Post by jackradison on Mar 5, 2009 23:21:33 GMT -5
Name: Jack Radison
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Brothel Manager
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted: Ranch Hand
Furcadian Description - Lively black fur contrasts against his, (neatly combed and trimmed), reddish mane; which partly hides against the stylish bowler hat upon the Equines head. Overall, his eight foot stature was dressed to impress, and seemed slightly out of place against his broad, muscular build. The black of his Frockcoat could not hide the stark white of his shirt underneath, possibly due to the missing top button closest to his neck. Grey trousers were loose, and were being kept up by a leather brown belt. A healing scar sat just under his left, bright yellow eye, yet his rightmost eye was a softer green color. Glinting metal of the holstered Peacemaker sat against his right side, looking to be in pristine condition.
( I realize you may be looking for a completely custom/more detailed description, and I can give one of those if my current really isn't suitable enough in a forum format. )
Example of RP: Jack Radison gave almost a fatherly chuckle as he takes the Gun from Cecillia, and listens to Yarla speak. " I ain't hold nothin' against you Sweetheart. Your drunk, angry, and have a loaded gun. To be honest I was expectin' a tid worse. " the Equine replies, putting the gun onto the table. It wasn't his, and she seemed to not be in a gun-toting rampage-like state still. " But you are still a bit wrong, Madam. You deserve nothin' less than a few good friends to turn to. Apology accepted. " Jack adds, with a small smile in her direction. " Cactus wouldn't want us to be mournin' like this. And I'm sure, somewhere in some fabled doggy-heaven, he's in a better place than this. " He took a drink from a whiskey glass that wasn't even his, that was laying nearby. " Life's too short to live without people, or animals like Cactus to turn to. I can't say I am cuddly and cute, but I can try to be in the future, for ya'. "
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Brothel Manager
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted: Ranch Hand
Furcadian Description - Lively black fur contrasts against his, (neatly combed and trimmed), reddish mane; which partly hides against the stylish bowler hat upon the Equines head. Overall, his eight foot stature was dressed to impress, and seemed slightly out of place against his broad, muscular build. The black of his Frockcoat could not hide the stark white of his shirt underneath, possibly due to the missing top button closest to his neck. Grey trousers were loose, and were being kept up by a leather brown belt. A healing scar sat just under his left, bright yellow eye, yet his rightmost eye was a softer green color. Glinting metal of the holstered Peacemaker sat against his right side, looking to be in pristine condition.
( I realize you may be looking for a completely custom/more detailed description, and I can give one of those if my current really isn't suitable enough in a forum format. )
Example of RP: Jack Radison gave almost a fatherly chuckle as he takes the Gun from Cecillia, and listens to Yarla speak. " I ain't hold nothin' against you Sweetheart. Your drunk, angry, and have a loaded gun. To be honest I was expectin' a tid worse. " the Equine replies, putting the gun onto the table. It wasn't his, and she seemed to not be in a gun-toting rampage-like state still. " But you are still a bit wrong, Madam. You deserve nothin' less than a few good friends to turn to. Apology accepted. " Jack adds, with a small smile in her direction. " Cactus wouldn't want us to be mournin' like this. And I'm sure, somewhere in some fabled doggy-heaven, he's in a better place than this. " He took a drink from a whiskey glass that wasn't even his, that was laying nearby. " Life's too short to live without people, or animals like Cactus to turn to. I can't say I am cuddly and cute, but I can try to be in the future, for ya'. "