03-01-2008, 11:08 AM
Name: Lennox Smith, known to friends as Lenny
Appearence: Short brownish-red hair, brown eyes, slightly pale complexion.
Bio: Lennox grew up in Ireland, but his family moved to Whitechapel because of issues at home. He works with a local newsprinter, but is more often than not seen wandering around the city; he loves to draw the surrounding buildings.
Lennox Brown walked down the street, a few sheafs of paper folded up under one arm and a quill in his teeth; he was trying to find an inkpot in the bag he was carrying. "Oh dammit, lost it again." He spat the feather out, putting it back in along with the papers, and he shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Never going to get that illustration for the paper done now."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...