Post by Alfred on Sept 12, 2009 22:56:20 GMT -5
Name: Alfred Knight
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Medic
Desc: A tall, lankey sort of man. He was a college boy, through and through. Nice tidy clothing, large glasses, wll spoken....and horrible with a gun. He would be dressed nicely in a long shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. That would be tucked into a pair of fresh brown pants, which would be held up by some suspenders. Hair would alway be trimmed, and no hair would touch this man's face, other than his eyebrows.
RP, from logs: Alfred Knight quietly, nervously walked into the saloon, hands sitting in his pockets. His eyes searching the building. He was worried about what kind of characters he would find, and boy, he was glad to see no one in there besides the woman behind the bar. He kept walking forward, before gently sitting on one of the bar stools. He would smile, albeit a timid one. "Ma'am?" he would raise his hand, trying to get her attention, still looking outrageously uptight. As he sat there, waiting for a response, he pushed his glasses up, putting them into a more comftorable position.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Medic
Desc: A tall, lankey sort of man. He was a college boy, through and through. Nice tidy clothing, large glasses, wll spoken....and horrible with a gun. He would be dressed nicely in a long shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. That would be tucked into a pair of fresh brown pants, which would be held up by some suspenders. Hair would alway be trimmed, and no hair would touch this man's face, other than his eyebrows.
RP, from logs: Alfred Knight quietly, nervously walked into the saloon, hands sitting in his pockets. His eyes searching the building. He was worried about what kind of characters he would find, and boy, he was glad to see no one in there besides the woman behind the bar. He kept walking forward, before gently sitting on one of the bar stools. He would smile, albeit a timid one. "Ma'am?" he would raise his hand, trying to get her attention, still looking outrageously uptight. As he sat there, waiting for a response, he pushed his glasses up, putting them into a more comftorable position.
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