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yoyo
12-12-08, 02:38 AM
Name: Harold Wallace

Age: 27

Sex: male

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 175 lbs

Hair Colour: #8B4500

Eye Colour: #0066CC

Occupation: Assistant Manager at Video Giant

Personality: Very polite and easy to get along with, but utterly unambitious. Takes care of his aging mother Florence. Noncommitally dates Rebecca Doyle, a veterinary technician who initally fell in love with his wit and playfulness, both of which deteriorated gradually in the years since graduating from university. She is thinking of leaving him, but isn't quite ready to admit that the years she spent with him were a complete waste. He goes to work, bowls regularly in a league (he averages around 200), visits art galleries with Rebecca, and occasionally wastes a night playing World of Warcraft on his laptop in the den.

Appearance: White male of mostly German heritage, with a build which resembles that of tentative athleticism tempered with the beginnings of a lazy beer gut and middle-aged relaxedness. Is normally seen wearing khaki pants with cargo pockets which commonly house his wallet (bulging with coupons and receipts rather than cash), his swiss army pocketknife, his keys, a ballpoint pen, his cell phone, and a bottle of blue Gatorade. Wears Vans skateboarding shoes (though he has never owned a skateboard), and a button-down business casual shirt over a white wife beater. Also a Transformers wristwatch that he found in a box of Lucky Charms.

Skills: Has been known to convert a 7-10 split. Is fairly handy around the house, especially with a nailgun or duct tape. Has an excellent short term memory. Can mentally calculate a 15% tip very quickly. Is a fast learner for sports, which he has demonstrated in cricket, racquetball, and broomball. Can identify over thirty different varieties of beer by taste. And was named top assistant manager in the region for 2008 for his skills with movie recommendations, which many customers have testified to.

How the hell did he get here?: After he bowled a smooth 218 he was in the cab headed back to his mother's house when he started to doze off. He couldn't have told you how much time had passed when he woke up to the strong smell of onions wafting up from the enraged cabby's hands on his collar. Groggy, he allowed himself to be dragged out of the cab, and could only stand there in a daze as the cabby got back in the car, slammed the door, and sped off. For a few moments he was clear-headed enough to be completely and utterly stupified by this new turn of events. But it wasn't long before his vision clouded, his mind grew weary, and he found himself wandering down the path to wherever fate would take him.

Witchblade
12-12-08, 07:19 AM
Approverized!