View Full Version : Describe yourself as if one of the W.A Characters were seeing you for the first time
May 16th, 2011, 07:56 PM
Im in stage crew and Love doing it, so im going to describe myself as if i was in my crew clothes (Note that somethings i write concerning weapons ARE NOT TRUE!)
as we walked into the theater i noticed the faint silhouette of a person standing on the stage. As i got closer i could see he was a little over 6 feet tall and was dressed all in black from head to toe.m there was a crowbar slung across his back, and a large amount of knives in sheaths on both his legs. he had brown hair with a natural mix of blond in the front, and had multiple scratches on his arms from splinters and metal shards.
I can continue, but i will not and i hope everyone will understand the concept behind this.
Dec 5th, 2011, 06:37 PM
Just as the sun began to rise. Its warm, life giving rays hitting the side of the Tower. A lone silhouette of person a could be seen moving down the center of the street leading our way. As this person got closer to the tower, it characteristics became more defined. Th figure stopped just a block down from the Tower, gazing up towards it. Now within close proximity of the Tower, I could see that it was a short man. Maybe just over 5 feet fall. From what I could see, he was dressed in a odd combination of clothing. On the top of his head was a dusty old cowboy hat, with a large feather sticking out of the hat band. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of orange sunglasses. His face had the look of many long days in the sun. Tracing his mouth a was a unkept goatee. His upper body had what looked like a military grade load bearing chest rig, with multiple magazine and grenade pouches. Underneath that was a dirty grey wifebeater, that partially hid a large chest tattoo. His arms were also tattooed to his wrists. His hands were covered by what looked like kevlar gloves. In his hands was a M4 Assault Rifle, outfitted with a Aimpoint scope and Surefire flashlight. He was wearing desert cammie trousers with several holes on the knees. His right leg had a knee pad with A+ written on it in permanent marker. Above that was a black thigh holster containing a handgun of some sorts.
He began walking once again, his head turning from left to right from time to time. As he got closer to the tower, he turned around. On his back was a rucksack, with a large caliber rifle strapped to the side. On his belt was a large knife, most likely a K-Bar. After a few paces, he turned around again. Continuing his way towards the Towers front door. After a few short moments he reached the door. Pounding on the door a few times. A few short moments passed, he pounded again. This time speaking. "Hey, anybody home." His voice reflected his attire. It had a confident tone with southern accent.
Dec 21st, 2011, 11:02 AM
as we moved through the hospital we saw a door open slowly and the barrel of a rifle peeked through with a bayonet attached and a flashlight tapped to the bayonet. the door slid silently open and a man stepped through. 5'10" wearing black vinyl pants, engineer boots, a black hoody with the cuffs rolled up 3 times, a molle vest and a backwards operater cap. he had brown hair that faded into a bushy red beard. he was slightly overweight but looked like he knew manual labor was not the president of mexico, as if he'd recently taken a desk job and put on few pounds. he shouldered an M1 Carbine equipped with a folding stock and red dot sight. it had two thirty round magazines tapped together with more visible peeking out of ammo pouches on his vest. he had a molle holster on his vest which held a 1911 for quick access and a shotgun scabbard hanging down his left side with a pistol grip showing. there were patches scattered about the vest proclaiming things like "embrace the suck" "danger close delivery" with a sexy piunup riding the nose gun of an airplane, and an emerson knives patch, as well as a myriad of patches that identified things on the vest like tool pouches for different occassions. this was a salty man who looked ready to pull the trigger.
Dec 31st, 2011, 02:44 AM
All of a sudden, BRAD FUCKING PITT!!!!
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