Post by Mr. Fancy Britches on Jun 30, 2010 12:09:07 GMT -5
Name: Albie
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Grave Digger
Description: Of an average height for a human male (five foot, eight inches) with a slender figure. Slightly toned muscles were hidden by clothing that made him merely appear slim. His favorite and most seen outfit consisted of a white, silky jacket over a light blue plaid long-sleeve shirt with a simple pair of blue jeans and some leather boots. He often dressed nicely, an expensive yet not so flashy taste. He does not typically wear a hat, thus his short, sandy blond hair was easily visible, as was his dark blue eyes. He had a tanned complexion, and remained a rather clean guy, given the day and age he lived in. Constantly, there was a Schofield Model 3 holstered at his right hip and a money pouch just beside it.
Reference: tr1plets.deviantart.com/#/d2svoa5
Example of RP: Albie would seem to brighten at the prospect of getting milk. He wasn't exactly of the norm, apparently. "Thanks, Miss," he would say, grinning as he fished out some coins. He paused when Lolet inquired of her preferred drink for the night. Well, at least one of them would be sober. "Yeah, sure." He would say and tossed down some more coins to pay for the girl's wine. Perhaps he only allowed it in order to celebrate. What could be better than milk and wine? Whiskey. The youth eyed the man on the corner before he listened to Yarla's spiel. He gave a nod and a thumbs up. When she finished, he would lift his glass of milk to the young'un. "Good choice, friend. Cheers," he would say, raising his glass some to the child as he smiled.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Grave Digger
Description: Of an average height for a human male (five foot, eight inches) with a slender figure. Slightly toned muscles were hidden by clothing that made him merely appear slim. His favorite and most seen outfit consisted of a white, silky jacket over a light blue plaid long-sleeve shirt with a simple pair of blue jeans and some leather boots. He often dressed nicely, an expensive yet not so flashy taste. He does not typically wear a hat, thus his short, sandy blond hair was easily visible, as was his dark blue eyes. He had a tanned complexion, and remained a rather clean guy, given the day and age he lived in. Constantly, there was a Schofield Model 3 holstered at his right hip and a money pouch just beside it.
Reference: tr1plets.deviantart.com/#/d2svoa5
Example of RP: Albie would seem to brighten at the prospect of getting milk. He wasn't exactly of the norm, apparently. "Thanks, Miss," he would say, grinning as he fished out some coins. He paused when Lolet inquired of her preferred drink for the night. Well, at least one of them would be sober. "Yeah, sure." He would say and tossed down some more coins to pay for the girl's wine. Perhaps he only allowed it in order to celebrate. What could be better than milk and wine? Whiskey. The youth eyed the man on the corner before he listened to Yarla's spiel. He gave a nod and a thumbs up. When she finished, he would lift his glass of milk to the young'un. "Good choice, friend. Cheers," he would say, raising his glass some to the child as he smiled.