Because the Sky is Blue,
And the grass is green.


Face:   This young man always seemed to carry a wide honest grin, an ever pleased side kicked smirk due to his fruitful life. Angular and youthful in appearance, this human's face was shaped handsomely and worn with constant happy go lucky expressions.

Hair:   As expected, Harvey's hair was a tangled mess of bed head, shot off in an effortlessly fashionable angle to the left. The dusty blonde mop was always kept clean despite its unsightly appearance to some, even smelt abit of oranges.

Eyes:   That stare. It was so perverse how it read, and judged. His brilliant silvery eyes sunk into yours, neither piercing or reserved. All cards were on the table in his thoughful stare, like a pane of glass being the only barrier to the cog works of his mind. That being said; his gaze was collective, taking easy measures of your own inner workings.

Skin:   Harvey was a younger man, late teens, perhaps early twentys; so the number of nicks and scars upon his sun kissed flesh was some what questionable. However, each little reminder of wrinkled flesh was just that, little. As if each weapon had only grazed his skin, not a single massive strike could be sighted upon his sightly figure.

Body/Build:   Harvey, a young human in his prime. The man was an athlete for sure, sporting sizeable toned muscles across every length of his perfectly proportioned, contoured form. For a human, he possesed a poised and calculated grace, each step sure footed, each movement like water from a cup. His body was a tool, a weapon even, and he was in full control of his 6'1 183 lbs.

Attire:    Worn leathers and aged cloth. Harvey seemed to have strolled right out of some nearby gutter, a slum dog for sure. Each piece was unique, likely having been damaged and re-fitted to further display a sence of rag-tag warrior. Regardless, somehow Harvey managed to keep it all in practical, functional, order.

Tattoos: There was only one tattoo that could been seen upon Harvey, nude or not. A righteous crimson heart smack dab in the middle of his right bicep. It was outlined in a bold, contrasting pitch black to add some eye-catching poppage. Across the middle of the vibrant heart span a banner, With the fanciful, clear lettering of "Jen".


Traits:

-Optimistic
-Extroverted
-Judgemental
-Sincere & Sarcastic
-Problem Solver


OOC Junk:

Age: 19-20
Home Town: East Haven, Icewind Dale
Citizen Status: Ruffian
Profession: Getting Krunk
Languages: Common, hill billy.
Theme Song: JukeBox Hero - Foreigner

Reds: I like to think I can Roleplay out of any situation, though don't expect me to be interested in scat, blood, extreme torture, or childplay.

I am a believer in if your character wants to do/try something to/with Harvey, then do it; there shouldn't be an invisible barrier to stop you. ~BUT~ In terms of encouragement ill offer, I'm pretty raunchy, doubtful you could come up with something to make me all bug eyed.

Very tell friendly, even if you just wanna chat cause you're lonely.   :3

Remember, we're all here to have fun~! I won't bite your head off OOCly, Maybe ICly if you're a dick bag   ^ ^;