Post by versageflames on Feb 20, 2007 3:28:31 GMT -5
((This is open to anyone who wants to RP with meh))
James stared at the pad and paper and wrote down some random things for a book he was righting. He hadn't come up with a title yet. Most of the UFC members had been sad to see him go but he said he'd make guest fights if they ever asked of it. A small smile came to his lips but was quickly gone. He wore a long, camoflauge colored trench coat, black pants with black boots. Underneath a camo shirt was a long scar that ran from along the upper left corner, down to the lower right hand side.. His eyes were a pale grey color, after he'd left the military he'd decided t let his black hair grow, so now it sat up in a pony tail of sorts. Bangs hanging down over his face slightly. Under his left eye was a cresent shaped scar.. courtisy of a knife fight back in his time of service to the country. Finally he got around to finishing the signing of his contract.. He presented it after some waiting and got approval to fight in the wrestling group that he'd found interesting. Walking back to his hotel, (he did own a car just prefered to walk) He got a few stares from some people but they could tell by the dog tags that hung about his neck that he was former military, some people gave him looks of discust. Some wanted to salute him, in which case he'd salute them back, some even asked for a signed piece of paper of some sort. Which was odd but he went with it and signed it for them with no problem. It wasn't to build fan base.. but he wanted to let these people know that he loved his country and had been willing to die for it. He had the scars to prove it. A few asked what he did and he told them he was Navy SEALs when he served and gained even more respect. By the time he'd reached his hotel it was nearly dark. He was exhausted. Removing his coat and shirt the tattoo on his arm was revield. It was his unit number and rank. On his back was a large bald eagle. He streatched and fell face first onto his bed, his well toned, and muscular body glistening with a light coat of sweat.
James stared at the pad and paper and wrote down some random things for a book he was righting. He hadn't come up with a title yet. Most of the UFC members had been sad to see him go but he said he'd make guest fights if they ever asked of it. A small smile came to his lips but was quickly gone. He wore a long, camoflauge colored trench coat, black pants with black boots. Underneath a camo shirt was a long scar that ran from along the upper left corner, down to the lower right hand side.. His eyes were a pale grey color, after he'd left the military he'd decided t let his black hair grow, so now it sat up in a pony tail of sorts. Bangs hanging down over his face slightly. Under his left eye was a cresent shaped scar.. courtisy of a knife fight back in his time of service to the country. Finally he got around to finishing the signing of his contract.. He presented it after some waiting and got approval to fight in the wrestling group that he'd found interesting. Walking back to his hotel, (he did own a car just prefered to walk) He got a few stares from some people but they could tell by the dog tags that hung about his neck that he was former military, some people gave him looks of discust. Some wanted to salute him, in which case he'd salute them back, some even asked for a signed piece of paper of some sort. Which was odd but he went with it and signed it for them with no problem. It wasn't to build fan base.. but he wanted to let these people know that he loved his country and had been willing to die for it. He had the scars to prove it. A few asked what he did and he told them he was Navy SEALs when he served and gained even more respect. By the time he'd reached his hotel it was nearly dark. He was exhausted. Removing his coat and shirt the tattoo on his arm was revield. It was his unit number and rank. On his back was a large bald eagle. He streatched and fell face first onto his bed, his well toned, and muscular body glistening with a light coat of sweat.