Aluiscious Maywhether was born in Mississippi; he has a fixation with personalized salt shakers and holds a strong moral obligation to his mother.
You can’t describe the way a man walks, or talks, or even moves, but you can sense the way a man holds himself, and Aluiscious Maywhether holds himself like a stagnant diamond in the corner of a room. He keeps all his brilliance for himself and watches the rest go by.
Aluiscious moved to San Francisco when he was seven. His mother had left his father when she realized he had no more money and took her boy by the hand because she didn’t want any harm done to her child. The bay had proved to be a great cultural resource for the young mind of Aluiscious, Lombard street threw him days and nights of peering into low town roof top affairs.
The thing you have to realize about Aluiscious is, he doesn’t think normally, and the thing about people who don’t think normally is they make other people think differently. And that’s exactly what he would do, Aluiscious Maywhether makes you think differently.

Public transport around san Francisco became a regular indulgence, a chance to treat his eyes upon the otherwise hidden public, he studies faces with a delicate interest and curiosity, his mothers warnings about staring never hung well with Aluiscious.
Sitting reserved with his legs crossed at the knee, opposite from an aging couple, Aluiscious became entranced by the elderly woman’s hair, unkept and stringy with oil, the dirt in-between each strand made him squirm uncomfortably. He hopped off the tram in disgust and slid down a sidewalk, lighting a cigarette smoothly with his favorite golden lighter. He only smoked Stuyvesant’s after reading in his early teens that they were Marilyn Munroe’s choice of 83’s.
Aluiscious carries a distinct mindset of glamour and the steps in which he can attain it effortlessly, the way in which his black skin shines in the sun is enough definition for any one being alone.
He focuses on the sidewalk to occupy his racing mind… breathing in and out rhythmically to each step he takes. Keeping great care not to touch any cracks of the war torn cement, he thinks about the money in his rear pocket and how it is rather non existent.

Aluiscious had no problem with lying or twisting words. He lived by the philosophy that everyone is born with a moral code, and that moral code enables a person to do whatever they feel is innate and therefore their right to do. Some people have the innate morality to murder somebody else, and for them that is a fine action. Aluiscious had the innate ability to lie, and he utilised that ability.

Critiques please.