Post by chloetuesdale on May 7, 2008 12:17:44 GMT -5
Name: Chloe Tuesdale
Species: Human
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Physical description: Chloe is a short femme with tousled brown hair she keeps pulled back in a high pony-tail. She wears a worn pair of overalls that her slightly chunky body fills out well. She has a brown corduroy Newsboy cap that she wears religiously, and her feet are encased in a very solid pair of steel-toed boots. Her face has a bland innocence that makes her appear stupid, a look that is enforced by her broad flat nose and heavy eyelids.
Mental description: She isn't extremely outgoing unless she's had a few too many beers, but she isn't a complete recluse either. A mechanic by profession, she occasionally finds people frustrating when they don't follow the logical processioni of a machine. She has the same love of adventure as anyone in their early twenties, but is far from being swashbuckling. She'd much rather spend the afternoon solving the problem in the boiler room than partying in the slum bars of civilization. Loyalty, bravery, honor, all that heroic crap, are among her standards. She believes in telling the truth, even if it's painful. It may take her a while to acknowledge someone as a friend, but once she does it takes a lot to break her loyalty.
I'll probably edit more in, later.
Species: Human
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Physical description: Chloe is a short femme with tousled brown hair she keeps pulled back in a high pony-tail. She wears a worn pair of overalls that her slightly chunky body fills out well. She has a brown corduroy Newsboy cap that she wears religiously, and her feet are encased in a very solid pair of steel-toed boots. Her face has a bland innocence that makes her appear stupid, a look that is enforced by her broad flat nose and heavy eyelids.
Mental description: She isn't extremely outgoing unless she's had a few too many beers, but she isn't a complete recluse either. A mechanic by profession, she occasionally finds people frustrating when they don't follow the logical processioni of a machine. She has the same love of adventure as anyone in their early twenties, but is far from being swashbuckling. She'd much rather spend the afternoon solving the problem in the boiler room than partying in the slum bars of civilization. Loyalty, bravery, honor, all that heroic crap, are among her standards. She believes in telling the truth, even if it's painful. It may take her a while to acknowledge someone as a friend, but once she does it takes a lot to break her loyalty.
I'll probably edit more in, later.
