Post by oscar on Dec 6, 2010 23:32:18 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Oscar! and this is my first character. I found this site through some RPG Directory website. Something you should know about me is I've been roleplaying off and on since I was eleven, or to simplify that, ten years. I want to have no life on the weekdays, because I have too much of one on the weekend and I need a break.
Canon: Sleepy Hallow
Custom Title: I prefer to understand what I can touch and feel rather then fathom what might be lurking within the shadows. The unknown is far more frightening then any man with a gun.
PHYSICAL
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Professor Crane is a handsome man for his age. he stands an inch shy of six feet, but holds his frame well. With a swimmers frame he has a lean yet decently muscular build. His tone doesn't come from working out other then often walking everywhere. No, Ike has the metabolism of a tape worm that might make people cringe at times when they see him eat. It would seem a lucky physical attribute if the man wasn't hungry at nearly all points during the day. In fact the only time you might see him working out more than just a brisk walk is when his internal thoughts are creeping him out during the night and he ends up half jogging, half running back to his apartment.
Icabod has a rather young and handsome face. He takes far more after his mother with his fair yet lightly tanned skin. His eyes are a deep rich brown that never seem to be completely there. Though he might not have a crazed look, Ike always seems to be spacing off and looking into the distance. When he smiles though there are small sparks. Perhaps it's not a true smile that comes through to the eyes, but there as an odd gentleness to them, somewhat mocking. He's often seen wearing a pair of brown rimmed glasses with the legs slightly chewed from constantly biting on it when he's in deep thought. Often he's seen with facial hair, whether it be a small goatee, soul patch, or mustache, or the combination of the three. His hair is often long, and naturally dark brown. Only recently has he taken to playing around with a lighter color. That was a thanks to a drunken night and hair dresser.
Ike has no piercings or tattoo's anywhere. While he might be fine with others doing whatever they want to their body, he personally doesn't care. He has several scars like anyone else would from years of clumsiness, but the most distinct ones are the scars on his hands that came from a prank pulled on him in the seventh grade. Other than that there are no defining characteristic other than what people already see.
Height: 5'11"
Body: Average height, lean yet muscular.
Other distinguishing features: Cuts on both palms
Wardrobe: Oddly with his somewhat out of the ordinary personality he usually likes to be clean cut. He likes to wear suits or form fitted pants and button up shirts. However, sometimes he gets overly obsessed with work and will go several days without stopping. This usually means the three day old clothing and bags under the eyes that looks like he might have gotten into a fight. The only thing that might seem out of place on his clothes is the odd little bracelets he might wear, some having charms hidden under his cuffs for no one to see. This is just an edition to the superstitious mind.[/ul]
Play By: Johnny Depp
PERSONALITY
General personality:
A wayward fellow is one way to imagine Professor Crane. He rarely seems to be there in the present, rather thinking ahead. Anything he looks at seems to turn into a puzzle in which he would love for nothing more then to solve. His biggest pet peeve, if not greatest fear is the unknown and he will begrudgingly admit so. he does not enjoy what he can not see and touch. This doesn't mean he doesn't believe in it though, oh no very far from that. Crane might be one of the more rare superstitious men you would come across in the 21st century. He's not exactly paranoid as in the sense that everything is out to get them, but he does believe in many things that people would consider ridiculous. His biggest fear is being haunted by a spirit, and often stays away from any form of subject that might mention them because they make him nervous.
While his outward perception on life might seem like an oxymoron in comparison to his internal fears, he is just that. In the classroom he is a strict teacher that people either lover or hate. He believes in playing fair when it comes to teaching, never throwing students curve balls just to mess with them. Being the factual man that he is, he teaches a class in the way that he would like to be taught. This of course can leave many students annoyed and hating him due to the fact that a large percentage may have a hard time keeping up with the curriculum. This is why he often teaches Graduate classes, though at times might be put down to teach an Undergrad class. There is an equal dislike between teacher and student on this level. It isn't as if he hates the students, he just dislikes lowering his teaching.
While he teaches part time, he works full time as a forensic scientist. Oddly enough, being a man who fears anything frightening, the sight of a dead body does nothing for him. He has a knack for seeing it as an empty shell and enjoys the challenge of the human puzzle. He enjoys the scientific research behind figuring out where the corpse points its cold fingers to. Often times, while he is a well groomed man, he'll stay away for days trying to piece clues together. It has happened on numerous occasions that he might come into class reeking of sipped whiskey and wearing yesterdays clothing. This is who Crane is though, an overly intense mind that can't let go when he's grabbed a hold of something he wants to solve.
