((How dare you, of course I didn't tell you to make another roleplay, what are you talking about... Right, you can all read my intro and stuff while I go down to surgery to shorten my nose to normal size.))
Name: Olhal Advarisoh
Age: 19
Species: Human
Role in rp: Wanderer, city walker
Description: Long, thick, straight brown hair, which covers his collar, his ears and if he intends it to, his face. He has sharp greyish blue eyes, and a long face. He normally wears a black bandana with white markings, worn as a headband, or occasionally 'pirate style'. He also owns a black and red checkerboard design bandana which he wears on occasion, but generally prefers the black one.
He wears a red T shirt with black writing on it saying, 'Second Fury', a rock / metal band. Over the top, he wears a single breasted leather coat, knee length. Its covered in little scratches and stains. On his left arm, he wears an elbow length glove which has just one hole for all his fingers to go through and a hole for his thumb, a chain running along it from the back of the hand to near the elbow, and on his right arm, a leather hobo glove with studs, and three wristbands, one which says 'Second Fury' like his shirt, another a plain black one with a star, and the third, a NES controller.
He also wears a grey denim pair of jeans, with an old studded belt with half of the studs missing. Both legs of the jeans are ripped by the knee. His shoes are a grey pair of skateshoes, that look overly worn in and in need of replacement. He also wears a chain on his left side.
Weapons: Although he often carries a knife, he sometimes leaves it in his 'stash' where he leaves things of importance. When he is unarmed, he often unclips his chain and uses that as his backup weapon.
Background: He was a regular teenager, living in England (he has a strong English accent), until the end of his carefree days. He was forced to move out due to confusion with the law, part of which he had done, part of which he was completely innocent. He was eventually cleared, and to avoid further hassle, seeked a place to stay and work in another country.
His original plan was to be an animator, but not being able to find any companies that would take him on, he became a freelance, and moved all over the place trying to find decent work, doing office jobs and animating whenever anybody needed him. He's currently settled in the city in search of work, and doing an animating job on his old laptop in the flat he's rented, keeping his money going. Often regarded as an emo, or a goth, but claims to be neither, points out his hair colour, and says he's more of a rocker. He's aware that most people haven't heard of the band Second Fury, yet refuses to talk about them, despite his clothing tastes.
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Olhal sighed. He needed a break, and that was exactly what he was going to treat himself to. This place was full of thugs, but he could stand up for himself, he felt. He turned his head, and a particular bar caught his eye. Noticing a policeman approach it, he reckoned that it would be more or less safe going in there if a copper was about. Checking quickly as he crossed the street, he walked into the bar. The atmosphere wasn't great, but it was good enough to relax.
A quick glance over his shoulder told him that the policeman was talking to a boy and a girl...he was unaware why at the moment, but it didn't matter to him. He approached the barman, and asked for a juice; but was surprised upon being told they didn't have it. Further questioning revealed that the thugs that came into the bar regularly had no intention of buying juice, but they did have coke; so he bought a glass of that instead, locating himself a seat near the policeman and the others, eavesdropping.
