Post by HB Slim on Dec 21, 2007 0:37:30 GMT -5
Name: Damarr Gryphon Purifoy. But I've come to like Hot Biscuit Slim. Either name works, or a varient of them, if it suites your fancy.
Age: 17
Location: Wisconsin
How long have you been rping: 6 years now
Favourite Thing: Ever? Gotta be that Jazz
Way for me to contact you: check my profile. email me, msn me, or call me. whatever works.
Roleplay Sample:
Walking smoothly down the hallway, Tobias glanced at every door he passed, not wanting to miss the right room. Or, rather, the room number. It was to be expected that a student would, over time, learn the layout of their school almost as well as the architect who drew the building's designs; but such a time was a good distance away from this young man, if he even managed to stay here long enough.
Not that Tobias was looking to cause trouble of any sort. Not, at least, during school. No, Tobias was as good a student as the next kid. Although I suppose that the term 'kid' barely applied to the young man, as he appeared to be many years beyond childhood. Yes, the slightly tan, round-faced, and chubby cheeks of youth had hardened into a dark, muscular, and refined jaw, which was currently going to work on a stick of gum - something fruity, by the smell. And while his skin had darkened slightly in color, the young man's eyes had grown brighter. Seeming to almost shine with pure excitement, Tobias' bright green eyes were glowing with an unmistakable joy that comes with the pleasure of new adventures and quests just begun.
Not allowing their pride to fall, Tobias' arms, legs, hands and feet (along with every other part of him that was capable) all grew to keep pace with his jawline and eyes. And so Tobias now stood a couple inches over six feet, with eight more inches of tightly curled hair standing out in every direction from his head, all of it stark white. Into this curly, white globe Tobias had stuck a bright green, plastic hair pick. The color of the pick matched both his eyes and the green, striped shirt that spanned his broad chest. The sleeves of the shirt had been rolled up to Tobias' elbows, and the shirt's untucked hem dropped down over the top of Tobias' black jeans. The jeans' baggy length traveled down Tobias' legs and ended in a pair of black Air Walks.
Is it an Intro or Post: That would be an introduction... only one I have saved, actually.
Average post length: I'd say about three or four decent paragraphs
Age: 17
Location: Wisconsin
How long have you been rping: 6 years now
Favourite Thing: Ever? Gotta be that Jazz
Way for me to contact you: check my profile. email me, msn me, or call me. whatever works.
Roleplay Sample:
Walking smoothly down the hallway, Tobias glanced at every door he passed, not wanting to miss the right room. Or, rather, the room number. It was to be expected that a student would, over time, learn the layout of their school almost as well as the architect who drew the building's designs; but such a time was a good distance away from this young man, if he even managed to stay here long enough.
Not that Tobias was looking to cause trouble of any sort. Not, at least, during school. No, Tobias was as good a student as the next kid. Although I suppose that the term 'kid' barely applied to the young man, as he appeared to be many years beyond childhood. Yes, the slightly tan, round-faced, and chubby cheeks of youth had hardened into a dark, muscular, and refined jaw, which was currently going to work on a stick of gum - something fruity, by the smell. And while his skin had darkened slightly in color, the young man's eyes had grown brighter. Seeming to almost shine with pure excitement, Tobias' bright green eyes were glowing with an unmistakable joy that comes with the pleasure of new adventures and quests just begun.
Not allowing their pride to fall, Tobias' arms, legs, hands and feet (along with every other part of him that was capable) all grew to keep pace with his jawline and eyes. And so Tobias now stood a couple inches over six feet, with eight more inches of tightly curled hair standing out in every direction from his head, all of it stark white. Into this curly, white globe Tobias had stuck a bright green, plastic hair pick. The color of the pick matched both his eyes and the green, striped shirt that spanned his broad chest. The sleeves of the shirt had been rolled up to Tobias' elbows, and the shirt's untucked hem dropped down over the top of Tobias' black jeans. The jeans' baggy length traveled down Tobias' legs and ended in a pair of black Air Walks.
Is it an Intro or Post: That would be an introduction... only one I have saved, actually.
Average post length: I'd say about three or four decent paragraphs
