Post by gypsyking on Sept 25, 2011 22:56:59 GMT -5
Your name: Will
Age: 22
Availability: Evenings.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position?: Of course! :3
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters? Of course.
Character name: Choma Janko
Age: 23
Ethnicity/Species: Human - Caucasian
Summary of personality and appearance: Rugged, thin, foreign and streetwise.
Skills: Thievery, stealth, Murder
Weapons: Sharp objects, perhaps guns.
Sample Post: On the dark streets he was the king, lifting purses and sticking sharp things into those who acted improper. The foreign male, though clearly suffering from culture shock would still do things like he would in the old country. On this particular evening he had picked his targets; some tough looking guy in a finely pressed suit and his two-bit flapper. A few pennies were tossed to the urchins he had gotten to know and they went off to distract the two with tricks and spins and somersaults. While the two watched the kids he would cut the strings of the spaghetti strap purse and slip it into a bag, thhe man's wallet would be a little difficult as he insisted on wearing a pair of pants a size tighter to show off his mediocre sized junk. He'd just have to be brazen, this is the moment. The pickpocket would bump into the gentleman, lift the wallet and point in a random direction. "HE'S GOT MY WALLET!" the lad would exclaim at the top of his lungs, before running off in that direction while stashing his ill-gotten loot.
Age: 22
Availability: Evenings.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position?: Of course! :3
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters? Of course.
Character name: Choma Janko
Age: 23
Ethnicity/Species: Human - Caucasian
Summary of personality and appearance: Rugged, thin, foreign and streetwise.
Skills: Thievery, stealth, Murder
Weapons: Sharp objects, perhaps guns.
Sample Post: On the dark streets he was the king, lifting purses and sticking sharp things into those who acted improper. The foreign male, though clearly suffering from culture shock would still do things like he would in the old country. On this particular evening he had picked his targets; some tough looking guy in a finely pressed suit and his two-bit flapper. A few pennies were tossed to the urchins he had gotten to know and they went off to distract the two with tricks and spins and somersaults. While the two watched the kids he would cut the strings of the spaghetti strap purse and slip it into a bag, thhe man's wallet would be a little difficult as he insisted on wearing a pair of pants a size tighter to show off his mediocre sized junk. He'd just have to be brazen, this is the moment. The pickpocket would bump into the gentleman, lift the wallet and point in a random direction. "HE'S GOT MY WALLET!" the lad would exclaim at the top of his lungs, before running off in that direction while stashing his ill-gotten loot.
