Post by Snowy on Jan 20, 2010 20:13:59 GMT -5
Name: Snow.
Nickname: Snowy, or in rare occasions, Snowflake
Age: 2 years
Rank or Location (Blood Alley, The Resistance, House-dog, Death Crowd or stray): The Blood Alley. Possibly a general.
Sex: Female
Breed: Huskie! -aren't I original?-
Theme Song (optional): All These Thins I Hate Revolve Around Me -Bullet For My Valentine
Description:
Fur – Long and white, with gray splotches placed on back, legs, and face
Eyes – The left a deep blue, the right a lighter slate color
Distinctive Markings – A scar beside her right eye
Personality: She is rather interesting. To strangers, she tries to come off as vicious and strong, giving off the impression that she is blood-thirsty. Around close ones, she is caring. Around enemies, she will fight to death, or to whatever it takes. She is generally curious and well-spoken, though she keeps things to herself unless if needed.
Strengths: She is a fast runner, one of the fastest.
Weaknesses: She can be rather caring, so if she sees someone injured, she tends to get second doubts. She isn't too blood-thirsty either, so has trouble fighting at times.
History: Born in a box, she was one of three. Born in a time of hunger and snow, she had to fight to survive. Her mother Fallen, and father Russet, had waited to name their pups. And after a rather nasty snowstorm, it was found that her siblings had frozen to death. She, the only one remained. She was soon named Snow, and raised by both parents. After hitting the age to leave, she wandered away. Meeting Akira, she soon decided this was her place.
Roleplay sample: The night air was crisp, and the stars were obscured by a cloud. Easier for her. The night shielded her from sight. Along with the snow drifts that still lay on the ground, she was easily hidden. Creeping forwards, she slowly crept through to there territory. She laid her ears against her head, gray and blue eyes surveying the ground. She slowly walked over the border, and onto their side. You're done being Snow, General of The Blood Alleys. You are now Snow, mute wanderer. You're lost, and silent. It would be difficult: she'd have to sneak away every couple days, to report. She'd have to make sure not to let anything slip. She'd have to communicate another way. Why did she have to play mute again? Your voice won't be recognizable. Many of them have heard you by voice, when you charged by their hiding spot. One of them recognizing you, and you're gone. She nodded to herself, and carried on. She could do this. She had to do this.
Nickname: Snowy, or in rare occasions, Snowflake
Age: 2 years
Rank or Location (Blood Alley, The Resistance, House-dog, Death Crowd or stray): The Blood Alley. Possibly a general.
Sex: Female
Breed: Huskie! -aren't I original?-
Theme Song (optional): All These Thins I Hate Revolve Around Me -Bullet For My Valentine
Description:
Fur – Long and white, with gray splotches placed on back, legs, and face
Eyes – The left a deep blue, the right a lighter slate color
Distinctive Markings – A scar beside her right eye
Personality: She is rather interesting. To strangers, she tries to come off as vicious and strong, giving off the impression that she is blood-thirsty. Around close ones, she is caring. Around enemies, she will fight to death, or to whatever it takes. She is generally curious and well-spoken, though she keeps things to herself unless if needed.
Strengths: She is a fast runner, one of the fastest.
Weaknesses: She can be rather caring, so if she sees someone injured, she tends to get second doubts. She isn't too blood-thirsty either, so has trouble fighting at times.
History: Born in a box, she was one of three. Born in a time of hunger and snow, she had to fight to survive. Her mother Fallen, and father Russet, had waited to name their pups. And after a rather nasty snowstorm, it was found that her siblings had frozen to death. She, the only one remained. She was soon named Snow, and raised by both parents. After hitting the age to leave, she wandered away. Meeting Akira, she soon decided this was her place.
Roleplay sample: The night air was crisp, and the stars were obscured by a cloud. Easier for her. The night shielded her from sight. Along with the snow drifts that still lay on the ground, she was easily hidden. Creeping forwards, she slowly crept through to there territory. She laid her ears against her head, gray and blue eyes surveying the ground. She slowly walked over the border, and onto their side. You're done being Snow, General of The Blood Alleys. You are now Snow, mute wanderer. You're lost, and silent. It would be difficult: she'd have to sneak away every couple days, to report. She'd have to make sure not to let anything slip. She'd have to communicate another way. Why did she have to play mute again? Your voice won't be recognizable. Many of them have heard you by voice, when you charged by their hiding spot. One of them recognizing you, and you're gone. She nodded to herself, and carried on. She could do this. She had to do this.
