[b]RPer:[/b]

Age:31

Frequency Online: Daily

Favorite Ice Cream: Mint chocolate chip.

Occupation: General IT

College Major: Computer Science

Any Fandoms You Enjoy: Batman and Trigun are the two main ones

Writing Sample: My writing style can vary. I prefer a dialogue heavy writing style, but I can do in depth description.

 [b]Human:[/b]

Status: As permanent as a human traveling in space can be

Opening and Closing Post: [link from the IC to their first and if applicable, final post]

First Name: Jamie

Last Name: Spano

Born: March 12 1983 in Atlanta, Georgia, US

Appearance: [url=http://static.tvgcdn.net/MediaBin/Galleries/Celebrities/S_Z/Z/Zach_Selwyn/Zach-Selwyn.jpg]Here[/url]

4 Positive Adjectives: Goofy, good natured, inquisitive, animal lover

2 Negative Adjectives: Negative, distrustful

Siblings or Children: None

Education: Associates

3 Hobbies or Talents: Plays bass, has a huge wealth of trivial knowledge, can hold his breath for, like, 30 seconds. Impressive right?

2 Fears: Spiders, rejection

A Glimpse of...
Jamie was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and just watching some TV. He wasn't really paying attention to the TV. His roommate had just busted in the door waving some flyer. "Jamie! Check this out. Some idiot put this up at the grocery store." He yelled throwing it towards Jamie. Jamie regarded the flyer and his roommate with the interest one would give to a fly: mild disinterest.

"Speaking of groceries." Jamie said, turning his attention back to the TV. "Did you get anything other than beer this time? I like beer, but I also like food."
"Asshole." His roommate muttered storming back to him room.

"So, that's a 'no' then?" Jamie yelled after his roommate. Jamie picked up the flyer and turned and read it to his cat Mr. Tibbs. Who sat lazily eying Jamie as he laid splayed out on the couch. As he got done reading the flyer he laughed to himself. "What a load of shit. Right Tibbs?" Tibbs mewed softly. With that Jamie turned his focus back on to the TV. A few hours later and several beer later, the flyer's words kept running through his head. He kept trying to force the idea from his head. It was crazy right? What if it wasn't? What if it was real and he could get some excitement in his life? The flyer said 3AM. It was 1AM and the meeting place was just a few blocks away. "Screw it." He thought to himself. He grabbed his backpack. He grabbed a handful of clothes that was on his floor and jammed it into the backpack. "What else?" He thought. "Deodorant. NyQuil. Few bars of soap and...rest of the beer."

As Jamie strolled out the door he looked back at Tibbs on the couch. He laughed in spite of himself. "I'm sure if this is real, whoever this alien thing is will let me come back for Tibbs." He walked toward the meeting place, drinking another beer and laughing at himself for even doing this.