Post by adhdinspired on Apr 4, 2010 21:44:15 GMT -5
Name: Sven Konig
Age: 27
Origin: German
Appearance: Tousled dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, a bit of stubble.
His face is square, with a cooked nose from years of street fighting. His lips are too think for his face and his eyes look a tad too big. He's a merchant, a wandering merchant that can roll languages off his tongue like he grew up speaking them.
Picture(optional): In a bit
Biography: Sven grew up in Germany on Earth. He's had a good life on the road and comes from a long line of merchants that travel and peddle anything that they think would bring a pretty penny.
In his years of wandering, he got in his fair share of trouble and had to learn how to defend himself. He's a crafty bastard who's mainly interested in how much credits you have on you.
Example roleplay:
Blue eyes focused on the crowd before his stand; Sven hadn't even opened up yet and there were women and children lining up. He focused on that group because they were often easy to take from. Pushing his brown hair from his face, Sven lifted the window and began his speech, speaking it in several languages.
He had jewelry for sale, pots, pans, lamps, anything he could find at a steal and sell for even more after he polished it up. Some say he was a cheat, but most wouldn't know that until he was long gone. Sven kept an eye out for those street urchins. They were slick and more often stole from him. Now, he didn't catch them every time, but he usually caught them.
Age: 27
Origin: German
Appearance: Tousled dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, a bit of stubble.
His face is square, with a cooked nose from years of street fighting. His lips are too think for his face and his eyes look a tad too big. He's a merchant, a wandering merchant that can roll languages off his tongue like he grew up speaking them.
Picture(optional): In a bit
Biography: Sven grew up in Germany on Earth. He's had a good life on the road and comes from a long line of merchants that travel and peddle anything that they think would bring a pretty penny.
In his years of wandering, he got in his fair share of trouble and had to learn how to defend himself. He's a crafty bastard who's mainly interested in how much credits you have on you.
Example roleplay:
Blue eyes focused on the crowd before his stand; Sven hadn't even opened up yet and there were women and children lining up. He focused on that group because they were often easy to take from. Pushing his brown hair from his face, Sven lifted the window and began his speech, speaking it in several languages.
He had jewelry for sale, pots, pans, lamps, anything he could find at a steal and sell for even more after he polished it up. Some say he was a cheat, but most wouldn't know that until he was long gone. Sven kept an eye out for those street urchins. They were slick and more often stole from him. Now, he didn't catch them every time, but he usually caught them.
