Hello all. I am jumping in this a bit late, but here's my character sheet.
Name:
"Miles Avery"
Age:
I pause remembering a time before this place. Does time even exist here? It doesn't matter, he lost track. Has it been days? ..weeks? ..longer? Maybe he should just answer the question.
"... just turned nineteen."
Gender:
I sigh to myself. I mean, what kind of question is that? Whatever.
"I'm a guy."
Sexuality:
That question got a well deserved double take. What? Interested?
"It's really not your business. I mean, I don't even know you."
Besides, I already found someone. Then I lost her. I can't think about this.
Hair Color:
I glance upward as if I need to double check my own hair color.
".. blonde."
What is this a census? Is my examiner blind as well as dumb. God, I shouldn't think like that. It's not like it's their fault I'm in this situation. At least I keep my thoughts to myself.
Eye Color:
"Blue. I guess. People have their own opinion."
I paused. She always said they were green.
"Some people have made an argument for green."
Is that who she is now, some people?
"You tell me. I mean.. what does it matter anyway."
General Appearance:
Blind, it is. Well, it's not their fault. They probably have had a rough enough go of it without me adding my sarcastic, critical comments to the mix. Anyways, this is interesting. I don't think I have ever needed to describe myself.
"Pretty much average build. I mean, I got some muscle on me but nothing to write home about. I guess I'm like six foot. Something like that. Eh, like I said blonde hair. It's long.
Not like shoulder length or anything but it's pretty much a mess and a pain to deal with."
I guess I should describe what I'm wearing.
"This isn't really my usual sort of attire, but, well, I had somewhere to be before I ended up here."
Yeah, somewhere to be. Maybe it was good I got pulled into where ever this was. It's not like I was invited anyway, considering. Her parents probably would have had me arrested.
In his reflection he had paused making way for a bit of an awkward silenced.
"Sorry. Uh, anyways currently I got on some nice dress shoes, with dress pants, black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled tactlessly up, and a black skinny tie. The geneses of class over here."
He almost chuckled to himself. Almost.
"Like, I said not my usually attire. It's unfortunate really. These dress shoes offer no traction and I have been trying not to fall on my ass since I got here. Plus, my feet are killing me."
Not to mentioned the fact that these weren't cheap and now the pants were all marked up from traveling through this terrain. Yup, these pants were going to the nearest trash can if he ever got out of here.
I sighed and loosened my tie a bit so I could unbutton the top bottom of my dress shirt. Pretty much, I'm wearing a penguin outfit equipped with its own noose. A penguin dressed for a funereal.
Personality:
Now, he did chuckle softly to himself.
"Can't you tell? I'm a carefree socialite. They make sure to invite me to all the parties."
Once, that was the case. I could barely remember the days when I was happy, social able, and carefree. All that's left is this sarcastic, bitter, and withdrawn shell of who I once was.
Maybe, just maybe, If I never met her. No, that's not it. He was so much more when he was with her. It was the fact she was taken away that did this to him. Bastards.
History:
"Like I said, I don't even know you."
I can't even face my history myself, mate. Fat chance I am going to tell you anything about it.
Are you already in the group, or will you meet up with them?
Miles will meet up with the group. He's been in wonderland (so to speak) for five days now.