Let's See How Far We've Come[finished]

[Spruce]

Name: Greg Thorupe
Where From: Sandy Utah
Age: 26 years
Gender: Male
Type: Angel
Physical Appearance:

A strong young man. Greg is about 5'6"(short of an angel), and works out every day. He wears almost anything. Though he has a lot of t-shirts, jeans and gloves in his closet. He has brown hair, blue eyes, and a bit of scruffy facial hair.

Photo:

or
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and his wings look like this:
Underside:
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And topside:
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Personality:

Greg is a go with the flow kind of guy. He okay with most things and hangs back. His mind is always going. He builds and fixes cars for a living, though he loves working with wood. In his free time, which he has a lot of, he works with wood, building all sorts of things. From desks and shelves to small sculptures of dragons and other mystical animals. If you want a good house decoration he's the guy to see. Or if you want your car fixed.

History:

Greg's father is a scientist. He had a typical arguing, bickering, hard-to-get-a-long-with family. At age 18, he left his family's house for good.

From an early start, he fell in love with the world of mechanics. At the age of 8, he built his first working model of a car. As soon as he left the house, he moved to Utah and opened up his own car-repair shop.

When it comes to the matter of Angles vs. Humans, he detests the idea of genetically engineering humans into angles. That happens to be his fathers first line of work. That was the main dispute when he left the house.

Other:

I think he cute...*giggles*
-Spruce

Sample RolePlay:

"Aaahh!!"

Oil erupted everywhere. "How in the world did that happen!?" Greg stood there covered in oil, staring down at the also oil covered engine of the car he was working on.

Greg sighed, how was he supposed to clean this up before 7:30? That is when Ms. Watson would be here to pick up her car. He stared at the silver BMW trying to figure out what went wrong. He was going through all the things he did when he saw it.

There was, lying on the ground also covered in car oil. Picking up the silver knife, Greg looked around up in the tree next to his shop he saw a kid laughing. When the kid relized that Greg was looking at him, he freaked out at fell out of the tree.

Greg walked over to him and pulled him to his feet, handing him his knife. "Your lucky I won't sue you for this." He said his stern gaze locked on the child. Greg could see the fear in his eyes. "Just go away, and don't come back." The small human ran away.

"Bah!" Greg walked back into his shop, The Place of Angels, and picked up his cleaning supplies, starting to work. "Kids."

[Chloe]

Accepted!