father eventually did take Bo outside to shoot at some pop cans and along with some gofers. Even at a young age, Bo had a good feel for it, and asked to do it often. Whenever his father was available to, together they could go outside, set up a fence line of pop cans, and shoot at them till all of them were down. Sometimes when Bo knew that his father would be working late, he’d go out by himself. In reality he did not really think that he needed the help that his father was persistent about. In Bo’s eyes, there was not much hazard in shooting at a pop can. But one night, when Bo’s mother did not have time to warn Bo that his father had come home, Robert came straight through to the yard furious. “Bo Jude Rivers!” The loud harsh tone was only familiar from the fifth birthday fight that Bo had walked in on. Truth be told, Bo was frightened, because there was a look in his father that seemed more monstrous than man when the was angry. Robert got closer and closer to Bo. He wanted to run. He wanted to run inside and hug his mommy and hope that his angry father would go away. But Bo could not run away, he was completely petrified, therefore frozen in fear. “I thought before I told you to wait for me!” Robert lifted his hands and turned Bo around, “You. Need. To. Think. About. Your. Safety!” Between each word, Robert smacked Bo on the butt harshly. Bo had not expected to be hit by his father, and out of all the surprise, tears slowly weld in his eyes and began to fall as Robert walked back into the house. Bo could see his mother through the sliding door. She herself looked petrified, but could not move, obviously in fear of making a stir with Robert again. Bo fell onto the ground with a big hmph. Then he picked up his gun and made his way back to his room.

An experience such as the one before never took hold of Bo for a long time. He was able to learn very quickly that he did not like his father touch him at all. Bo was ten years old now, and found himself staying in Peace River more than being at home. Usually he was near the rail road tracks with his friends. They would watch in a distance as the train would motor past them. Bo always found it somewhat interesting and beautiful. It made him think of the novel Harry Potter, so he sometimes pretended that Harry was inside watching them as he drove by. Bo had never really been into readying, but he remembered it as one of the novels that his mom read to him as he was going to sleep. There was something soothing about the first book, but only the first book. Bo would not let his mother read anymore than the first book, mostly because he really did not want to know what was going to happen. When the first movie came out that year he watched it with his mother, upset that there were several things that were not included, but yet at the same time satisfied because he would not need to read the rest of the books when the other movies came out. Harry Potter was one of the few things that Bo liked to share with his mother, although as he grew older his relationship with her grew closer while his father’s parted. Bo didn’t mind shooting at things but since the incident when he was younger, he chose more or less not too unless his father was offering. But even his father’s offers started to go dismal as time passed. Robert was home less and less, telling his son and wife that he just liked to work late in peace, but Bo was unsure what to think of it. But Bo didn’t complain about it either.

Bo had stayed in town after a soccer practice. He felt disgusting and wanted to go home right away. But he was left at the fields waiting for his father, but he was not there. Normally Bo’s mother would be the one to pick up Bo, but it was his father’s turn to do it because Summer was out of town for a few days. Forty minutes had passed, but Bo was still standing there waiting. It was getting ridiculous and Bo soon just gave up waiting. He picked up his stuff lazily and started walking up the street. It was a long walk to his father’s work place, but Bo did not know what else to do, considering it was a longer walk back to his own house. When Bo was finally able to reach the store, he took note on two vehicles sitting in the parking lot, but the sign showed that the store was closed. Exhausted, Bo just staggered towards the store, dropping all his stuff. He tried opening the door, but it was locked. This was strange, considering when his father was in the building, it was rare that the store was ever locked. Bo took himself a look in the large window, curious of what was going on. There was nothing he could see at first, until there was a movement. There was a woman in a summer dress holding his father’s hand as they made their way down a row of fire-arms. His father looked hot and bothered, yet at the same time excited while the woman held a look that looked dominating. Bo was completely confused. He was only thirteen years old but he had a good idea of what was going on. Suddenly the mood on the woman’s face changed to one of a pout. It all happened in one sudden movement. Robert reached for the back of the woman’s head, holding her violently and then leaned into her lips violently kissing her. It was disturbing and made Bo cringe away. This was too much. Bo took his hand and just threw it into the window, glass shattering everywhere. And in one instant, he picked up his feet and started running out of town. Nothing, not even the male screaming his named stopped Bo from running as tears fell down his face.