Now letting the contradiction continue, lets indulge in his non working life, when it comes up. While he is often put behind his books and classes, Ike does enjoy the occasional night out. He has an uncanny knack for knowing how to speak with women, at least when he's had a drink or two in him. While people might perceive Ike to be shy and awkward around others, he really just is often not in the right set of mind to be around them. He might have his shy moments around the more lovely beauties, but oddly enough he knows just what to say when he's in the right place. That of course means it's probably in a bar setting. Like food he's quite good at holding his alcohol. Perhaps from years of training, but on an off day, or a work at home day, Ike enjoys his drinks as much as he enjoys flirting with the women. He's well known for getting a women, but far less known for actually keeping her. Perhaps it's a lack of commitment, or perhaps it's a lack of interest. Most women, or people in general, be that the living, can only keep a hold of his attention for so long before he's fading off into another dimension of thought. Still, everyone needs to have a little bit of fun right. No one ever accused Ike of being a good man, smart perhaps, kind in certain ways, but not the best.
The kind points are far and few. If nothing else, he is polite. Blunt, but very polite, which is what catches the eyes of many women. He is good at reading people, and judging what they like or dislike. His biggest flaw is the fact that sometimes he has a hard time hiding his own flaws. The biggest flaw he might have is the fact that he isn't the bravest man you'll ever meet. Sure he's a charmer, but if you make him watch a scary movie it wouldn't be the woman grabbing onto his hand. Anything outside of the realm of here and now will get him jittery and nervous. While people do not terrify him as much and he might stand up against someone who is trying to fight him, all they have to do is point and yell out ghost and the man is hiding underneath a table... or a pair of legs. He tries to keep that fear hidden so that people don't know his weak point, but some have finally figured that part of him out.... unfortunately.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: An intelligent man, Ike can solve most problems that he puts his mind to. He is not a squeamish man either, as he works constantly with dead bodies.
Weaknesses: Ike is an overly superstitious man. He believes in the supernatural and above all the haunting spirits that lurk the earth. It's an ironic contradiction fear the spirits, but not the dead bodies that they leave behind for him to examine.
BACKGROUND
Family: Carol and Jon Crane. Retired and unknown whereabouts
Education: Doctorates
Occupation: Professor, Forensic Scientist
Worst past experience: Being locked up in the basement of a supposed haunted run down asylum over night in the 7th grade.
Best past experience: Graduating high school early.
Image: Odd, quirky man who's not always there, but knows how to get them when he is.
History:
Ichabod Crane was raised in Coopers-berg, Pennsylvania, right outside of Allentown. He didn't have terrible parents, his father a trucker, and his mother working at a spiritual church. Unfortunately his mother was extremely superstitious and believed that she was a medium who attracted spirits. She was a sweet woman, but not completely there. Often when she was putting Ike to sleep at night when he was a child she would tell him horrible stories about the spirits she had come across over the weak. The woman had a knack for telling stories, or perhaps she really did see these spirits. Either way, from a young age he had grown to believe that there house was haunted by numerous unwanted guests. While his mothers voice constantly pressed fear into the young Ike's mind it also did help him to dive into studies. In school he was seen as the odd one out and constantly pushed around. Books became the few friends that he had, but they made up a vast majority of his time. He would have rather jumped into the detective novels and science books than dirty his hands and feet with the games children played outside.
As he grew older he only grew more intense with his studies. By the time he was going to enter sixth grade the teachers decided to bump him up seventh. While he was bullied before, it became much worse. His parents tried to get him to make friends, even calling parents to arrange get together's with the other boys. It wasn't the wisest decision, but for a week it seemed to work. It was as if the other boys had taken them under his wing. That was until a Friday night when they were all hanging out together and walking outside of town. They came upon an old abandoned asylum that was fenced up. The boys began to tell him the horrible story, which later turned out to be completely fake, but at the time terrified Ike. They told him if he wanted to be a part of their group he had to go through the same initiation as everyone else, which meant going into the asylum basement for five minutes. This was the supposed torture area, and most haunted place of all. Terrified, but not wanting to chicken out he finally was convinced to climb over the fence and go into the asylum. Convincing himself that there was no such thing as ghosts, Ike went through the half broken doors and carefully walked over the creaky steps until he found the stairs to the basement. All he had was a small flash light that guided him down the stairs and there he waited, counting silently with his eyes shut tightly, heart racing in a manner he thought might cause it to explode.
