Post by angys on Sept 22, 2010 20:44:17 GMT -5
Name: Angys
Age: 27
Height: 6'3"
Weight:142 lbs
Appearance: Man was incredibly gangly, as if not yet through puberty despite the developing goatee that graced his unshaven face. Brown hair cropped short slid along his hair, like the musculature that slid just beneath that skin, tanned by the sun of Earth. Musculature was thin, or so it appeared, and it was drawn up along a somewhat muscled chest covered by a black t-shirt almost a rag in nature. It held a white spiral, like 'hypnotic' things, but in reverse. Blue jeans lightly held against his frame and headphones, the old kind reminiscent of earmuffs, could frequently be seen about his ears, or on his neck.
Nationality: Venusian
Faction: Cowboy.
Profession: Bounty Hunter, with no personal group (yet) he works by renting out his services to larger groups for a cut of the bounty, unless he can pull something off on his own.
Equipment: Three pockets on the inside of his shirt along the bottom hold thin knives, their shape masked by the raggy appearance of the shirt. Sleeves hold two knives, hidden in much the same way. One strapped to each leg and a pistol occasionally brought along, though if it was it would be strapped across his body with the holster beneath his armpit, protecting that soft spot and allowing quick and easy reach.
Notes: Saving up for a ship, nothing fancy, not even any guns, but a ship nonetheless. Having difficulties, but getting there.
Age: 27
Height: 6'3"
Weight:142 lbs
Appearance: Man was incredibly gangly, as if not yet through puberty despite the developing goatee that graced his unshaven face. Brown hair cropped short slid along his hair, like the musculature that slid just beneath that skin, tanned by the sun of Earth. Musculature was thin, or so it appeared, and it was drawn up along a somewhat muscled chest covered by a black t-shirt almost a rag in nature. It held a white spiral, like 'hypnotic' things, but in reverse. Blue jeans lightly held against his frame and headphones, the old kind reminiscent of earmuffs, could frequently be seen about his ears, or on his neck.
Nationality: Venusian
Faction: Cowboy.
Profession: Bounty Hunter, with no personal group (yet) he works by renting out his services to larger groups for a cut of the bounty, unless he can pull something off on his own.
Equipment: Three pockets on the inside of his shirt along the bottom hold thin knives, their shape masked by the raggy appearance of the shirt. Sleeves hold two knives, hidden in much the same way. One strapped to each leg and a pistol occasionally brought along, though if it was it would be strapped across his body with the holster beneath his armpit, protecting that soft spot and allowing quick and easy reach.
Notes: Saving up for a ship, nothing fancy, not even any guns, but a ship nonetheless. Having difficulties, but getting there.
