Joseph Kerr
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
The man walked the streets. His lips were pursed and his tone bright. In fact he even managed a little skip in his step as he walked the pavement. The neck length hair on his head was pulled back into a half tail that left those bangs free to dangle in front of his eyes. Blocking them from covering completely a pair of half frame glasses stood on his nose, bringing attention to the dark and deep set brown eyes that surveyed the passerbys.
Dave. It was a simple name, he had always known that but it really didn't matter. He was happy wth it for the time being and until something came along that made him want something better, he would keep it. Tossing his head, the bangs flung themselves on top of his head for just a moment before the fickle breeze once again blew them down. With a huff, his hand slipped out of the pocket of his faded blue jeans to brush them back forcefully. Another hand slipped out and slid a beanie bearing the classic Joker on to his head, trapping those rougish bangs for the moment.
Six feet tall, he was one used to looking down at most people. It wasn't out of ego or even snobbishness, it was merely because most people came just below eye level where he lived. Giving a shrug to adjust the trench coat he was wearing he sildled up against the wall, his eyes still scanning the crowds. He wasn't exactly muscular, but he definitely wasn't what most would call weak. Training to join in the service had proved helpful in more ways than just increasing stamina. He was as lean as ever but that didnt' mean that he was skinny. What had onc been undeveloped muscle was slowly turning into something harder. But he still had a way to go before he was going to be worthy of the poster boy army brats.
His lip curled at the thought of that. He would never match them, but the Navy had never wanted someone for brawn. They looked for the men and women with brains. And with the test scores that he had, they had gotten a lot of that. Coming close to qualifying for the nuclear program in just the proficiency test he had been guaranteed any job he wanted, and he had taken it with pleasure. A Mass Communication Specialist once he grauduated he was going to be making sure people saw the best of the Navy, no matter what. Lost in his thoughts, his eyes wandered until they fell upon that woman. Locking tightly, he followed her every movement.
Dave. It was a simple name, he had always known that but it really didn't matter. He was happy wth it for the time being and until something came along that made him want something better, he would keep it. Tossing his head, the bangs flung themselves on top of his head for just a moment before the fickle breeze once again blew them down. With a huff, his hand slipped out of the pocket of his faded blue jeans to brush them back forcefully. Another hand slipped out and slid a beanie bearing the classic Joker on to his head, trapping those rougish bangs for the moment.
Six feet tall, he was one used to looking down at most people. It wasn't out of ego or even snobbishness, it was merely because most people came just below eye level where he lived. Giving a shrug to adjust the trench coat he was wearing he sildled up against the wall, his eyes still scanning the crowds. He wasn't exactly muscular, but he definitely wasn't what most would call weak. Training to join in the service had proved helpful in more ways than just increasing stamina. He was as lean as ever but that didnt' mean that he was skinny. What had onc been undeveloped muscle was slowly turning into something harder. But he still had a way to go before he was going to be worthy of the poster boy army brats.
His lip curled at the thought of that. He would never match them, but the Navy had never wanted someone for brawn. They looked for the men and women with brains. And with the test scores that he had, they had gotten a lot of that. Coming close to qualifying for the nuclear program in just the proficiency test he had been guaranteed any job he wanted, and he had taken it with pleasure. A Mass Communication Specialist once he grauduated he was going to be making sure people saw the best of the Navy, no matter what. Lost in his thoughts, his eyes wandered until they fell upon that woman. Locking tightly, he followed her every movement.