As he counted to four minutes and twenty seconds he suddenly heard the door shut and laughter from outside. Panicked he ran upstairs and tried to open the door, but it had been locked from the outside. Ike screamed for hours trying to get out until his voice was horse. He tried to find some way out and finally saw a small window. Trying to find anything to climb up to reach it he looked around with the flashlight for a chair moving and shifting everything around. In the process of bumping into things and old part of the wall gave way and out spilled the old bones of a lost patient. Ike didn't remember much after that. Apparently he tried to climb up the wall in panic to the window and ended up grabbing handfuls of broken glass before finally passing out which lead to the scars. In the morning he was finally found by a security guard who noticed the chair pushed up under the door. One would have thought that after such a shock he would have been paralized with fear, but that's where the fascination began.
Instead of trying to win the battle against the older students he grew quiet again and fell back into his books, now throwing himself into a new direction, forensic science. His fascination built with every book and soon he was through high school graduating two years early. With a full scholarship to Penn State for his Undergrad. he finished his Undergrad in Forensic Biology and continued on to get his doctorates at Virginia Commonwealth University. It was college that he slowly learned his taste for women and booze, which were the only time he was completely engrossed in work. After he graduated he moved to NYC and got a job as a forensic scientist for the NYPD. Later in his career he picked up a part time job as a Professor at State University of New York. This was mostly because of his over worked personality and the inability to stop for a night without involving work or drinks.
Icabod Crane now lives in a small one bedroom apartment that has little to no furnishing other than a table, a bed, and a couch. He lives a simple life, yet seems to live more poor than what he actually makes between both jobs. This is how he likes it.
THE SAMPLE
Ichabod "Ike" Crane:
Tonight the bar was silent. It seemed odd to be out on a Friday night for the second night in a row. The semester was winding down and he was giving a break to the students for them to study for their final exam. It seemed that the precinct had less on their hands and were managing just fine without the hands of an extra forensic scientist to excavate the remains and clues of another untimely crime that New York seemed to spit out like the foul consistency of chewed tobacco. It was another night of sipping whiskey and smoking in the lounge of his favorite bar. Sadly this seemed to be slipping out of his grasp as he got older. It seemed that no matter where he went there were children everywhere. To think that he was once their age and never quite at such a level. It was interesting to watch the children roam the bar. A pack of curious wolves debating on their next moves. Women situated themselves with one another unless they were already taken, and the men eyed them up and down debating on whom they should pounce first.
A small smirk played across the corner of Crane's lips as he brought his hand up, pressing the butt of the cigarette between the soft flesh and inhailing. Eyes closed ever so slightly as he enjoyed the burning sensation as the smoke slithered down his throat and snaked it's tortoise like death grip around his lungs. Holding for a few seconds he finally exhaled and watched the smoke slither up and towards the ceiling of the first floor. He looked down at his lips and scoffed as he saw the little remains of his whiskey. Taking the last swig of it he set it down and slid the glass towards the waiter, motioning for another. What was that... his fifth now, or perhaps it was the sixth. He didn't feel drunk, but he was trying to lose track of time. Time was the demon that constantly followed and taunted him on his days off, trying to tell him how atrociously slowly they were dragging on.
Well, perhaps tonight he could change things. Crane looked back out into the crowd, scanning it, not so much like all the other hungry dogs. Slightly more calculating, summing up which woman looked as if she might be more interesting than the others. The tattooed ones were often wild from his experience, but the quiet, reserved ones were far more fun to peal apart. They were more of a challenge, unless they turned out to be desperate. Unfortunately miscalculation had gotten him into a few sticky spots with those women. It was a game though, an enjoyable game to pass time. He waited until the drink came back to him refilled before finally sliding off the stool and slowly walking through the crowd. The cigarette played at the edge of his lip, seeming to keep with the smirk that had started earlier. Inhailing again he looked over at a group of women who seemed to notice him at the same time. He nodded his head and smiled, but scanning them quietly and quickly found nothing appealing before him. The women his age were boring and craved commitment, the women just entering the bar were far too young and annoying. He wanted to find that nice middle ground. She was here somewhere, he just needed to keep looking.
