Christian Windsor
Ya got a name? | *with a very prominent British accent* Christian Windsor, pleased to meet you. *he smiles casually* | |
Ah, that was an easy one. How bout a REAL name? | *flashes his brilliant smile at you* | |
What about a nickname? | *shakes his head* Not really.. it's classified. *winks* | |
How'd ya get it? | Erm, that's classified too.... but if you know me, you know the answer! *grins* | |
How old are ya? | I'll be seventeen on July 8th. | |
Whaddaya look like? *receives a 'look' from you* Just answer the question. | *flashes another brilliant smile* I've got baby blue eyes, curly blonde hair, it's a bit unruly at times. I'm about 6'1. *thinks* I guess you could say I'm muscular, I run sometimes. *Truth be told, Christian was gorgeous. His blue eyes made you melt.. and want to run your fingers through his golden blonde tousled hair. And he definitely had muscles.* | |
I'm assuming you have a personality. What's it like? | Well, I hope to give off the impression that I'm secure and stuff.. but really, I'm a shy guy. I guess I'm a good fellow. I'll help out where I'm needed and such. Eh, I think you'll get to know me sooner or later. | |
Ya know your history? | Well, I was born and raised in London. The middle part of my history is classified... So, I hopped a boat, and here I am. No complications or anything.. it's very simple, really.*rolls his eyes with sarcasm* | |
M-hm. I see. Got any friends or relatives? | Yeah..*looks nervous again* I have a mother and father back in London... my father has been sick lately though. He might not make it through the winter. As for friends, there's the Halliwell family, they're friends of my family. Also, I have everybody here at Greenwich Village. | |
You got a special someone? | *he flashes his brilliant smile again, and even blushes a bit* Yes... I've found my queen... Danielle Rierson.. I love her. | |
Anything else you wanna let us know? | *again looks kind of nervous* You know what I'd say if you know me well enough. *shrugs* |