Post by First/Impressions/Count on Jan 5, 2008 20:05:24 GMT -5
b a s i c s
Name: Justin Moore
Age: 20 years old
Height: 6 foot
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White
Birthdate: April 3
y o u
Class: High
Intelligence: In the middle, closer to high than low
Talents and hobbies: Riding horses, painting/drawing
Clothing and accessories: Wherever, no place in particular
Tastes: Ummm...good?
f a v o r i t e s
Book: Close Call
Band: Green Day
Place: The Barn
Color: Red
Food: Lassagna
Drink: Latte or Cafe
Activity: Riding horses or just hanging out
Out on the town: Hanging out, going to movies with friends
p h y s i c a l
Eyes: Grey/Blue
Complexion: Althletic
Teeth: White and Straight
Hair: Dirty Blonde/Light Brown
Posture: Good
Most Noticable: Eyes, Smile??
Extra: [blank]
m e n t a l
Aspirations: Hopes to find a good life, perhaps a girlfriend
Flaws: Can be too outgoing, can be too shy-->has mood swings
Strengths: Riding/Training horses, Painting/Drawing, Being a guy
Fear: Falling off the face of the planet
Habit: Prying
Responsibility: Has had horses in the past
Generosity: Normally generous, even when his budget is tight
Confidence: Comes and goes
Humor: Comes and goes, is there more often than not
Attitude: Usually optimistic, when it is pessimistic he is usually joking/teasing
b a c k g r o u n d
Mother: Cassandra Moore
Father: Jason Moore
Occupations: Cassandra was a teacher, Jason was a trainer
Status: Both alive, retired
Residence: Florida
s a m p l e p o s t
Justin walked into his apartment one sunny afternoon in the middle of October. As he opened the door his dog began to bark furiously. Justin laughed, his blue-grey eyes twinkling and his lips curled up in a catching smile. Leaning down Justin patted the dog-Amir. Amir settled down and then lept away, running around the apartment, plenty excited. Justin stood back up and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed the dog bowl from the floor and refilled it with food. Amir ran over and buried his head in the bowl. Justin smiled and walked into another room, the living room. He sat down on the couch, put his feet up, turned on the television and began to watch and flip channels.
p . s .
Face Claim: Jesse Spencer
Name: Justin Moore
Age: 20 years old
Height: 6 foot
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White
Birthdate: April 3
y o u
Class: High
Intelligence: In the middle, closer to high than low
Talents and hobbies: Riding horses, painting/drawing
Clothing and accessories: Wherever, no place in particular
Tastes: Ummm...good?
f a v o r i t e s
Book: Close Call
Band: Green Day
Place: The Barn
Color: Red
Food: Lassagna
Drink: Latte or Cafe
Activity: Riding horses or just hanging out
Out on the town: Hanging out, going to movies with friends
p h y s i c a l
Eyes: Grey/Blue
Complexion: Althletic
Teeth: White and Straight
Hair: Dirty Blonde/Light Brown
Posture: Good
Most Noticable: Eyes, Smile??
Extra: [blank]
m e n t a l
Aspirations: Hopes to find a good life, perhaps a girlfriend
Flaws: Can be too outgoing, can be too shy-->has mood swings
Strengths: Riding/Training horses, Painting/Drawing, Being a guy
Fear: Falling off the face of the planet
Habit: Prying
Responsibility: Has had horses in the past
Generosity: Normally generous, even when his budget is tight
Confidence: Comes and goes
Humor: Comes and goes, is there more often than not
Attitude: Usually optimistic, when it is pessimistic he is usually joking/teasing
b a c k g r o u n d
Mother: Cassandra Moore
Father: Jason Moore
Occupations: Cassandra was a teacher, Jason was a trainer
Status: Both alive, retired
Residence: Florida
s a m p l e p o s t
Justin walked into his apartment one sunny afternoon in the middle of October. As he opened the door his dog began to bark furiously. Justin laughed, his blue-grey eyes twinkling and his lips curled up in a catching smile. Leaning down Justin patted the dog-Amir. Amir settled down and then lept away, running around the apartment, plenty excited. Justin stood back up and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed the dog bowl from the floor and refilled it with food. Amir ran over and buried his head in the bowl. Justin smiled and walked into another room, the living room. He sat down on the couch, put his feet up, turned on the television and began to watch and flip channels.
p . s .
Face Claim: Jesse Spencer
