/me exits the life of a lurker.
Huh? What? Yo.
I was a demon in the last one, and that rocked.
But alas, since I am not going to be a demon here, I are saddened.
A man that could be described as large, only in the sense of a brick wall. He doesn't rank in very tall, at 5'8", but packing two-hundered and fifty pounds of muscle (and a warming layer of body fat) he's someone you don't want to make angry. Fortuantely though, pushing him to anger is one of the hardest feats around.
Name: James Roy
Hair: Brown, Style: Long
Facial: Beard, Chops, mustache, and the middle of the lower lip.
Clothing: Steel-toed work boots, Tripp Pants
tucked so that they do not interfere with running or walking and the chains replaced with the heavier guage chain from the hardware store, a black umbrella logo shirt, a black leather band watch, studded leather bracelet, and a pirate skull ring on his right hand's middle finger.
Pockets: Random items including a Bad Mother Fucker Wallet, his keys for his car, a razor sharp three inch pocket knife, a pack of gum, some warp energy mints, an MP3 player, his cell phone, and other small trinkets.
Stats and Feats:
Feat: Rage - When angered, Str+Con are tripled, Int+Wis+Cha are halved. Slow to anger.