[center][h1]Character Sheet[/h1][/center]

[b]Name[/b]: James 'Jim' Brody
[b]Age[/b]: 19
[b]Sex[/b]: Male
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Height[/b]: 6'1"
[b]Major[/b]: Astrophysics
[b]Occupation[/b]: Waiter at a local restaraunt
[b]Hobby[/b]: Swimming, Jim is a huge swimming fan.
[b]Personal Theme-Music[/b]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN_q-_nGv4U]Ludovico Einaudi - Experience[/url]
[b]Example of Speech[/b]: "I genuinely believe, [i]100%[/i], that aliens are real. Are you kidding? Seriously? Where's your proof, goddammit!"
[b]Example of Action[/b]: Jim sat in the chair, fingers twitching, eyes focusing on the girl across the room like a laser tracking beacon. "Do it," she said. He stood up, and slowly strutted his way to her. Body tense, eyes locked, footsteps careful. He leaned down, one hand softly cradling the velvety skin of her neck, the other combing her hair behind her ear, a glowering intensity between the two. His hand moved behind her head and pulled out a quarter. His lips moved closer to her ear and breathed, "Ta-da."
[b]Description of Voice[/b]: Intense, passion behind every word he says. Not deep, but not high pitched either. Enough to give the impression that he isn't a boy, and not a man, but someone who should always stay a teenager and enjoy life.
[b]Physical Appearance[/b]: Standing around 6'1" and with an athletic, lean build to help his swimming. Dirty blond hair, icy blue eyes and a long 5-inch scar running diagonally on his back from when he was a kid and fell out of a tree and landed on debris left underneath it.