Post by endymien on Apr 13, 2009 18:04:47 GMT -5
Name: Molly Abernethy.
Age:24
Gender: Female
Job Wanted: Saloon gal.
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted: Brothel gal.
Description(Prefered a detailed description):
Pale, almost white golden retriever femme. Her hair is only slightly more golden than her fur, left to tumble down in tamed waves. The color of her eyes a mossy green. Clothing is neither showy or conservative. A perhaps slightly outdated s-bend corset shaps the body underneath a dress with low neckline, slim sleeves, and no bustle. Perhaps to be convenient for the holster at her hip holding her Colt 45. Her voice and features are very soft, possibly making her appear a bit younger than she is. At a look, she does not seem older than twenty two or so. Even with the gun at her corset cinched waist she lacks a look of intimidation, and the smooth southern draw with the light touch of an accent of one raised by an Irish parent did nothing to help the matter.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):
Molly Abernethy growled. "Oh, I see in your genious mind a fair fight is when a huge man grabs a little lady with no warning? What would a man expect, taking a girl by surprise like that?" Honestly it could have been the pope himself grabbing her from behind and she'd start smacking. "And don't you be pointing guns! You want a fair fight against that? Drop my glass?" She chucked the empty glass as hard as she could towards the man's head. Perhaps she would miss, but maybe at least it would distract him and his gun. "For the last time, this is none of your business! It's between me an' this lady here." She turned herself to the feline, watching her and waiting for a move, half expecting to get shot from one of the other patrons who rightly all considered her a ***** as well.
Age:24
Gender: Female
Job Wanted: Saloon gal.
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted: Brothel gal.
Description(Prefered a detailed description):
Pale, almost white golden retriever femme. Her hair is only slightly more golden than her fur, left to tumble down in tamed waves. The color of her eyes a mossy green. Clothing is neither showy or conservative. A perhaps slightly outdated s-bend corset shaps the body underneath a dress with low neckline, slim sleeves, and no bustle. Perhaps to be convenient for the holster at her hip holding her Colt 45. Her voice and features are very soft, possibly making her appear a bit younger than she is. At a look, she does not seem older than twenty two or so. Even with the gun at her corset cinched waist she lacks a look of intimidation, and the smooth southern draw with the light touch of an accent of one raised by an Irish parent did nothing to help the matter.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):
Molly Abernethy growled. "Oh, I see in your genious mind a fair fight is when a huge man grabs a little lady with no warning? What would a man expect, taking a girl by surprise like that?" Honestly it could have been the pope himself grabbing her from behind and she'd start smacking. "And don't you be pointing guns! You want a fair fight against that? Drop my glass?" She chucked the empty glass as hard as she could towards the man's head. Perhaps she would miss, but maybe at least it would distract him and his gun. "For the last time, this is none of your business! It's between me an' this lady here." She turned herself to the feline, watching her and waiting for a move, half expecting to get shot from one of the other patrons who rightly all considered her a ***** as well.
