Post by Trillian on Jun 27, 2010 19:05:11 GMT -5
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Name: Jace Blackwood
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2''
Physical Description: Rugish black hair falls to the wide muscled shoulders of Jace Blackwood. While cold penetrating ice blue eyes stair you down. Jace is tall, having never stopped growing till he was in his early twenties. He'd never been a pipsqueek, by any means. He doesn't have that usual farmers tan, instead he works in the sun shirtless. People simply describe him as Tall, Tan and Texan.
Personality: Loner. Jace likes to keep to himself.
Speaks His Mind. He's never one to hold back.
Strong. Defined body.
Leader. Though not of groups, he leads himself.
Calm. Or level headed.
History: Jace has always been around horses, his mother and father were third generation farmers so it was only natural for Jace to follow in their footsteps. There farm wasn't lush, or plush by any standards. But they got along just fine with their stock horses and the few catle they had. When Jace turned ninteen he went off to college, he studied agriculture and animal housbandry. He managed two years of B grading before disaster struck. Mother nature doesn't judge, she has no thoughts she just does.
Jace was 21 when both his parents and his inheritance were ripped away from him. A tornado swipped threw the land and blew away all exhistence.
Name: Jace Blackwood
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2''
Physical Description: Rugish black hair falls to the wide muscled shoulders of Jace Blackwood. While cold penetrating ice blue eyes stair you down. Jace is tall, having never stopped growing till he was in his early twenties. He'd never been a pipsqueek, by any means. He doesn't have that usual farmers tan, instead he works in the sun shirtless. People simply describe him as Tall, Tan and Texan.
Personality: Loner. Jace likes to keep to himself.
Speaks His Mind. He's never one to hold back.
Strong. Defined body.
Leader. Though not of groups, he leads himself.
Calm. Or level headed.
History: Jace has always been around horses, his mother and father were third generation farmers so it was only natural for Jace to follow in their footsteps. There farm wasn't lush, or plush by any standards. But they got along just fine with their stock horses and the few catle they had. When Jace turned ninteen he went off to college, he studied agriculture and animal housbandry. He managed two years of B grading before disaster struck. Mother nature doesn't judge, she has no thoughts she just does.
Jace was 21 when both his parents and his inheritance were ripped away from him. A tornado swipped threw the land and blew away all exhistence.
