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Member No.: 301
Joined: 14-December 11
Alexander Jacob Redman
tahoe • resistance • twenty five • Brian J Smith
This is where you wing it. You can have your character tell a little about who they are, their occupation: before AND after the eradication, their hometown, why/how they are still alive, what they've been doing since the eradication; where they've been staying, where they've traveled, if they've come across the Infected, weapons they excel with, their personal missions (looking for someone, something?) etc.
You can also feel free to use conversations or various media; interviews, journal entries, letters, voice mails, etc. Creativity is your friend. I like fleshed out characters and it helps you, the creator, really get to know them. There isn't a minimum or maximum word count. I trust you will stop when you've breathed life into them. :D
Break your paragraphs up with < P >; without the spaces.
It had been a long night for Gio with all the running around and physical action he endured during the morning hours did nothing to help. His body sweat seemed to fill his shirt as he walked into the bath house. After running seven miles his legs seemed to be flexing on their own showing off his caves. He took a seat on the bench taking his sandals off as the beads of sweat ran down his legs. They were made of the finest leather so he was careful not to toss them just anywhere. Taking both hands he lifted his body off the bench stretching his legs out on either side of himself. The split pulled on his tight inflamed legs releasing them from pressure.
His blue orbs scanned the area looking for others as he was a very modest person. Only two people have seen him naked and one being his mother. Walking over to the cubbyholes on the wall he set his things neatly inside one. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head reviling his naturally cut torso. His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath his Pecs flexing in and outward like doors opening. It was like looking at the earth as his sweat seemed to run through every crevice. Like water running through a canyon. His skin was a nice olive color as he ran his fingers through his deeply cut abs.
He himself thought his body was imperfect but in truth he could entice a person. He gave a small smile as he dropped his pants and tossed them in his locker along with his briefs. His smile alone was one that understood a person just so far as they wanted to be understood, believed in them as they would like to believe in themselves, and assured them that it had precisely the impression that they, at their best, hoped to express. His hair, short and brown was dripping wet from his very sweat. He shook his head his hair falling back into place as he walked into the pool.
The water was warm and he enjoyed it a little too much as he lost track of time. He could hear his servant calling him. The first thing that came to mind was, *Why is he not in here washing my back.* Then he laughed, he sounded like such a spoiled brat. He returned for his things with little time to spar so he tossed a small cloth around his waist. The cloth was red almost the color of blood and so short on him his but cheeks could be seen peeping under the vale. The bath house was only a few feet from his wing of the palace so he made it there rather quickly. He tossed his sandals in the floor. He voice was like the sea both calm and fierce. "What!! Why do you feel the need to rush me; when you yourself have no desire to leave?" The young Spartan held fury in his eyes as he took a few steps closer to the other male.