Robert had been seeing the woman for a while now, possibly a little over a year. When his son had caught them, he was not too surprised with his reaction. They had grown so far apart in the past years that Robert was just more scared of what would happen when he got home; and he should be scared for when he gets home. The door opened very slowly and dramatically as Robert called softly for his son, “Bo?” There was no answer. Robert closed the door gently, turned on the light and noticed Bo’s face reflecting in the other room. “I think we have a lot to talk about, son,” Robert started to walk towards Bo, but then suddenly, bang. Bo pulled out the small Blacktail handgun he had in his hand, and set it on the table, walking over to his father. Bo looked over his father, face expressionless watching as the blood gushed out of his shoulder and then said, “your dead to me,” then he walked away. He sat back down where he was sitting before, watching his father who was on the ground. A tear or two fell down his eyes every couple of minutes, but he still had the same, cold expression on his face. Not a move or sound was made for at least thirty minutes. Finally, Bo got back up and knelt over his father. It didn’t look like his father was dead, but he was definitely getting pale. Bo sighed and then dialled 9-1-1 on his phone. “Yes can I get an ambulance out here? My father was shot!” Bo said sounding to sound tragic, but he quickly slammed the phone down before questions were asked. Then he dialled the number to his mother’s cell phone. “Hello?” A chipper voice came from the other end of the phone, “Mom, you might want to come home, we have a lot to talk about,” Bo did not really explain what happened to his mom, he just told her that Robert had gotten hurt, and it would be best for her to come home. But when the authorities came to the scene, Bo explained everything to them. Unfortunately, they did not give him the sympathy that Bo so hopefully wanted to have. Bo was put into a juvenile prison center before his mother even got home.

The place was gloomy, broken looking and completely violent. The moment that Bo stepped through the doors to go towards his prison cell he got whistled at and took notice of the few boys roughing each other up, it looked horrible. But Bo did not care one bit. At the moment it seemed better than going home. His father would be in the hospital; who knew if the was going to wake up from being in shock or if he would die and then Bo knew that his mother would not be able to look at him once she knew everything. For now this cell would have to be his place of serenity; that is if he could ever get to sleep. Bo was the only one in the cell at the moment. Surprisingly, there were not a whole lot of boys in the facility. Apparently there was only something over one hounded students in the building, which compared to his school was nothing. Bo quietly sat himself down on what was supposed to be a bed and waited patiently until the guard closed the cell door. Slowly things got a little more quiet. Instead of the loud hoots and such, there were some whispers and then occasionally Bo heard the sound of hitting. Bo finally got up and started looking around the cell. It didn’t look so bad. But he only thought this because he was so used to the stereotyped cells that are portrayed in the movies. When he found that there was truly, nothing in the cell that made much of a difference for him, he found himself back on the bed. He found himself laying down, staring at the bunk above him. He knew that his bunk should be hard or soft, maybe scratchy, or at least something; but he couldn’t feel the difference as he slowly found himself to sleep.

When Bo woke up he was refreshed that it wasn’t to a guard yapping and telling him to get his ass out of bed and do a lap, but instead he woke up on his own terms. He also felt refreshed to know that there was going to be a trial on him soon, and then he could get out of this place, at least for the while. It was almost peaceful just lying there, and Bo felt content to believe that it was going to remain that way. That was until he heard the bars slide open to his cell. His head swung around to see that there was another boy joining him in his cell. He listened as the guard told him he appeared to be the top bunk. And then the guard dropped a bag of stuff that appeared to be the boy’s. “Careful with that, its fragile!” He shot at the guard as he quickly picked up the bag, throwing it on the top bunk. The boy remained standing there for the while as the guard left. Bo never spoke a word, waiting to see if the other guy would. But neither of them really spoke a word. The other guy climbed to the top bunk, making some ruffling sounds and then there was a short breaking sound, as if he had just cracked on his knuckles. It was completely unexpected but only a short moment later Bo heard, “So... what do you think of tattoos?” Bo got up a little in his bed, slightly confused. “I don’t know, never really thought much about them.” The other guy was silent for a moment, and then jumped down from his bunk. “Well, do you want one because I have the equipment?” He asked as if Bo had been thinking about getting one all his life. “I guess that would be cool.” The other boy smiled, grabbing for his equipment and started setting up right away.

After the tattoo was given, Bo learned that the other boys name was Spencer; and that he was immune to an apparent burn that getting a tattoo was supposed to give. The fact that Bo was completely oblivious to any of the pain intrigued Spencer so much that he just couldn’t stop talking about it. “You are the best behaving person that has ever received art from me before, people are always squirming making it hard for me to draw on them properly, but your ink looks perfect bro, I mean look at that scripture.” Bo was very aware of how neatly printed the ink was in his skin. He badly wanted to tell Spencer that it was not just that he couldn’t feel the burning and such, but he actually could not feel the ink or needle in his skin what so ever. There was no numbing feeling either, it just wasn’t there.