Savoredsting
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Anders Simeon Jones
age 27 Hgt.6 Wgt.210 Hair:Blonde Eyes:Grey
Description: A well dressed man, who has a long scar on his right side of his face
Anders was in his car, a simple Audi as he smiles. he loved the site of his old town. its nostalgia its old look. It was a beautiful sight. He had come back after so long to see his family and to move in to the old manor house from the civil war. he had hired a local construction crew to fix it. it would be marvelous now.
He was coming back to hold to a promise he made awhile ago. he was just a boy of ten but would hold true. though he was older than her he loved her than. he remember making a promise to that 8 year old girl after school that he would wait for her, and make her his wife one day. He though new she feel in love with one of his other class mates. he was still friends with her, even wrote her a few letters before he left for the Foreign legion. he fought hard all those years with them in africa, and in the middle east. he had met and befriended men all over the world. However his heart was always in this quaint little town called Harrisburg.
he pulled into the old cafe, he remembered there wonderful pie and knew them to have great coffee. he thought this would be a good place to write his second novel. A novel about.. well what else war and the wandering warrior. he parked his car and got out of it. he locked it and turned the alarm on. Would he really need and alarm here, i mean it was almost crime free here, and only about 1000 people here. Oh well old habits and all. he walked into the cafe and smiled as he walked up waiting to be seated.
age 27 Hgt.6 Wgt.210 Hair:Blonde Eyes:Grey
Description: A well dressed man, who has a long scar on his right side of his face
Anders was in his car, a simple Audi as he smiles. he loved the site of his old town. its nostalgia its old look. It was a beautiful sight. He had come back after so long to see his family and to move in to the old manor house from the civil war. he had hired a local construction crew to fix it. it would be marvelous now.
He was coming back to hold to a promise he made awhile ago. he was just a boy of ten but would hold true. though he was older than her he loved her than. he remember making a promise to that 8 year old girl after school that he would wait for her, and make her his wife one day. He though new she feel in love with one of his other class mates. he was still friends with her, even wrote her a few letters before he left for the Foreign legion. he fought hard all those years with them in africa, and in the middle east. he had met and befriended men all over the world. However his heart was always in this quaint little town called Harrisburg.
he pulled into the old cafe, he remembered there wonderful pie and knew them to have great coffee. he thought this would be a good place to write his second novel. A novel about.. well what else war and the wandering warrior. he parked his car and got out of it. he locked it and turned the alarm on. Would he really need and alarm here, i mean it was almost crime free here, and only about 1000 people here. Oh well old habits and all. he walked into the cafe and smiled as he walked up waiting to be seated.