Post by J. Atticus Rhodes on Oct 26, 2010 11:48:21 GMT -5
xX-Name-Xx
Jasper Atticus Rhodes
xX-NickName-Xx
Sandy, Atti, Atticus
xX-Age(Approx)-Xx
26
xX-Gender-Xx
Male
xX-Occupation-Xx
Photographer and Handy-man
xX-Discipline-Xx
Riding? Riding what?
xX-Hair Colour-Xx
Dark honey brown
xX-Eye Colour-Xx
Sea blue, sometimes green-ish
xX-Skin Colour-Xx
Tanned, light brown/ dark peach
xX-Heritage-Xx
Southern California
xX-Home-Xx
At Kayla's Bed and Breakfast for now
xX-Animals?-Xx
Pet? Horse? Never. . .
xX-Personality-Xx
He can be quite mysterious and quiet, but on the most part he has a fun-loving, curious disposition which gets him into trouble a lot. He is aggressive, standing up for what he thinks is right and not liking when someone tells him that he is wrong, unless they have definite proof. You never know when he's about to explode in anger or laugh at something as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Some people would call him bipolar or always PMSing.
xX-Brief History-Xx
All you need to know is that Atticus has not had the wonderful normal life that everyone else wants to escape. He wanted to escape his life, but he never had the chance since his mother was diagnose with Leukemia when he was ten. He would have gone to live with his relatives in Brazil if he had the chance, but he wanted to be there for his mother. Three years later, with his mother gone and his father finally getting over her death, the young teen finally made it into highschool, then college with the beginnings of an Engineering degree. He never made it past third year, dropping out for an artist profession instead and leaving fixing things as a hobby. He does know quite a bit about the geological surroundings and technical repairs. He moved from South Cali to Calgary, traveling a while before he landed up in Hudson.
xX-Preview Post-Xx
He pushed himself under the sink, the water spraying into his eyes and soaking his once-clean shirt, causing it to stick to his shoulders. He took one look at the plumbing and immediately closed his eyes from the water. "Geez!" He grabbed at his face and rubbed his eyes as he shoved himself out from under the broken pipe bracket. He fiddled with the tool box, completely unaware of the females towering over his soaking form. He finally glanced up at them when he had procured a wrench and screwdriver. "Where'd the extra bracket go. . . ?"
A hand held it out for him, and he gave the owner a smile before turning back to his work. He stuck his head back under the sink, this time sure to avoid the spraying water, and took this screwdriver to the old, rusting bracket. The wrench took it off after it was loosened, and in five minutes he was sitting on the watery floor, attempting to rid his eyes and bangs of the drops of water that were half blinding him. He moved his forearm away from his face and looked up at the ladies with a smile and confused tilt of his head. "What?"
He was of course, oblivious to the fact that his clothes were now water-logged and clung to him like a second skin. He stood with a small nod and started to collect his tools.
xX-Picture-Xx
Jasper Atticus Rhodes
xX-NickName-Xx
Sandy, Atti, Atticus
xX-Age(Approx)-Xx
26
xX-Gender-Xx
Male
xX-Occupation-Xx
Photographer and Handy-man
xX-Discipline-Xx
Riding? Riding what?
xX-Hair Colour-Xx
Dark honey brown
xX-Eye Colour-Xx
Sea blue, sometimes green-ish
xX-Skin Colour-Xx
Tanned, light brown/ dark peach
xX-Heritage-Xx
Southern California
xX-Home-Xx
At Kayla's Bed and Breakfast for now
xX-Animals?-Xx
Pet? Horse? Never. . .
xX-Personality-Xx
He can be quite mysterious and quiet, but on the most part he has a fun-loving, curious disposition which gets him into trouble a lot. He is aggressive, standing up for what he thinks is right and not liking when someone tells him that he is wrong, unless they have definite proof. You never know when he's about to explode in anger or laugh at something as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Some people would call him bipolar or always PMSing.
xX-Brief History-Xx
All you need to know is that Atticus has not had the wonderful normal life that everyone else wants to escape. He wanted to escape his life, but he never had the chance since his mother was diagnose with Leukemia when he was ten. He would have gone to live with his relatives in Brazil if he had the chance, but he wanted to be there for his mother. Three years later, with his mother gone and his father finally getting over her death, the young teen finally made it into highschool, then college with the beginnings of an Engineering degree. He never made it past third year, dropping out for an artist profession instead and leaving fixing things as a hobby. He does know quite a bit about the geological surroundings and technical repairs. He moved from South Cali to Calgary, traveling a while before he landed up in Hudson.
xX-Preview Post-Xx
He pushed himself under the sink, the water spraying into his eyes and soaking his once-clean shirt, causing it to stick to his shoulders. He took one look at the plumbing and immediately closed his eyes from the water. "Geez!" He grabbed at his face and rubbed his eyes as he shoved himself out from under the broken pipe bracket. He fiddled with the tool box, completely unaware of the females towering over his soaking form. He finally glanced up at them when he had procured a wrench and screwdriver. "Where'd the extra bracket go. . . ?"
A hand held it out for him, and he gave the owner a smile before turning back to his work. He stuck his head back under the sink, this time sure to avoid the spraying water, and took this screwdriver to the old, rusting bracket. The wrench took it off after it was loosened, and in five minutes he was sitting on the watery floor, attempting to rid his eyes and bangs of the drops of water that were half blinding him. He moved his forearm away from his face and looked up at the ladies with a smile and confused tilt of his head. "What?"
He was of course, oblivious to the fact that his clothes were now water-logged and clung to him like a second skin. He stood with a small nod and started to collect his tools.
xX-Picture-Xx