Post by aces on Mar 18, 2009 14:20:00 GMT -5
Name: Connor "Aces" McAlister
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: It's not a job I've seen on the forum yet, but perhaps there could be a poker table set up in the tavern? I'd run the table!
Description(Prefered a detailed description): > He stood about average height, roguish features covered only slightly by the shaggy brown hair that stuck out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat. Brown vest was worn under a black duster, and his trousers were brown as well. Black boots looked dusty from travel, as if he didn't worry too much about polish. When in a town, he would only be carrying a Colt 1851 Revolver, holstered just behind his belt to the right side of the large 4 Leaf Clover belt buckle. Outside of town, the Feline would have a Winchester Repeater, amongst other things, in his knapsack.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):
Aces McAlister sauntered in like the cat that he was, a smile upon his sharp-featured face. A few good steps carried him right to the bar, not bothering to look around. Sliding himself into the first empty stool, he searched and searched for a tender for the longest time as if not believing one was not there for him! And then he spun on the stool to look at the female behind him. "Now... Wha' in the bloody 'ell is one s'pose ta do aroun' 'ere fer a drink?"
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: It's not a job I've seen on the forum yet, but perhaps there could be a poker table set up in the tavern? I'd run the table!
Description(Prefered a detailed description): > He stood about average height, roguish features covered only slightly by the shaggy brown hair that stuck out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat. Brown vest was worn under a black duster, and his trousers were brown as well. Black boots looked dusty from travel, as if he didn't worry too much about polish. When in a town, he would only be carrying a Colt 1851 Revolver, holstered just behind his belt to the right side of the large 4 Leaf Clover belt buckle. Outside of town, the Feline would have a Winchester Repeater, amongst other things, in his knapsack.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):
Aces McAlister sauntered in like the cat that he was, a smile upon his sharp-featured face. A few good steps carried him right to the bar, not bothering to look around. Sliding himself into the first empty stool, he searched and searched for a tender for the longest time as if not believing one was not there for him! And then he spun on the stool to look at the female behind him. "Now... Wha' in the bloody 'ell is one s'pose ta do aroun' 'ere fer a drink?"
