Post by arashi1991 on Sept 24, 2006 14:07:30 GMT -5
User Name: Arashi1991
Characte desired: Koen Wolfgang
Age: 16
How long have you been role playing?: Almost 2 years
How offen are you Online?: Almost Everyday
Please demenstrait a a Role play preview of your desired Character: (A minimum of 10 sentences) Koen sat hunched over his desk doodling little pictures all over his notebook paper while he listened to his old radio he had owned since he was just a little kid. He was surprised that the old piece of junk still worked after so many years. It didn't play his CD's but he didn't mind as long as he had something to listen to.
He had to continuously brush his shaggy blonde hair out of his face as the golden locks kept rolling back into his eyes. His aunt told him she'd give him a hair cut, but the last time she did she cut it too short and the back lopsided. His golden brown eyes concentrated on a little doodle of a fat cow that looked a lot like a big circle with horns. He could be outside hanging out with his friends, but he'd never been the social type. Most of the time he liked to keep to himself occupated with drawing instead of talking to someone. Well, it was likely that the other person would be talking instead of him.
He sighed as the paper he had been doodling on seemed to quickly fill with lines. With one last doodle he put the paper to the side and leaned back in his chair changing the radio station.
Characte desired: Koen Wolfgang
Age: 16
How long have you been role playing?: Almost 2 years
How offen are you Online?: Almost Everyday
Please demenstrait a a Role play preview of your desired Character: (A minimum of 10 sentences) Koen sat hunched over his desk doodling little pictures all over his notebook paper while he listened to his old radio he had owned since he was just a little kid. He was surprised that the old piece of junk still worked after so many years. It didn't play his CD's but he didn't mind as long as he had something to listen to.
He had to continuously brush his shaggy blonde hair out of his face as the golden locks kept rolling back into his eyes. His aunt told him she'd give him a hair cut, but the last time she did she cut it too short and the back lopsided. His golden brown eyes concentrated on a little doodle of a fat cow that looked a lot like a big circle with horns. He could be outside hanging out with his friends, but he'd never been the social type. Most of the time he liked to keep to himself occupated with drawing instead of talking to someone. Well, it was likely that the other person would be talking instead of him.
He sighed as the paper he had been doodling on seemed to quickly fill with lines. With one last doodle he put the paper to the side and leaned back in his chair changing the radio station.
