Ok, this is my first time trying this. I've glanced at a few of the other stories to get a basic idea of how this works, but it might be kind of my own style. Bear with me 
I like the idea of writing in first person for this one. If I should find a pic to match my character, let me know. Looking forward to this!
Ryan
Male
23 years old
6'0, 170 lbs, toned muscles
dark brown hair
A few tattoos
It's getting late, but I'm still at the gym. The moon is rising as I get in one more mile on the indoor track, pushing aside the thought of my alarm clock waking me for work as the sun comes up. I've been out of college for a year now but I still come back here to the university rec center almost every night. It's funny- usually I'm so stressed that I don't notice the people around me here. Tonight, though, I can hardly control my gaze. There are so many beautiful women, perfect bodies of all sizes, and I'm worried that my excitement is showing through my blue mesh shorts. But these girls aren't my type. I need more than good looks.
I must look so pissed off as I'm running, going faster every lap and hardcore punk blaring through my headphones. You can see my tattoos just over my tee shirt sleeves, separating me from these stupid jocks all around me. As I slow down on my final lap, she catches my eye. I'm struck down. She isn't like these other girls. Sexier, by far, and so... mysterious. My heart pounds so hard I'm frightened as chills run down my spine.
I like the idea of writing in first person for this one. If I should find a pic to match my character, let me know. Looking forward to this!Ryan
Male
23 years old
6'0, 170 lbs, toned muscles
dark brown hair
A few tattoos
It's getting late, but I'm still at the gym. The moon is rising as I get in one more mile on the indoor track, pushing aside the thought of my alarm clock waking me for work as the sun comes up. I've been out of college for a year now but I still come back here to the university rec center almost every night. It's funny- usually I'm so stressed that I don't notice the people around me here. Tonight, though, I can hardly control my gaze. There are so many beautiful women, perfect bodies of all sizes, and I'm worried that my excitement is showing through my blue mesh shorts. But these girls aren't my type. I need more than good looks.
I must look so pissed off as I'm running, going faster every lap and hardcore punk blaring through my headphones. You can see my tattoos just over my tee shirt sleeves, separating me from these stupid jocks all around me. As I slow down on my final lap, she catches my eye. I'm struck down. She isn't like these other girls. Sexier, by far, and so... mysterious. My heart pounds so hard I'm frightened as chills run down my spine.
