Name|
"Eh, Harri"
(Harrison Desmond)

Age|
*scuff* "why do you ask?"
( nineteen )

Gender|
"Are you blind?"
( Male )

Species|
"I'm a horse, what do you think" *scuff*
( human )

Looks|

Personality|
"Yall tell me" *tsh*
( Harrison is the type of person to snap easily, he's quite a moody person, a hopeless romantic his mother says at times. Harrison would prefer to be in the back yard riding a horse then socialising that's for sure.

Senareo|
After a year and a half you had collected enough money to go on a trip. A rather large one through the city, one with sights, history and much more. A place called Vegas (can you tell the English bloke is googling America?😂). As your plane moved though and landed you found something rather suspicious. It seemed as though their weren't as many skyscrapers as expected. Actually their weren't any at all. The plane was small practically vacated and as you got off of the plane it was practilly swealting outside. Lightly you frowned, for their was a reason your plane was not exactly expensive. Welcome to the providence of New Mexico. Lightly their was a pause, their was no travel or taxi's here, that was besides a boy standing besides his Rolls Royce, his dusty hat being brushed out of his eyes as he looked to you then back.

He was waiting for his mother who was saposibly coming back from a work outing, easily her plane was late. A few hours, days. He wouldn't exactly tell you. Walking upwards to his car you ask for a ride, where too though you can choose. What do you do as he excepts?