Zared Madigan, 22 male rich boy from Mars

You yawn as you wake up from a nap, when did you fall asleep? Everyone else has already left the classroom but you don't care. You shrug as you wipe away the sleep in your eyes. This isn't anything you don't already know. Back on Mars, you learned this from of history in middle school. Who gives a shit anyways how we are what we are. You put your sunglasses on and head out towards the common area. You are a thinner smart ass who has never wanted for anything. Daddy and Mommy are rich and the only reason you are on this junk pile of a space colony college is that you never bothered to show up to class much after your sophomore year of high school. You begged them to pay for a better school. Something ivy league on Mars where you could hang with your bros. They refused and decided to send you here, to "teach you a lesson in humility" and "to take responsibility for your actions." You grimace and scoff while you think about it.

As you walk into the common area there are several groups of people calling you to come to hang out with them. They know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. Picking who you want in your presence isn't difficult, you have your pick of the litter. The issue is figuring out who just wants your money. Who are you kidding, everyone wants your money. You run a hand through your long brown hair and flash a smile at the room. You can see several people swoon. You're a good-looking guy. You always have been. You started swimming when you were young and so have a sleek physique that other men wish they had. You have piercing grey eyes that can get you whatever you want. Plus on top of everything you are confident to the point of arrogance.