Post by endith on Feb 3, 2009 0:07:21 GMT -5
Name: Brandon Vale
Age :22
Sex :Male
Build : Average nothing fancy.
physical description: Brandon stands roughly 5'11 and that is just fine with him. He has dirty blond/brown hair. Usually he could be caught wearing dirty traveling clothes. They were old camo style clothes he had stolen from a store.
His trade by habit and skill was theft. He loved the thrill of the steal. He carried a few bobby pins that he used to pop locks. His only real things in defense would have to be the two long knives he had." Well of course they weren't actual fighting knives. They were two long kitchen knives that he had managed to save from a local market he had found while wondering. These he carried on his hips in two custom made sheaths of cloth.
He had was extremely dexterous with his hands from a life of lock picking, and stealing and fighting with his two knives. He was never one for a fight when he could duck and run but when push came to shove he would stab when there backs are turned.
Outwardly Brandon is a smart ass and a very cruel person. If you can dig past the exterior he's actually an allright person. But if you become his true friend then you shall have an ally for life.
His one true and only friend was his faithful companion wishbone. He was a large German Shepard that Brandon had found when he was about twenty. He had trained wishbone to be the perfect friend. Wishbone had learned basic commands like come and heel and sit . The two advanced ones he had learned were patrol and guard. Of course him and Brandon were always playing and trying to learn new commands together. Wishbone was about 94 pounds and was very muscular. He usually got most of the food that Brandon was able to buy...Or usually steal.
Age :22
Sex :Male
Build : Average nothing fancy.
physical description: Brandon stands roughly 5'11 and that is just fine with him. He has dirty blond/brown hair. Usually he could be caught wearing dirty traveling clothes. They were old camo style clothes he had stolen from a store.
His trade by habit and skill was theft. He loved the thrill of the steal. He carried a few bobby pins that he used to pop locks. His only real things in defense would have to be the two long knives he had." Well of course they weren't actual fighting knives. They were two long kitchen knives that he had managed to save from a local market he had found while wondering. These he carried on his hips in two custom made sheaths of cloth.
He had was extremely dexterous with his hands from a life of lock picking, and stealing and fighting with his two knives. He was never one for a fight when he could duck and run but when push came to shove he would stab when there backs are turned.
Outwardly Brandon is a smart ass and a very cruel person. If you can dig past the exterior he's actually an allright person. But if you become his true friend then you shall have an ally for life.
His one true and only friend was his faithful companion wishbone. He was a large German Shepard that Brandon had found when he was about twenty. He had trained wishbone to be the perfect friend. Wishbone had learned basic commands like come and heel and sit . The two advanced ones he had learned were patrol and guard. Of course him and Brandon were always playing and trying to learn new commands together. Wishbone was about 94 pounds and was very muscular. He usually got most of the food that Brandon was able to buy...Or usually steal.