Full Name: Makenzie Robert Brown
Nickname: Mac
Name on Identification: Mac Brown
Age: 32 years
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Slim built, athletic, tan skin, oval face with defined cheekbones, grey-brown eyes, softly curling hair
Current Infliction(s): A shallow cut below his left knee, and some rope abrasions on his wrists and ankles
Physical Defenses: Fisticuffs as learned in the school of hard knocks
Appealing Attributes: He has a brilliant smile when not in a funk and an athletic physique
Clothing: Comfortably worn grey jeans, a black button up shirt over an olive t-shirt and a pair of black boots
Other Items: None at the moment
Behavior: Subdued
Feral or Cultured: Cultured
Phobias: Minor Aquaphobia, only apparent around deep water, especially where the bottom cannot be seen
Disorders: None
How do they present themselves: Normally would be very charming, but has had that backfire on him so is reserved
Feelings towards being owned / rented: Still not really thrilled with the idea of being owned
Overall Attitude: Cautiously pleasant
Hobbies / Interests: Enjoyed traveling
High or Low Maintenance: Unclear at this time
Diet / Allergies: Omnivore
Language(s) Spoken: Common
Can they Read / Write: Both
Can your character produce magic: No
Talents / Skills: Drawing
Training: Learned to defend himself living on the streets, no formal training as a slave
Previous Owners: None
Current Owner: Christian Santiago
Previous Usage(s): N/A
Previous status: Free
OOC Info/Notes
Availability: Normally on after 5pm CST
What are you looking for in a Roleplay: Literacy and some story line, even if it's only for a quickie
What are your allowances for your character: No consent save for death, mutilation. I absolutely won't do vore or macro/micro. I don't always spell well myself, but please no chat/leetspeak and at least semi-para. One liners won't work on me.
Long Term/Short Term: Both
General Information
Character Description: It finally happened, the rogue stuck his nose in where it didn't belong and someone took umbrage. When you live on the fringe of society, no one even really knows you've gone missing. Taken in broad daylight, drugged and then shoved into a tiny shipping crate, the man woke up in the bowels of the Tether with only the clothes on his back. After one badly botched escape attempt he settled to his fate and sats quietly in the pens, a bandage peeking from the new rip in the left knee of his jeans, later, as the old wound was healing, he got in the middle of something again and recieved a cut the the same leg, just below the knee, and wound up with glue in his hair that had to be trimmed out, hense the new do. (Wears faded black jeans, a black button up shirt over an olive t-shirt and black boots. 32 years, 6' tall, tan skin, lean frame, thick black hair. FST.)
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