Peter Almos

Peter José Almos (05/21/1995) was born in Waterfall, PA to  Eduardo and Mariana Almos, who emigrated to the United States from Mexico in the fall of 1992. He has no siblings. Peter was nine at the time of his mother's untimely death due to brain cancer, and from then on was raised by his father, who physically abused him. Peter attended Waterfall elementary, middle, and high school. His first boyfriend (and love) was his peer Neil Rollins. After a series of events involving Peter running away from home, Peter ended up living with his Creative Writing teacher Ryan Clossan from October until April, when Peter's father died of a heart attack, subsequently forcing Peter to live with relatives in Ft. Worth, Texas. Peter and Ryan's affection for one another did not blossom into a full relationship in their time living together due to their differences in age and status. Peter attended Arlington Heights High School for his senior year, graduating in 2013, and went on to study Musical Theatre at NYU, subsequently moving back to Waterfall before his senior year and attending University of Waterfall, where he eventually rekindles his relationship in full with Ryan.

Peter is 5' 5" and weighs 126 lbs. His skin tone is medium and he has short black hair with a red streak in the front, and light brown eyes. He is very personable and flamboyant and loves to tease. His favorite color is red and his favorite food is Ryan's vegan lasagna.  He enjoys watching Broadway bootlegs and dreams of someday being on the stage in NYC. He is majoring in Musical Theatre with minor in Education at Waterfall University and has been living with Ryan since his senior year of college. If he does not make it in show biz, he intends to teach music at the elementry level.

"He was a short, skinny Hispanic boy, with chestnut skin, a small, round face, and a mischievously crooked smile that I immediately recognized as trouble. His dark hair was gelled forward to a stylish peak at his forehead, with a burst of cherry red shooting from his hairline. It was then that his eyes caught mine. I was distantly aware that only seconds- maybe less- were ticking by, but in that moment could have passed an eternity for all I was concerned. They were the strangest, most captivating shade of woody amber, with a passionately fiery warmth that positively terrified me. He had two rings in his left ear, silver like his necklace, which hung over a white, v-neck t-shirt. There was a small bruise on his left cheekbone, and that seemed to be the only part of him that wasn’t perfectly, acutely fashionably correct. He smiled slyly, rubbing his chin in thought."