Professor Ichabod "Ike" Crane
High Class
High Class
Canon: Sleepy Hallow
Custom Title: I prefer to understand what I can touch and feel rather then fathom what might be lurking within the shadows. The unknown is far more frightening then any man with a gun.
PHYSICAL
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Professor Crane is a handsome man for his age. he stands an inch shy of six feet, but holds his frame well. With a swimmers frame he has a lean yet decently muscular build. His tone doesn't come from working out other then often walking everywhere. No, Ike has the metabolism of a tape worm that might make people cringe at times when they see him eat. It would seem a lucky physical attribute if the man wasn't hungry at nearly all points during the day. In fact the only time you might see him working out more than just a brisk walk is when his internal thoughts are creeping him out during the night and he ends up half jogging, half running back to his apartment.
Icabod has a rather young and handsome face. He takes far more after his mother with his fair yet lightly tanned skin. His eyes are a deep rich brown that never seem to be completely there. Though he might not have a crazed look, Ike always seems to be spacing off and looking into the distance. When he smiles though there are small sparks. Perhaps it's not a true smile that comes through to the eyes, but there as an odd gentleness to them, somewhat mocking. He's often seen wearing a pair of brown rimmed glasses with the legs slightly chewed from constantly biting on it when he's in deep thought. Often he's seen with facial hair, whether it be a small goatee, soul patch, or mustache, or the combination of the three. His hair is often long, and naturally dark brown. Only recently has he taken to playing around with a lighter color. That was a thanks to a drunken night and hair dresser.
Ike has no piercings or tattoo's anywhere. While he might be fine with others doing whatever they want to their body, he personally doesn't care. He has several scars like anyone else would from years of clumsiness, but the most distinct ones are the scars on his hands that came from a prank pulled on him in the seventh grade. Other than that there are no defining characteristic other than what people already see.
Height: 5'11"
Body: Average height, lean yet muscular.
Other distinguishing features: Cuts on both palms
Wardrobe: Oddly with his somewhat out of the ordinary personality he usually likes to be clean cut. He likes to wear suits or form fitted pants and button up shirts. However, sometimes he gets overly obsessed with work and will go several days without stopping. This usually means the three day old clothing and bags under the eyes that looks like he might have gotten into a fight. The only thing that might seem out of place on his clothes is the odd little bracelets he might wear, some having charms hidden under his cuffs for no one to see. This is just an edition to the superstitious mind.[/ul]
Play By: Johnny Depp
PERSONALITY
General personality:
A wayward fellow is one way to imagine Professor Crane. He rarely seems to be there in the present, rather thinking ahead. Anything he looks at seems to turn into a puzzle in which he would love for nothing more then to solve. His biggest pet peeve, if not greatest fear is the unknown and he will begrudgingly admit so. he does not enjoy what he can not see and touch. This doesn't mean he doesn't believe in it though, oh no very far from that. Crane might be one of the more rare superstitious men you would come across in the 21st century. He's not exactly paranoid as in the sense that everything is out to get them, but he does believe in many things that people would consider ridiculous. His biggest fear is being haunted by a spirit, and often stays away from any form of subject that might mention them because they make him nervous.
While his outward perception on life might seem like an oxymoron in comparison to his internal fears, he is just that. In the classroom he is a strict teacher that people either lover or hate. He believes in playing fair when it comes to teaching, never throwing students curve balls just to mess with them. Being the factual man that he is, he teaches a class in the way that he would like to be taught. This of course can leave many students annoyed and hating him due to the fact that a large percentage may have a hard time keeping up with the curriculum. This is why he often teaches Graduate classes, though at times might be put down to teach an Undergrad class. There is an equal dislike between teacher and student on this level. It isn't as if he hates the students, he just dislikes lowering his teaching.
While he teaches part time, he works full time as a forensic scientist. Oddly enough, being a man who fears anything frightening, the sight of a dead body does nothing for him. He has a knack for seeing it as an empty shell and enjoys the challenge of the human puzzle. He enjoys the scientific research behind figuring out where the corpse points its cold fingers to. Often times, while he is a well groomed man, he'll stay away for days trying to piece clues together. It has happened on numerous occasions that he might come into class reeking of sipped whiskey and wearing yesterdays clothing. This is who Crane is though, an overly intense mind that can't let go when he's grabbed a hold of something he wants to solve.
