08-10-2016, 04:09 AM
Name: Edwardo Addoms
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Pregnant?: No/never
How many, how far along: N/A
Description: Short jet black hair, extremely light blue almost white eyes(half albino, wears slightly tinted prescription glasses), pale but fit and tone, muscular build, 5' 10" tall, 179lbs(all muscle)
Other info: Loyal, loving and caring father and husband, protective of his family, no one messes with them or else.
EXTRA: Smoker, clove herbal cigarettes, all natural ingredients, save for the nicotine, which mainly affects him(nicotine addiction), social drinker, red wine only.
A black mustang pulled into the driveway in the wee hours of the morning, parking just outside the door, yawning as he got out Edwardo stretched a bit then, grabbing up his briefcase and one suitcase he trudges up to the door , fumbles for the key.
It had been a long flight and all he wanted to do was to be with his family and rest, lots of the later. Upon finally finding the right key he unlocks the door and pushes his way inside, leaving his cases just inside the door as he closes it, leans back against the door pulling out his pack of clove herbal cigarettes and lighter, flicks it open and lights it up, takes a long drag letting it out slowly, smiles "Home sweet home...."
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Pregnant?: No/never
How many, how far along: N/A
Description: Short jet black hair, extremely light blue almost white eyes(half albino, wears slightly tinted prescription glasses), pale but fit and tone, muscular build, 5' 10" tall, 179lbs(all muscle)
Other info: Loyal, loving and caring father and husband, protective of his family, no one messes with them or else.
EXTRA: Smoker, clove herbal cigarettes, all natural ingredients, save for the nicotine, which mainly affects him(nicotine addiction), social drinker, red wine only.
A black mustang pulled into the driveway in the wee hours of the morning, parking just outside the door, yawning as he got out Edwardo stretched a bit then, grabbing up his briefcase and one suitcase he trudges up to the door , fumbles for the key.
It had been a long flight and all he wanted to do was to be with his family and rest, lots of the later. Upon finally finding the right key he unlocks the door and pushes his way inside, leaving his cases just inside the door as he closes it, leans back against the door pulling out his pack of clove herbal cigarettes and lighter, flicks it open and lights it up, takes a long drag letting it out slowly, smiles "Home sweet home...."
