I love it when a bio comes naturally. Usually means I won't have to force playing him!Name:
Photographer’s Assistant Orientation:
An amateur photographer, at best, Anthony likes taking gritty black and white photos of various city areas, portrait-type pictures as well.Fetish/Offs:
Very base feelings for the more pronounced parts of the female body. Large breasts, wide hips, and a traffic stopping curve of the ass is the closest thing he’s come to, in terms of “fetish”. That will change as he is drawn more into the world around him.Appearance:
An even six-footer, with the complexion of a polished mahogany. He’d be considered attractive in most circles, and has actually had some modeling experience in a slightly upscale clothing line who “discovered” him while he was out for a jog. The ensuing job paid for a bulk of his living expenses while in college. Personality:
Quick witted, on the verge of being a smart-ass. Streetwise, and girl-dumb. Learned the fine art of diplomacy living with multiple roommates in school, and applies those same skills to his everyday life.Biography:
Anthony came from a large family. The kind of large family you’d try to escape by going to school out of state. Way out of state. Each child worked hard, knowing that their chance to make it later in life could not be left in the hands of their parents. As much love did exist in their house, so did a fair share of poverty. When he’d finally received that acceptance package from NYU, he’d thought all his troubles were over. He learned, upon his first semester, that they’d only just begun.
A limited amount of scholarships didn’t leave him with much, but he’d managed to make it through on odd jobs and a few bucks from home when his family could send it, but got his first big break a year and a half later, when he modeled for a local clothing brand on the rise. It was a short run for him, until they moved on to some other big name models when their line finally caught the attention of A-list celebrities, but the money he made before then helped pave the rest of his way through school without his parents help.
It turned out that he even had enough to send a modestly fat check back to them. He could still remember his momma’s call when they’d received it. He had to convince her that he didn’t do anything wrong to get it before they finally cashed it. He couldn’t blame her…he was a little suspicious at first, himself.
You could say that he literally fell into sending WR his application, as he was running late for a job interview, and tried to run through a large crowd to get to make up for lost time. One bump with an exiting patron bounced him right into the studio, and his attaché case at the feet of the receptionist. He tried to inform her of the mistake, but she didn’t appear to be listening to him. Then again, she was doing three things as once, with a fourth being a quick perusal of his resume.
It must have been his studio art minor that made her keep a copy after the case was given back to him, he never bothered asking. He missed the interview for the job he rushed for, but got one in WR as an assistant a few weeks afterward. Sometimes life had a way of leading you where it felt you should go…