Now letting the contradiction continue, lets indulge in his non working life, when it comes up. While he is often put behind his books and classes, Ike does enjoy the occasional night out. He has an uncanny knack for knowing how to speak with women, at least when he's had a drink or two in him. While people might perceive Ike to be shy and awkward around others, he really just is often not in the right set of mind to be around them. He might have his shy moments around the more lovely beauties, but oddly enough he knows just what to say when he's in the right place. That of course means it's probably in a bar setting. Like food he's quite good at holding his alcohol. Perhaps from years of training, but on an off day, or a work at home day, Ike enjoys his drinks as much as he enjoys flirting with the women. He's well known for getting a women, but far less known for actually keeping her. Perhaps it's a lack of commitment, or perhaps it's a lack of interest. Most women, or people in general, be that the living, can only keep a hold of his attention for so long before he's fading off into another dimension of thought. Still, everyone needs to have a little bit of fun right. No one ever accused Ike of being a good man, smart perhaps, kind in certain ways, but not the best.
The kind points are far and few. If nothing else, he is polite. Blunt, but very polite, which is what catches the eyes of many women. He is good at reading people, and judging what they like or dislike. His biggest flaw is the fact that sometimes he has a hard time hiding his own flaws. The biggest flaw he might have is the fact that he isn't the bravest man you'll ever meet. Sure he's a charmer, but if you make him watch a scary movie it wouldn't be the woman grabbing onto his hand. Anything outside of the realm of here and now will get him jittery and nervous. While people do not terrify him as much and he might stand up against someone who is trying to fight him, all they have to do is point and yell out ghost and the man is hiding underneath a table... or a pair of legs. He tries to keep that fear hidden so that people don't know his weak point, but some have finally figured that part of him out.... unfortunately.
Likes:
- Learning
- Solving problems
- Drinking
- Eating, loves the cake
- Forensic Science
Dislikes:
- Teaching
- Being hungry
- The unexplained
- Scary movies
- Ghosts
Strengths: An intelligent man, Ike can solve most problems that he puts his mind to. He is not a squeamish man either, as he works constantly with dead bodies.
Weaknesses: Ike is an overly superstitious man. He believes in the supernatural and above all the haunting spirits that lurk the earth. It's an ironic contradiction fear the spirits, but not the dead bodies that they leave behind for him to examine.
BACKGROUND
Family: Carol and Jon Crane. Retired and unknown whereabouts
Education: Doctorates
Occupation: Professor, Forensic Scientist
Worst past experience: Being locked up in the basement of a supposed haunted run down asylum over night in the 7th grade.
Best past experience: Graduating high school early.
Image: Odd, quirky man who's not always there, but knows how to get them when he is.
History:
Ichabod Crane was raised in Coopers-berg, Pennsylvania, right outside of Allentown. He didn't have terrible parents, his father a trucker, and his mother working at a spiritual church. Unfortunately his mother was extremely superstitious and believed that she was a medium who attracted spirits. She was a sweet woman, but not completely there. Often when she was putting Ike to sleep at night when he was a child she would tell him horrible stories about the spirits she had come across over the weak. The woman had a knack for telling stories, or perhaps she really did see these spirits. Either way, from a young age he had grown to believe that there house was haunted by numerous unwanted guests. While his mothers voice constantly pressed fear into the young Ike's mind it also did help him to dive into studies. In school he was seen as the odd one out and constantly pushed around. Books became the few friends that he had, but they made up a vast majority of his time. He would have rather jumped into the detective novels and science books than dirty his hands and feet with the games children played outside.
As he grew older he only grew more intense with his studies. By the time he was going to enter sixth grade the teachers decided to bump him up seventh. While he was bullied before, it became much worse. His parents tried to get him to make friends, even calling parents to arrange get together's with the other boys. It wasn't the wisest decision, but for a week it seemed to work. It was as if the other boys had taken them under his wing. That was until a Friday night when they were all hanging out together and walking outside of town. They came upon an old abandoned asylum that was fenced up. The boys began to tell him the horrible story, which later turned out to be completely fake, but at the time terrified Ike. They told him if he wanted to be a part of their group he had to go through the same initiation as everyone else, which meant going into the asylum basement for five minutes. This was the supposed torture area, and most haunted place of all. Terrified, but not wanting to chicken out he finally was convinced to climb over the fence and go into the asylum. Convincing himself that there was no such thing as ghosts, Ike went through the half broken doors and carefully walked over the creaky steps until he found the stairs to the basement. All he had was a small flash light that guided him down the stairs and there he waited, counting silently with his eyes shut tightly, heart racing in a manner he thought might cause it to explode.
