Post by shatterglass17 on Sept 13, 2009 18:37:27 GMT -5
darin talon forbush
twenty-eight male serious middle class
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!Physical Appearance:
Height: 6'1"
Age: 28
Hair: Milk Chocolate
Eyes: Smokey Blue
Build: Lean and muscular
Turn Ons:
Fun personality, a little klutzy, has a serious side, independent, smart, shy, plays hard to get, brown eyes, light brown to dirty blond hair, killer smile
Turn Offs:
Nosey, pushy, loud, easy, no personality, plays dumb, obnoxiously loud, any peircings other then ears, too revealing of cloths
Bio:
Darin was born in Hot Springs, AR at the turn of the 80's. His father was rough on especially when it came to the treatment of women, so Darin is very protective, and respectful of any female from his little sister, to women his age, and anyone else that falls under the female category. Darin is very much a country born and raised person able to stand on his own two feet in almost any situation. He has learned all kinds of useful, and pointless, things growing up on the family ranch just outside of Hot Springs.
Besides being a country boy who respects women, Darin has a wild side from hanging out at the local bar as early as the age of 16. They are not very picky about who they let through the doors. He is always the center of attention at the bar, and the designated driver once if he does drink it is only lightly.
When Darin was about 12 years old he decided he wanted to move to the big city of Milwaukee, WI. To him it is big anyways, and now he is living that dream, although now it is not quite a dream as much as a dread to wake up to the sound of cars below. Darin does have a job at the Starbucks right around the corner from his rundown apartment. He still misses the open fields of Arkansas, but there is also a great night life in Milwaukee, so he copes.
And that is basically a quick summary of how Darin's life is going so far.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be daine, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be robert hoffman. i've been doing this for just under a year, so i pretty much know how this all works.
Rose was anticipating his answer by the stubborn lines on his face, so it did not bother her when he turned his mare and started towards the caves he had mentioned on his own. She would to anything to get out of this downpour, even if it meant following this strange man into a dark cave. When he stared at her this time she held his gaze partially because she couldn't look away, and partly because she was trying to be defiant and failing miserably.
She could tell from his posture in the saddle that he was trying way too much to hold on gravely to the poor, young mare beneath him. On the spunky three year old with a narrow back, he had more difficulty then he would have on Cherokee a 16hh, 12 year old thoroughbred who could stop the Mississippi river if he laid across it, but she knew not to argue with him once he was in no shape to stay in this weather.
She followed him into the small, empty cave, checking for any sort of animal that may not like their presence. After she had made a through exam of the cave, she dismounted and unsaddled her own horse before moving all her stuff into a dry corner. By the time she had finished investigating and turned around the man had fallen asleep on the cold stone floor. She took his packs that were still attached to the mare, and put them in a pile next to her own before starting a fire on the stone floor a couple feet away from the man.
After doing that she pulled the little blanket from her packs and threw it over him before going to scrub the horses down. She was trying to stay busy so that she could be awake when the man woke up. So she set to work making some sausages and beans, feeding the horses some grain, and sitting beside the fire to warm up and observe the man.
He was not handsome by any means, but in a strange way he was attractive, not that she was interested she told herself. His face was decorated with a multitude of scars which frightened her as well as gave her sympathy for him. Those scars were too deep to be a terrific accident.
As she followed the scars on the man's face with her eyes, she subconsciously rubbed her hand across her destroyed knuckles, feeling each and every scar as if it were a fresh wound, split open by the crack of a whip, or pulled apart by the reins of a horse. At least the reins had been her own fault, but she shuttered as she remembered her mother's harsh words, and sharp sounds.
Before Rose could get too entangled in her past however, she joined the strange man sitting across from her in unconsciousness.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.