OOC: Hello all, this is my first attempt at a SRP thread so I hope I have a lady out there who'd be willing to explore my idea with me while realizing that this will be taking my V card in this forum. My idea is essentially a high school roleplay, both participants being 18 years of age, from schools with a bitter rivalry, in american football. I leave how you wish to play this role, your looks, and various other aspects to you. Please PM with your desire to join and we can get started. Thanks much.
My Character:
Name: Frank Robinson
Age: 18
Height: 6-3
Weight: 225 lbs
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Muscled, Toned, very light tan.
IC: You're the prom queen/all-american girl from your school. You're easily the hottest girl in the county. I'm the 6-3 All-American linebacker whose getting all the offers from the big boys of college football. We go to opposite schools and the rivalry between them is huge, bordering on hate. One night you're out at a party and you decide to leave early your car breaks down and your cell is dead. You frantically wave at a car passing by not knowing it's me. I pull over and step out and you instantly recognize me. I see you and give you a look that says I think you look familar but can't quite place from where. My muscular 6-3 frame encased in a massive red and black varsity letterman jacket, a black tank top underneath that barely contains my rippling muscles and rock hard abs, my short black hair falls across my dark blue eyes as I gaze down at you.
My Character:
Name: Frank Robinson
Age: 18
Height: 6-3
Weight: 225 lbs
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Muscled, Toned, very light tan.
IC: You're the prom queen/all-american girl from your school. You're easily the hottest girl in the county. I'm the 6-3 All-American linebacker whose getting all the offers from the big boys of college football. We go to opposite schools and the rivalry between them is huge, bordering on hate. One night you're out at a party and you decide to leave early your car breaks down and your cell is dead. You frantically wave at a car passing by not knowing it's me. I pull over and step out and you instantly recognize me. I see you and give you a look that says I think you look familar but can't quite place from where. My muscular 6-3 frame encased in a massive red and black varsity letterman jacket, a black tank top underneath that barely contains my rippling muscles and rock hard abs, my short black hair falls across my dark blue eyes as I gaze down at you.
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