Millard E Ainsworth

Darling what a night

• Lax, wide shoulders and head resting to the right side, always observing his surroundings with his golden orbs. A friendly smile pops up on his lips when he notices you looking at him, but most of the times they are too busy being chewed on.
  
  A mess of short auburn curls sits atop his merry face, sometimes hidden inside a flat cap. It's always messy no matter how hard he tries to style it because apparently even just sitting in a chair with headrest is too much disturbance for them strong fibres to hold their place. While his waist is narrow(like your good ol' boy models, duh), it does have the pronouncing curves of lightly toned muscle, and the tell-tale bulge of external oblique, fitting well with the rest of his body. He wears a shirt and waistcoat reminiscent of victorian silver-spoon fashion, with black metal frame glasses hanging on the neck. Black, well-worn sneakers tap along gently, as he paces - a thinking habit of his.
  
  He does shady things for a living - or so I've heard. With his lack of friends and acquaintances, it's just an unsought information at best.
• • Name: Millard E Ainsworth
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Werewolf
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Age: 26
  • Body Type: Toned
  • Height: 6'1"
  • Weight: 183 lb
  • Complexion: Pale
  • Hair: Auburn
  • Eyes: Hazel
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: On left thumb
  • Personality: Smartass, curious, sarcastic, with no brain-to-mouth filter
  • Mannerisms: Intense lip troubling
  • Likes: Beef, himself, a good reading