HERE'S AN EXAMPLE OF WHAT A CHARACTER SHEET SHOULD LOOK LIKE
Name: Trent Winterbourne
Height: 176cm (69.29 in)
Weight: 11 stone (69.85 kg or 154 lb)
=Assorted physical information:
Very dark brown hair. Shaped excessively similarly to David Tennant's hair as the Tenth Doctor.
Blue eyes, though not light blue or deep blue. Highly average, as far as blue eyes go.
A bit lanky build. While he's a tad underweight, all of that is bone, sadly. He has little muscle mass. Very lean, too - so he gets cold easily. Poor fucker.
Not a really pronounced squarish jaw, but kinda roundish at the bottom.
Hands are averagely sized. He hasn't done a lot of physical work, though, so strength might be low. Dexterity is high, however, from typing far too bloody much.
Shoe size is 8.5 US, 8 UK. Prefers rather dressy shoes - Mephisto is his preferred brand, actually. Looks good, good for walking, hardy shoe.
Tends to wear long-sleeved button-down shirts, soft cotton, as well as zip-off cargo pants, and a vest. Really kinda dressy clothes that are also comfortable to move on, as hard as it is to believe.
Trent Winterbourne was born at the tender age of 0 days on 29th January 199x to two loving parents who tragically are not yet dead. "Tragically" because they happen to be the ugliest bloody human beings that Trent had ever met to this point. However, they're nice and loving people and wouldn't mind having him home for Christmas, and are very sad about him deciding to live in the dorms at Wainsborough Community Collegiate Environment.
He's the embodiment of the middle-class American boy - well-off, wears rather nice clothes, but yet saves up a bit and tries to make the best of what else he has. As long as he looks moderately decent and as long as everything else he has is moderately decent, and as long as his debit card has a boatload of cash on it that he won't use, he'll be okay. As a result, he went to a nice middle school with a graduating class of 40 students, a high school with a graduating class of 140 students, and now... goes to community college.
It's not his fault he decided to be a sort of a loner. He just didn't like any of the cliques at his school. Drama kids were too boring, language kids were too boring, everything was too boring. He went on every school trip and drew a hell of a lot and wrote a hell of a lot, but never really clicked with anyone. Maybe a few people he met in some of his classes, but those were probably year-only friendships. Anything longer than that would be people seeing this loner as an enigmatic figure, and wanting to know more for only shallow, personal gain. As a result, nobody really kept him in check and he got out of high school with a 2.76 GPA, barely passing, but really below what he should be doing.
The only interesting person he ever met during his time at his high school was a girl that he once met, while in Wainsborough on a school trip, with a lot of imagination. However, she disappeared by the two years that it took him to get to possibly see her again at the community college. "She probably moved away," he thinks.
He tends to keep his emotions on the inside as a result, only showing them to excessively interesting people. If you're nice enough to him, maybe he'll draw something for you. He's technically minded, though - he'll draw amazing guns and ammo and give wonderful diagrams of anything, but his humans look like cardboard boxes.
He doesn't play a lot of video games - mostly hack-and-slash RPGs and the like. Maybe a few shooting games. Not the type to play much, though.
He draws technical diagrams. Went over that above.
Also has tossed out a lot of writing on the Internet that hasn't gotten many good reviews, mostly for having cardboard cutout characters.
Doesn't really do much in the way of sports - goes golfing alone every once in a while? Nobody plays golf anymore anyways. He was considering starting up cricket, too.
He shoots. Not real guns, mind you, but he started developing a large amount of home-modified Nerf guns for no reason whatsoever.
Speaks in a British accent, albeit living in America. Too much television.
Doesn't talk much, sadly. When he does, though, expect long-winded explanations.
Has a bad ankle, for no reason except for I want him to hobble.
Every once in a while, he'll check his pockets for random items.
Might start randomly writing on his notepad if he has an idea.
Or randomly draws on anything using dry-erase markers.
Solitary. Really, he's kinda lonely, and would like to get to know people better, but he just... doesn't handle people well. Otherwise, he's slightly intelligent and a jack of all trades, master of none.
Let's see - getting stuck in a room with lots of terrible people. Getting stuck in a room with a single person he doesn't know. The unknown of people in general.
2 whiteboard/dryerase markers
PDA phone - Palm Centro, to be exact
A digital wristwatch
A normal wristwatch - one on each wrist, for "weight purposes"
Highly modified Nerf Nite Finder with a range of 65 feet - not bad for a pistol nerf
<+AirHippo> Funnily enough, folks who abide by the law and try to make something of their lives don't appreciate the rich kids of rich parents getting away with murder and skimming through life.