ThomasRHellsing
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2011
- Location
- Hell ((2nd Circle))
Dr. Thomas Alexander Smith walked quickly towards the apartment. He was relatively young at the age of 21, his dark blue eyes checked the high dollar watch on his wrist. He was looking for a flat, and had found two women who were looking for a possible room mate. Thomas was a certified genius, having a half dozen degrees and countless other certificates of achievement. He was a prodigy, and thus had settled on a field where no real answer was present psychology. The doctor had very recently moved to London England because of a boredom he just couldn't cure. While he could easily afford his own place he wanted to learn about the local color, and room mates would help with that. The colt single action revolver he kept holstered in behind the back drawing holster and necessary licenses to carry it were a gift from a friend in the government.
Reaching the address with about two minutes to spare he knocked on the door, gently but firmly. His 6' 8" frame, muscular but like a swimmer rather than a weight lifter was a bit imposing he admitted. He wore dark blue jeans a teal shirt with elbow length sleeves, steel toed cowboy boots a fedora on hi head, and black fingerless after the second knuckle gloves. A black leather jacket hid the gun. he ran a hand through his brushed back, dirty dish water blond hair kept in a simply ponytail that reached the mile of his back.
Reaching the address with about two minutes to spare he knocked on the door, gently but firmly. His 6' 8" frame, muscular but like a swimmer rather than a weight lifter was a bit imposing he admitted. He wore dark blue jeans a teal shirt with elbow length sleeves, steel toed cowboy boots a fedora on hi head, and black fingerless after the second knuckle gloves. A black leather jacket hid the gun. he ran a hand through his brushed back, dirty dish water blond hair kept in a simply ponytail that reached the mile of his back.