Post by Alfred on Sept 19, 2009 23:49:50 GMT -5
Name: Norris Crow
Alter Ego: Mr. Black
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Psychopathic Killer
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description): Psychotic. Long, lithe physique, would look more creature than man. It would be draped by a long, neat suit of black. Gaze that would seem to defile all that it looked upon, letting them see how dark his intentions were. Long mess of wiry black hair, would be covered by a wide brimmed hat, which emphasized his snow white skin. His lips would be blood red, and would be in a constant smile, which would show his long, sharpened, yellow teeth. At his thin side would be his weapon his "Bullet Eater" .45 equalizer. He was a sick man, not of body, but of mind. He was as unpredictable as they come, having no rhyme or reason to the deeds he did. The only thing he left them with was his smile, and the blood curdling laughter.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):
Norris Crow chuckled as he took the rifle. He pointed it at the bartender, and started laughing, eyes glaring at the man, jagged teeth accidentally cutting his lips, making blood leak down his face. He would unload on the man, letting go of every shot that was in it. After he was done with it, he would toss it on the ground, walk over to the man's bleed corpse, and just stare at it. "Art" he would say, nearly a whisper. After a moment or so, he would pull out a long, wicked looking blade, and start carving the man's face up. Once he was done, the man's lips would be gone, and the sides would be extended to nearly under the eyes. Making him look like a sick circus clown. "I wanted him to die happy" would be the last thing he said, before he went and sat back down, covered in blood.
Alter Ego: Mr. Black
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Psychopathic Killer
(If previous is N/A) Other Position wanted:
Description(Prefered a detailed description): Psychotic. Long, lithe physique, would look more creature than man. It would be draped by a long, neat suit of black. Gaze that would seem to defile all that it looked upon, letting them see how dark his intentions were. Long mess of wiry black hair, would be covered by a wide brimmed hat, which emphasized his snow white skin. His lips would be blood red, and would be in a constant smile, which would show his long, sharpened, yellow teeth. At his thin side would be his weapon his "Bullet Eater" .45 equalizer. He was a sick man, not of body, but of mind. He was as unpredictable as they come, having no rhyme or reason to the deeds he did. The only thing he left them with was his smile, and the blood curdling laughter.
Example of RP(Preferably a RP log from previous RPs, otherwise make it up.):
Norris Crow chuckled as he took the rifle. He pointed it at the bartender, and started laughing, eyes glaring at the man, jagged teeth accidentally cutting his lips, making blood leak down his face. He would unload on the man, letting go of every shot that was in it. After he was done with it, he would toss it on the ground, walk over to the man's bleed corpse, and just stare at it. "Art" he would say, nearly a whisper. After a moment or so, he would pull out a long, wicked looking blade, and start carving the man's face up. Once he was done, the man's lips would be gone, and the sides would be extended to nearly under the eyes. Making him look like a sick circus clown. "I wanted him to die happy" would be the last thing he said, before he went and sat back down, covered in blood.
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