Saxon Winsor (Robin Hood)

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...Saxon Connor Winsor*
*"I don't steal, I borrow"*

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...basics*

name Saxon Winsor
Nick name none atm
age Twenty-Four
gender Male
grade Grad.
hometown Hallow, England
sexuality Straight
personification Robin Hood
status Dormant
face claim Russel Crowe

...appearance*

hair color Dark Brown
eye color Crystal Blue
build Chalk full of muscle, Athletic to medium weight body builder.
height 6''3
clothing style Clean, and crisp lines, buttons ups. Khaki pants, and dress shoes at most time. Rarely found out of dress clothes.
distinctive traits Odd scars he doesn't remember getting, looking of that of a warrior across his body.

...personal*

personality Saxon is a straight-forward type of person. Demanding attention and recognition when he enters a room. He is comfortable in his own skin, sure of himself as he speaks. He has a strong will to help or aid others in need (much like Robin Hood), no matter the cost to himself.
He is a strong lead figure, his presence washing over most things around him. He's not one to cross and take it lightly. He'll surely prove his point no matter the on lookers, and slink his way out of trouble with his dashing smile and charm.
He is a loyal man, strong and true to his word. He lies only to protect, and protects no matter the person. He finds himself in the midst of quarrels not his own, most often, the type to stick his nose "where it doesn't belong".
past Saxon grow up in a normal house hold, mother father and siblings. Though his father passed just the last year. Being the eldest of the children he's left home, and pushed his way threw college, having plenty of scrapes along the way.
Saxon had experience horrible consequences from alcohol and has sworn it off. For reasons he keeps to himself for the most part. A dark secret locked away, in hopes of no one finding out.
And after college he returned home for a short while to visit the family, and for them to see him off as he leaves for America, in hopes of finding a new start.
present Saxon has found himself on the docks of New York city, ready to expand his future in the new country. Though jobless at the moment he plans to find work as soon as possible, in order to keep himself above water.
With little money saved he must work fast to make friends, and find a job to cover himself, which leads him into the journey he is about to under take.
His path leads him to a local hot spot where he introduces himself to the people around him, hoping he can still win over the masses as he did back in his old country. Only time will tell.
family
Mother: Anna Winsor
Father: Edward Winsor (pasted)
Three Sisters: Janet, Ashley, Holly
One Brother: Jacob Winsor
likes
Animals
Eating Animals
Horse back riding
Archery
Meeting people
Working
dislikes
Greed
People that are into themselves
Over zealous religious people
Loud noises
Summer
other notes none atm

...literature*

book title Robin Hood
backstoryThe leader of a rebellion against the king. Taking from the rich and giving to the poor. He also plays the role of a charming man, very into the ladies.

...roleplayer*

Danny (Dee)
age 19
gender Female
rp experience Mostly experience in book writing.
how you found ouac Olley
rp sample
Saxon step carefully from the boat, and onto the ramp leading to the docks. He had finally made it, a long painful journey by boat, but he had made it! He took a deep breath, smelling the polluted air and could help but smile, knowing already New York would be everything he thought it would be.
He padded down the boardwalk letting himself rest for a moment to grab a street side hot dog, before continuing to the main straight to find a taxi. He shivered slightly at the cool Fall air, rubbing his hands together to keep warm as he watch for said taxi.
He reached his arm out, like he'd seen so many time in movies, and hollered for the taxi. It screeched to a stop and he let himself in, ducking low as he could as not to hit the roof of the car as he sat. e smiled to to the driver, the charm rolling of him in waves, "To the nearest club my friend