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| Steven Thompson; Inferno | |
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| Post #1 Apr 29 2009, 10:13 PM | RTMX |
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NAME: Steven Alva Thompson AGE: 35 RACE: humans OCCUPATION: Painter DESCRIPTION: A thin man with the stature of a sickly tree. Malnourishment and a hard life have carved a face once full of vitality into one unmercifully aged by his trade. Two orbs of an ashen color sat sullenly in shallow flesh colored bowls as they peered out into the world. Scruff plagued the bottom of his face and masked relatively little of his oft depressing facade. BIOGRAPHY: Steven had studied art like had studied in school, with indifference. He had a knack for capturing the essence of whatever moment he happened upon so beautifully and exquisitely that it brought a tear to the viewer's eye. He abhorred what he created when he painted. He began to despair and only sold a few paintings a year, enough to sustain himself. He hated it. A Steven Thompson painting fetched a pretty penny around his home town, and young artists aspired to be like him. He hated it. Eventually he became more indifferent and more melancholy than before, turning away nearly everyone or shrugging off their compliments as water slides from a duck's back. Eventually his paintings lost their sparkle, and he went hungry. So set in was his despair with humanity that he rarely ventured out anymore, except when he sold an occasional painting. EQUIPMENT: Being a hunger artist, Steven had little in the way of clothing. He had a simple but well kept black and red pinstriped suit that had server him for the better part of a decade. He also had a large rucksack for most of his possessions, including the few sets of long sleeved shirts and jeans he had strewn about. ABILITIES/SKILLS: Being a painter, even if only on rare occasion, has given Steven great eyesight and accuracy with many a weapon. MUTATIONS: |
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