Jarrod Lough

Deets

• Mandatories

  • Name: Jarrod Lough
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: shainako
  • Age: 28
  • Height: 6'1"
  • Weight: 172 lbs
  • Species: Dik-dik
  • Eye Colour: Green
  • Hair Colour: Deep brown
  • Hairstyle: The sweetest mullet, cut sloppy-straight across the front and flared in the back
  • Fur Colour: Orange-brown with a cream underside and mottled grey back
  • Distinguishing Attributes: Prominent lips, mole on the left side of upper lip, stunted horns, bit of a mouth-breather

• Extras to Know

  • Handedness: Right
  • Personality: Narcissistic jackass
  • Likes: Himself, women, creating
  • Dislikes: How his family treats him, not being able to create, losing, lesbians (not homophobic, simply mad he has no chance)
  • Family: Father, sister, brother-in-law, nephew, and a 9 year old daughter back home; Brother is dead, mother is apparently dead
  • Marital Status: Single. Ladies
  • Hobbies: Making candles, (gaudy) jewelry, other random crafts, fight training
  • Favorite Animal: Eagle
  • Alias: Eagle Lord
  • Issues: Depression, small bouts of sudden rage, lactose intolerant

• Description

  Hot damn. What a dik-dik. The bulkier-framed antelope was an eyecatcher, that was for sure. Too bad it was for all the wrong reasons. Horns that were stunted in growth peeked out along with wide ears from one hell of a mullet, the mop sloppily straight-cut over thick brows and reaching the back of his neck where it flared to frame his face. He wasn't necessarily unnatractive with broad bone structure and cleft chin, though it would help him terribly if he didn't have the huge tinted lenses in gold wire frame or if he could kill his tendency to leave full lips parted in a way that exposed gap in teeth and called attention to the mole on the upper left side. Fashion sense was decidedly lacking in the form of a white shirt beneath green-creme-and-orange plaid jacket with wool collar. Dark grey trousers were worn tight but bunched 'round the knees and heels over white tie-up shoes. Tiny tail flicked from beneath belt line and fingertips ended in hoof-like material; one could imagine feet were the same. The man was on the verge of thirty and still didn't have a clue. Poor bastard.

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