Austin, 22

Austin, 22 and paranoid, would lie awake and wonder. Nervously. Every woman that had mistakenly ended up in bed with him after last call could hear him quietly murmur - "Are You coming for me tonight?"

A thrill seeker before midnight - but closer to twilight ... You could sometimes find him sitting against the outside of a local tavern, digging and scratching at his skin; working tirelessly to scratch away the blue ink that constantly reminded him - Carpe Diem.

Conflicted by conscience.