Post by kacecoyote on Dec 8, 2007 3:01:34 GMT -5
Name: Clayton Enfield III
Age: 24
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 170lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Build: lithe
Born: Yonkers, New York
Breed: Werefox
Equipment: Five thousand dollar suit, High end wrist watch, Phantom automatic stiletto, nickel plated Colt Commander +2 mags, 950 cash. Audi RS6 Avant, Ducati Multistrada 1100S, BMW K1200gt
He isn't the sort’ve fellow one looses in a crowd; there was a certain predatory aura about him that was hard to forget. One felt uneasy, even downright nervous around this five foot nine inch aristocrat. There is a weight to his presence, and a menace of his notice that was just barely beyond explanation. He isn’t much to look at on the physical side of things anyway, a slender fellow who perhaps is few pounds lighter than he should be. His raven black hair was kept short cropped, and he was eternally clean-shaven. He was of a rather pale, almost sickly complexion though he never seemed to play the part. Bright blue eyes sparkled with perfect clarity, and he forever played the part of a cool customer.
He dressed as a proper member of his class should of course, as every young gentleman should. A finely tailored three-piece suit, cut from a rather dull almost charcoal colored material. A black silk shirt was set to provide the backdrop for his vest, and compliment a simple dark gray tie left tucked forever into his vest. Of course no outfit like this is complete without a fine Rolex and diamond studded cufflinks. A pair of black wire-frame sunglasses almost always found keeping his gaze hidden.
Age: 24
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 170lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Build: lithe
Born: Yonkers, New York
Breed: Werefox
Equipment: Five thousand dollar suit, High end wrist watch, Phantom automatic stiletto, nickel plated Colt Commander +2 mags, 950 cash. Audi RS6 Avant, Ducati Multistrada 1100S, BMW K1200gt
He isn't the sort’ve fellow one looses in a crowd; there was a certain predatory aura about him that was hard to forget. One felt uneasy, even downright nervous around this five foot nine inch aristocrat. There is a weight to his presence, and a menace of his notice that was just barely beyond explanation. He isn’t much to look at on the physical side of things anyway, a slender fellow who perhaps is few pounds lighter than he should be. His raven black hair was kept short cropped, and he was eternally clean-shaven. He was of a rather pale, almost sickly complexion though he never seemed to play the part. Bright blue eyes sparkled with perfect clarity, and he forever played the part of a cool customer.
He dressed as a proper member of his class should of course, as every young gentleman should. A finely tailored three-piece suit, cut from a rather dull almost charcoal colored material. A black silk shirt was set to provide the backdrop for his vest, and compliment a simple dark gray tie left tucked forever into his vest. Of course no outfit like this is complete without a fine Rolex and diamond studded cufflinks. A pair of black wire-frame sunglasses almost always found keeping his gaze hidden.