As he counted to four minutes and twenty seconds he suddenly heard the door shut and laughter from outside. Panicked he ran upstairs and tried to open the door, but it had been locked from the outside. Ike screamed for hours trying to get out until his voice was horse. He tried to find some way out and finally saw a small window. Trying to find anything to climb up to reach it he looked around with the flashlight for a chair moving and shifting everything around. In the process of bumping into things and old part of the wall gave way and out spilled the old bones of a lost patient. Ike didn't remember much after that. Apparently he tried to climb up the wall in panic to the window and ended up grabbing handfuls of broken glass before finally passing out which lead to the scars. In the morning he was finally found by a security guard who noticed the chair pushed up under the door. One would have thought that after such a shock he would have been paralized with fear, but that's where the fascination began.
Instead of trying to win the battle against the older students he grew quiet again and fell back into his books, now throwing himself into a new direction, forensic science. His fascination built with every book and soon he was through high school graduating two years early. With a full scholarship to Penn State for his Undergrad. he finished his Undergrad in Forensic Biology and continued on to get his doctorates at Virginia Commonwealth University. It was college that he slowly learned his taste for women and booze, which were the only time he was completely engrossed in work. After he graduated he moved to NYC and got a job as a forensic scientist for the NYPD. Later in his career he picked up a part time job as a Professor at State University of New York. This was mostly because of his over worked personality and the inability to stop for a night without involving work or drinks.
Icabod Crane now lives in a small one bedroom apartment that has little to no furnishing other than a table, a bed, and a couch. He lives a simple life, yet seems to live more poor than what he actually makes between both jobs. This is how he likes it.
THE SAMPLE
Ichabod "Ike" Crane:
Tonight the bar was silent. It seemed odd to be out on a Friday night for the second night in a row. The semester was winding down and he was giving a break to the students for them to study for their final exam. It seemed that the precinct had less on their hands and were managing just fine without the hands of an extra forensic scientist to excavate the remains and clues of another untimely crime that New York seemed to spit out like the foul consistency of chewed tobacco. It was another night of sipping whiskey and smoking in the lounge of his favorite bar. Sadly this seemed to be slipping out of his grasp as he got older. It seemed that no matter where he went there were children everywhere. To think that he was once their age and never quite at such a level. It was interesting to watch the children roam the bar. A pack of curious wolves debating on their next moves. Women situated themselves with one another unless they were already taken, and the men eyed them up and down debating on whom they should pounce first.
A small smirk played across the corner of Crane's lips as he brought his hand up, pressing the butt of the cigarette between the soft flesh and inhailing. Eyes closed ever so slightly as he enjoyed the burning sensation as the smoke slithered down his throat and snaked it's tortoise like death grip around his lungs. Holding for a few seconds he finally exhaled and watched the smoke slither up and towards the ceiling of the first floor. He looked down at his lips and scoffed as he saw the little remains of his whiskey. Taking the last swig of it he set it down and slid the glass towards the waiter, motioning for another. What was that... his fifth now, or perhaps it was the sixth. He didn't feel drunk, but he was trying to lose track of time. Time was the demon that constantly followed and taunted him on his days off, trying to tell him how atrociously slowly they were dragging on.
Well, perhaps tonight he could change things. Crane looked back out into the crowd, scanning it, not so much like all the other hungry dogs. Slightly more calculating, summing up which woman looked as if she might be more interesting than the others. The tattooed ones were often wild from his experience, but the quiet, reserved ones were far more fun to peal apart. They were more of a challenge, unless they turned out to be desperate. Unfortunately miscalculation had gotten him into a few sticky spots with those women. It was a game though, an enjoyable game to pass time. He waited until the drink came back to him refilled before finally sliding off the stool and slowly walking through the crowd. The cigarette played at the edge of his lip, seeming to keep with the smirk that had started earlier. Inhailing again he looked over at a group of women who seemed to notice him at the same time. He nodded his head and smiled, but scanning them quietly and quickly found nothing appealing before him. The women his age were boring and craved commitment, the women just entering the bar were far too young and annoying. He wanted to find that nice middle ground. She was here somewhere, he just needed to keep looking.
Very detailed, very well thought out - I don't see any problems. Accepted!