Beardo
Tikki, spots on!
Name: Shaun ???
Age: 35?
Personality: {Compassionate, Calm, Wise} {Untrusting, Candid, Stubborn}
Appearance:
If one word was to describe the way Shaun looked it would be...normal. From his pale, but somewhat tanned complextion and his rounded face, to his semi-kept short brown hair nothing of significance can be found that would help distinguish him from your average Joe on the street. Because of this, it is hard to pin him on an exact age. Age is one of the things he will answer consistently, but you can never truly be satisfied with his answer...
Job: Customer (Regular: Comes in at precisely 9 every day except for Thursday)
Extra:
Shaun represents the regulars at coffee shops such as this one. You see them every day and may strike up polite banter with them, but in reality you know practically nothing about them except for small snapshots. Is there more beneath the surface?
RP Example:
The subtle chime of the door drifted across the room as a tall man in a navy blue coat strided through the door and towards the counter. He clears his throat, not in the way to get a person's attention, but in the manner of one of the many afflicted by the chilly temperature that lurched out in the New York air.
Shaun: Can I get a cup of Earl Grey with a twist of lemon and a...
Cashier: *interjecting* glazed lemon scone. *smiles warmly*
Shaun: *playful smirk* I'm actually feeling a bit adventurous today. I'll take a chocolate muffin.
With that, the man ceremoniously handed the appropriate amount of money to the cashier and made his way to the table next to the window that welcomed him home.
<< I don't RP much, so I'm sorry if this sounded more like a fan fiction or a short story. >>
Accepted