Appearance: Short, Short Sandy Brown Hair, Piercing Blue Eyes, Well tone and muscle but not overly so<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/5a25e8ba-672e-4679-b4a9-40817661c6c8_zps4b5deaa9.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/5a25e8ba-672e-4679-b4a9-40817661c6c8_zps4b5deaa9.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/thCAUI6K26_zpsce97401b.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/thCAUI6K26_zpsce97401b.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s280.photobucket.com/user/gypsygirl-2008/media/thCAD9PVAK_zpse5480d65.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk180/gypsygirl-2008/thCAD9PVAK_zpse5480d65.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Sawyer Flynn<br/>Age: 22<br/>Race: Human<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Height: 6’1<br/>Weight: 200 ld<br/>Personality: Serious, Quite at times, Honest, bit of a risk taker (more to come later)<br/>Dreams: Finding a career that he enjoys and supports him finically<br/>Fears: Not finding a job, Becoming homeless<br/>Strengths: Strong, surprisingly fast,  Military back ground, loyal, protective to those whom may need it<br/>Weaknesses: Can be too serious at times, a pretty face, Has PSTD<br/>Other information:<br/>Swayer grew up with both of his parents in the military. He thrived on strict up bring. Even adjusted well with them having to move around a lot. He made friends rather quickly.  It only seems natural to go in the army once he had graduated high school. Life seems to suit him for a while.  Until one fateful day he was capture by the enemy. He spent the last year of his service in a prison camp. He managed to escape and get back to friendly territory on his own. Soon after he was able to return to the States.  Though able to survive the prison camp he didn’t come out unscathed. Twenty percent of his body is covered in scars that he received at the enemy hands. To this day he has nightmares of his time in that camp. Currently he is in between jobs.<br/><br/>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>Sawyer had spent most of the day filling out applicants, sending them out along with his resume to various jobs online. Tired of being coupe inside and frustrated at not finding a job, he went for a walk.  A cold breeze ruffled the autumn’s leaves that clung to the trees.  He paid the breeze no mind, stuffing his hands deep into his army jacket. Deep in thought he came upon and a store that held antiques. Bringing him out of his thoughts.  He felt something tug at him. Making him want to venture into the store.  He smiled at the clerks who welcome him to the store, shaking his head no when she asked if she could help.<br/><br/>Just browsing” he said politely. He wonder thought the shop. There were various old things. From old rusted skates to antique furniture. He made it back of the store was about to head back to the front of store when something caught his eye. Up on shelf was an old bottle cover in dust. Though it was cover in several decades dust. He felt as if it belonged to him. Gently he took the bottle down from its resting spot.  He blew some of the dust off it. Revealing a beautiful purple glass bottle, he wasn’t a man for knick knacks. Yet he felt compelled to have this bottle.  Sawyer took the bottle to register. In no time the bottle was his. When he got back to his apartment he took a soft cloth to the bottle. Ever so genteelly he rubs the dust off of the bottle.