Sorbet

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• Name: Sorbet
  Nicknames: Sor, Sorb, Sorby
  
  Age: 21
  Birthday: July 15
  
  Orientation: Bisexual, no preference either way
  Status: Single
  Job Status: Unemployed
  Family: Previously married, with one daughter. Both lost with time. Brother to Silh, though
  he is currently unaccounted for..
  
  Alignment: Chaotic neutral
  
  Height: 5'6"
  Weight: 120lbs
  Body Type: Lean, bordering on unhealthy.
  
  Species: Human
  Sub-species: Brown bear
  
  Piercings: Single silver stud through the middle of his bottom lip
  Tattoos/Scars/Other Marks: Three black stars of varying size tattooed on his upper arm and shoulder, various scars along his torso and tummy.
  Items On Hand: None
  
  Roleplay Preference: Public RP, but whispers preferred (easier to keep track of storylines this way). Semi (5-7) to para (7-10) roleplay. Will match others' RP style. EST, online mostly during the afternoon 'til late evening.
  
  Likes: Drinking, smoking, sex, drunken sex, women, men, ear scritches
  Dislikes: Being told he's "cute", being stationary, being cooped up or held
  
  Mannerisms: Varies; usually cocky when entering into situations but falls back on old, nervous habits when things don't go his way or people don't act the way he was anticipating. Submissive towards women, can go either way with men.
  Abilities: None
  Afflictions/Disorders: Alcohol dependency. Has a tendency to relapse, prone to black-outs.
  
  Physical Appearance: Sorbet was not exactly strikingly attractive, but "cute" and "adorable" enough to turn more than a few heads and even breakva couple hearts. Although he hated the cute/adorable title, it was relatively easy to see how he'd gained it, the most obvious sign being the pair of small, brown bear ears sitting on top of his head. He was not a teddy bear by any means, but it didn't stop most from calling him that. Bright orange hair was usually kept messy and somewhat long, falling just below his chin, with a mess of bangs hanging over his face and light blue eyes.
  His skin was rather fair and for the most part, untarnished with nary a scar nor spot in sight. Really the only thing that could be considered an "interruption" to it's silk-smooth creaminess would be the 3 black stars tattooed on the upper part of his right arm.
  His build was not much to be envied though he wasn't exactly a scrawny weakling. He was fit and toned, but somewhat on the thin side for his height. Maybe he didn't eat enough, or maybe it was the chain smoking in his earlier days that caused him to be this way. On his back were a pair of small white wings, much too small to be used for flight; they were practically useless. A small tail matching the ears on his head sprouted from his backside right above his bottom.
  His usual attire consisted of .. well, not much really. He was usually seen wearing a brown leather flak jacket, with various badges and pins littering its surface. Beneath, a simple white tank. On his head, a brown leather pilot's cap, goggles included; holes were cut into it to allow his ears to pop through. A simple pair of beat-up blue jeans covered his legs, the bottoms tucked into a pair of black combat boots with the laces missing.
  
  Personality: On the surface, he appears quite laid back, calm, as if he has no qualms or cares in the world. Inside, though, he is a nervous jittery mess. On a good day, he can be a bit of a charmer, although awkward; this being said, it sometimes works in his favor by getting him what he wants -- another round of drinks and a lay. Often though, he uses drinking and sex as ways to fill the void left by the loss of his family. He might put on a happy face, but he is truly very lonely and hoping for a savior, someone to build him back up.