Post by miranda on Dec 28, 2007 23:18:54 GMT -5
Name: Xander
Gender: he
Occupation: Life gaurd
Age: 17
what you are: Dog furry
Appearance: You're typical surfur guy... almost. He's got the beach blonde hair, the sparklin blue eyes, the muscled tone. But! He also dones dog ears like this: ( itchmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/site1003.jpg ) and a tail like this: ( www.glenhighlandfarm.com/AboutGHF/major.jpg ) His clothes are, when at his job, swim trunks and a tank(And the white nose crap), when off the job, but on the beach(Meaning diff. guys shift.) he ditches the nose crap and the tank. When just doing normal stuff he wears shorts and a tee shirt. Whoops! Can't forget! He has hands and feet like the dog pic aswell.
Picture: (optional, really)
Personality:
History: He doesn't know who his parents are, he doesn't know where he came from. For as long as he can remember he's been wandering around, and soon stumbled upon this place. He liked it here a lot, and decided to stay. He got himself a job on the beach.
RPG Ex: "Sammy!" Came the stereotypical beach guy voice, as he scowered the beach high and low for her gf, "Sammy! Sammy! Hey, where are ya Sam?" After a moment he shut up, finding his gf on a rock drawing something. If he said something she might kill him for ruining her art.... hm... What to do... what to do...
He sat down beside her, casually looking over her shoulder to see what she was drawing. Sammy only glanced over her shoulder to see who was looking before going back to her work. He smiled slightly, glad to see she was as determined to finish an art peice as ever.
Dude, he thought, The most dedicated I've been to anything... other then my job... would be trying to gulp down that Whopper!
Gender: he
Occupation: Life gaurd
Age: 17
what you are: Dog furry
Appearance: You're typical surfur guy... almost. He's got the beach blonde hair, the sparklin blue eyes, the muscled tone. But! He also dones dog ears like this: ( itchmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/site1003.jpg ) and a tail like this: ( www.glenhighlandfarm.com/AboutGHF/major.jpg ) His clothes are, when at his job, swim trunks and a tank(And the white nose crap), when off the job, but on the beach(Meaning diff. guys shift.) he ditches the nose crap and the tank. When just doing normal stuff he wears shorts and a tee shirt. Whoops! Can't forget! He has hands and feet like the dog pic aswell.
Picture: (optional, really)
Personality:
Sitting on his high post, looking o'er the sea
Is someone in trouble? Not that we see...
His watchful eyes never leave, the beach that he's a sittin'
Unless his watchful eyes catch a certain little kitten.
If a person is drowning he knows just what to do
Doggy paddle over t save the guy, Then make sure he doesn't sue.
He doesn't beleive in violence, thats something you shouldn't forget
But don't take advantage of this, or you'll find you'll soon regret
For if you're hurting someone else, I'm preaty sure you'll find
He'll love to introduce his teeth, quite cutiously to your behind.
Is someone in trouble? Not that we see...
His watchful eyes never leave, the beach that he's a sittin'
Unless his watchful eyes catch a certain little kitten.
If a person is drowning he knows just what to do
Doggy paddle over t save the guy, Then make sure he doesn't sue.
He doesn't beleive in violence, thats something you shouldn't forget
But don't take advantage of this, or you'll find you'll soon regret
For if you're hurting someone else, I'm preaty sure you'll find
He'll love to introduce his teeth, quite cutiously to your behind.
History: He doesn't know who his parents are, he doesn't know where he came from. For as long as he can remember he's been wandering around, and soon stumbled upon this place. He liked it here a lot, and decided to stay. He got himself a job on the beach.
RPG Ex: "Sammy!" Came the stereotypical beach guy voice, as he scowered the beach high and low for her gf, "Sammy! Sammy! Hey, where are ya Sam?" After a moment he shut up, finding his gf on a rock drawing something. If he said something she might kill him for ruining her art.... hm... What to do... what to do...
He sat down beside her, casually looking over her shoulder to see what she was drawing. Sammy only glanced over her shoulder to see who was looking before going back to her work. He smiled slightly, glad to see she was as determined to finish an art peice as ever.
Dude, he thought, The most dedicated I've been to anything... other then my job... would be trying to gulp down that Whopper!