TheIrishRover
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Abraham stood in his loft apartment studio, waiting for his new model to arrive. He was doing a series of nude drawings for his senior year at project and the instructor had arranged for a private model for him. He, like all college students, was broke, but this model was also a college student in the art department and had to exchange modeling sessions with him. He was bit nervous, never having undressed for a girl before, with the lights on, but fair was fair. He would draw her and then she would draw him.
Abraham looked in his tall mirror for a moment, checking out his own reflection. He was a long, lean man, with toned muscles and broad shoulders. His long blind hair was pulled up into a bun at the nape of his neck. He wore tan khakis and a white tank top t-shirt, with a loosely flowing black, short sleeved shirt unbuttoned, over it. He had a straight nose, big blue eyes, thick lips and a slightly cleft chin. Overall he guessed he had no need to be ashamed over his physical condition.
The loft apartment was mostly taken up with studio space. Disorganized trays of art supplies took up much of the space, along with props for models and an old Victorian couch. His bed was in the above balcony and was nothing more than a worm out mattress, laid out on the wooden floor. Below the balcony was a tiny galley kitchen and a breakfast nook.
He turned, as the there was a knock at his door. He crossed over, in his bare feet, and opened the door.
OOC: open. Please post two paragraphs minimum per post, and physically describe your character.
Abraham looked in his tall mirror for a moment, checking out his own reflection. He was a long, lean man, with toned muscles and broad shoulders. His long blind hair was pulled up into a bun at the nape of his neck. He wore tan khakis and a white tank top t-shirt, with a loosely flowing black, short sleeved shirt unbuttoned, over it. He had a straight nose, big blue eyes, thick lips and a slightly cleft chin. Overall he guessed he had no need to be ashamed over his physical condition.
The loft apartment was mostly taken up with studio space. Disorganized trays of art supplies took up much of the space, along with props for models and an old Victorian couch. His bed was in the above balcony and was nothing more than a worm out mattress, laid out on the wooden floor. Below the balcony was a tiny galley kitchen and a breakfast nook.
He turned, as the there was a knock at his door. He crossed over, in his bare feet, and opened the door.
OOC: open. Please post two paragraphs minimum per post, and physically describe your character.
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