Post by alejandracrawford on Jun 12, 2009 12:57:21 GMT -5
Name: Joshua Emerison
Age: Roughly 18
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Brothel Boy
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description) :
This young male wasn't what one would expect walking the streets of such a small town. His light blue button down shirt was tucked into black trousers and covered by a tight fitting avocado green colored vest. His feet were covered dark brown boots. His short dark blond hair was combed back neatly, away from his face. A hint of rouge lay on the apples of his cheeks and a thin line of kohl under his lower lash line, only bringing the storm gray pigment of his eyes to the forefront.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.) :
(This one is made up. I haven't really played Josh all that much.)
Joshua Emerison walked from the train tracks, his thumbs loopped through the belt loops of his trousers. His painted eyes scanned his surroundings and a wide smile crossed his lips as he spotted a blue jay in the sky. Josh stopped in front of the saloon and laughed lightly as he heard the tune being playing from the ivories of the paino. The young man stepped onto the porch, placed a light fur paw on the left swinging door and pushed it open, slipping inside. He walked effortlessly to the bar and sat down at the end, eyeing the male patrons lightly, trying not to out himself just yet.
Age: Roughly 18
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Brothel Boy
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description) :
This young male wasn't what one would expect walking the streets of such a small town. His light blue button down shirt was tucked into black trousers and covered by a tight fitting avocado green colored vest. His feet were covered dark brown boots. His short dark blond hair was combed back neatly, away from his face. A hint of rouge lay on the apples of his cheeks and a thin line of kohl under his lower lash line, only bringing the storm gray pigment of his eyes to the forefront.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.) :
(This one is made up. I haven't really played Josh all that much.)
Joshua Emerison walked from the train tracks, his thumbs loopped through the belt loops of his trousers. His painted eyes scanned his surroundings and a wide smile crossed his lips as he spotted a blue jay in the sky. Josh stopped in front of the saloon and laughed lightly as he heard the tune being playing from the ivories of the paino. The young man stepped onto the porch, placed a light fur paw on the left swinging door and pushed it open, slipping inside. He walked effortlessly to the bar and sat down at the end, eyeing the male patrons lightly, trying not to out himself just yet.
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