Post by Midnight Visitor on May 25, 2012 17:39:59 GMT -6
[Login Name]:
Midnight Visitor
[Screen Name]:
Dean Grayson
[Date of Birth]:
September 9, 1994 ; Twenty-four years old
[Player Bio]:
Relatively withdrawn but not shy. He has an uneasy sense that everyone is out to get him and lives by this ideal. He subsists by his own morals and rules, and hates it when others force standards on him. He's the prime definition of a loner.
[Player Preferences]:
Likes: Nature; s p a c e; working with his hands.
Dislikes: Noise; Country music; small talk; people touching him.
[Player Class]:
Farm assistant/handy man
[Friends List]:
None.
[Player SPECIAL Stats]:
Tank; Maverick; Agile
[Player Avatar]:
He proudly sports a mop of dirty blonde hair on top of his head. Sun kissed skin is only one of the perks that he’s found comes with working on a farm. Another that he proudly sports is his defined muscles. They aren’t something out of a modeling magazine, but he thinks they look good and therefore the world must too. He isn’t a giant, only standing around 5’10’’.
[Player Description]:
He wasn’t the easiest child to control. Hell, he was outright unruly: fights ensued, graffiti was created, and crime proliferated. Because of this, he was kicked out of school at an early age, but that was the least of his worries. Now, he had nowhere to go but home. That’s where his alcoholic father was; that’s where the abuse began. Eventually, his uncle offered him a job when he was sixteen to work on his farm. That’s where he’s been since—away from the abuse and doing a variety of work. Only recently has he gone back to school and finished his GED—the first one in his family to do so. Exciting. And, as a graduation gift, he’s off to the Big Apple to have some fun.
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Midnight Visitor
[Screen Name]:
Dean Grayson
[Date of Birth]:
September 9, 1994 ; Twenty-four years old
[Player Bio]:
Relatively withdrawn but not shy. He has an uneasy sense that everyone is out to get him and lives by this ideal. He subsists by his own morals and rules, and hates it when others force standards on him. He's the prime definition of a loner.
[Player Preferences]:
Likes: Nature; s p a c e; working with his hands.
Dislikes: Noise; Country music; small talk; people touching him.
[Player Class]:
Farm assistant/handy man
[Friends List]:
None.
[Player SPECIAL Stats]:
Tank; Maverick; Agile
[Player Avatar]:
He proudly sports a mop of dirty blonde hair on top of his head. Sun kissed skin is only one of the perks that he’s found comes with working on a farm. Another that he proudly sports is his defined muscles. They aren’t something out of a modeling magazine, but he thinks they look good and therefore the world must too. He isn’t a giant, only standing around 5’10’’.
[Player Description]:
He wasn’t the easiest child to control. Hell, he was outright unruly: fights ensued, graffiti was created, and crime proliferated. Because of this, he was kicked out of school at an early age, but that was the least of his worries. Now, he had nowhere to go but home. That’s where his alcoholic father was; that’s where the abuse began. Eventually, his uncle offered him a job when he was sixteen to work on his farm. That’s where he’s been since—away from the abuse and doing a variety of work. Only recently has he gone back to school and finished his GED—the first one in his family to do so. Exciting. And, as a graduation gift, he’s off to the Big Apple to have some fun.
REGISTERED/ACCEPTED. SAT-TRACK INITIATED