((Room for another?))<br/><br/>Name: Eric<br/>Age: 25<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Species: Human<br/>Height: 6'3''<br/>description: Eric has shoulder length, well kept blond hair. He is a freelance photographer hoping to find out exactly why people have been disappearing in the forest. He carries a large film camera around his neck, and a decent sized pack on his back. He's dressed in a ratty and torn Hawaiian T-shirt and equally worn blue jeans atop hiking boots. Mirrored Aviator sunglasses adorn his face. Physically, Eric is fit, almost muscular, but not bulky; almost lengthy in build...<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Eric casually hiked through the dense forest; lugging his heavy pack and looking down at the expensive camera every time it bounces off his chest. He hopes he can find something photo worthy soon: some birds, ruins, or what he came out here to photograph.<br/>"What I don't do for a buck..." He says out loud and laughs; remembering that cash was the only reason he wanted these pictures of whatever was out here killing folks. He pushes the humor aside and presses onward into the forest, making not an effort to conceal himself or to move quietly. After all, if there even was something out here that, according to legend, fed on people, then he thinks he'd be farther ahead letting the photo come to him, rather than hunting down the photo, so to speak....