Post by sin on Jun 7, 2010 15:19:46 GMT -5
[/font][/right][/size]XX. CHARACTER NAME
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Sin
Coat just has to be darker but otherwise its a good picture.
Age:
2 Years Old
My Gender:
Female
Breed:
Wolf
I Am A Member Of The:
United Pack
I Uphold The Rank Of:
Delta- Warrior
XX. Information
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Appearance
Her eyes are generally a brilliant pure sapphire in color. They change though from different shades or hues of blue. As a wolf her pelt could be considered an almost unnatural shade of black flawless, solid jet black with darker shades of obsidian and onyx adding to its obscured quality. It is soft to the touch, but when it’s on end it appears rough. She is lean and solid like taught steel with toned and hardened muscles. She rivals most adult male wolves in size having both height and length and usually exceeding them in those categories, they almost always had her in breadth and how compact they were or filled in. It doesn’t matter though, her muscles were defined and they were what she needed to keep up her formidable appearance. Her form is lithe and agile, deadly and lethal- built perfectly for combat and athletics.
Personality
She can be varied, to the point where she almost has split personality or multiple personality disorder. But rather she acts accordingly to certain situations and people. She can be stubborn, but can back up most of what she says and does. But she knows when enough’s enough and such. She is not trusting, but others seem to trust her. Her darker side can be sadistic and malicious and diabolical, sinister along with fierce and merciless, as well as other things. But her good side is usually friendly and fun, helpful and easy-going. She is normally even tempered, neither good nor bad natured. All depends on the situation and the person before her. She is already advanced in many aspects, and once you gain her trust and loyalty, you would have gained something great. She’s quick-witted and devious, with both a silver tongue and a smart mouth. Sin is always a survivor. She is Lethal, unpredictable and feral sometimes, and it is best not to make an enemy of her.
One moment she can show her diplomatic/aristocratic side, the next she will shift into being more of a tyrant/dictator. She cares for her own, but it’s not exactly easy staying as one of her own. She cannot be classified into sides; good, neutral evil. Simply she is on her own side. She has many views of the world, as well as others. She is highly intuitive and is adept at reading situations and others. She’s complicated, but this is a general view of her inner workings and behavior. She is not afraid to fight and get her hands dirty and once she has you marked she will hunt that person down and make sure they are dead. (Once I get to play her more she’ll develop more and others will get a better understanding)
History: optional
Her eyes are generally a brilliant pure sapphire in color. They change though from different shades or hues of blue. As a wolf her pelt could be considered an almost unnatural shade of black flawless, solid jet black with darker shades of obsidian and onyx adding to its obscured quality. It is soft to the touch, but when it’s on end it appears rough. She is lean and solid like taught steel with toned and hardened muscles. She rivals most adult male wolves in size having both height and length and usually exceeding them in those categories, they almost always had her in breadth and how compact they were or filled in. It doesn’t matter though, her muscles were defined and they were what she needed to keep up her formidable appearance. Her form is lithe and agile, deadly and lethal- built perfectly for combat and athletics.
Personality
She can be varied, to the point where she almost has split personality or multiple personality disorder. But rather she acts accordingly to certain situations and people. She can be stubborn, but can back up most of what she says and does. But she knows when enough’s enough and such. She is not trusting, but others seem to trust her. Her darker side can be sadistic and malicious and diabolical, sinister along with fierce and merciless, as well as other things. But her good side is usually friendly and fun, helpful and easy-going. She is normally even tempered, neither good nor bad natured. All depends on the situation and the person before her. She is already advanced in many aspects, and once you gain her trust and loyalty, you would have gained something great. She’s quick-witted and devious, with both a silver tongue and a smart mouth. Sin is always a survivor. She is Lethal, unpredictable and feral sometimes, and it is best not to make an enemy of her.
One moment she can show her diplomatic/aristocratic side, the next she will shift into being more of a tyrant/dictator. She cares for her own, but it’s not exactly easy staying as one of her own. She cannot be classified into sides; good, neutral evil. Simply she is on her own side. She has many views of the world, as well as others. She is highly intuitive and is adept at reading situations and others. She’s complicated, but this is a general view of her inner workings and behavior. She is not afraid to fight and get her hands dirty and once she has you marked she will hunt that person down and make sure they are dead. (Once I get to play her more she’ll develop more and others will get a better understanding)
History: optional
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
Dimitri was walking at a leisurely pace, and even though he had no destination in mind, his steps had the authoritive purposeful step that contradicted his wandering. His steps were muffled on the grass as he continued his stroll, and in the silver light of the moon, he seemed a figure of black and white stuck in the blue land of night. The moonlight accented his jet black hair with silver, and lit his fairly tanned skin so it looked pale. The striking green of his eyes broke through the black and white haze, giving him that brilliant ounce of shocking color. He was dressed casually with his dark navy carpenter jeans and simple black t-shirt, and he was also wearing a dark leather jacket, stylish and simple. The sleeves hid his dark leather cuff bracelets on both wrists, one of which in turn hid his shifter mark. Even though he was only 19, he was 6’5 in height, and his build was long and lean, and even a bit lanky. He was nicely and fairly sculpted though, thanks to his recreational activities of choice and other hobbies. Even on a quiet night like this, Dimitri knew that danger was everywhere. In his right front pocket he had a fold-able combat knife and in his left his cell phone, and his wallet was in his back pocket. He had his Kimber Tactical Custom II .45 Caliber ACP handgun in an ankle holster that managed to fit seamlessly in his right cowboy boot. Yes, he was wearing cowboy boots tonight, and like the rest of his clothes, they were dark.
Dimitri felt the change in temperature, but it was still nothing like the Montana winters or even Autumns he was used to. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jacket and gave his head a small jerk to move the hair from his eyes. It usually fell just to his brows, but it had grown so that it was near his eyes. Its shaggy look was stylishly unkempt and it barely covered his ears. His startling emerald green eyes were hard as they took in every detail around him, and a sudden light wind blew through his hair, and further lowering the temperature. It wasn’t until he heard the sounds of someone or something attempting to climb that his head snapped up and his piercing green gaze scanned the trees a bit off to the side of him. He himself was walking in the shelter of the forest bordering the lake, not liking the open too much. He saw a girl, maybe around his age, pull herself and settle on the branch near the trunk. Absently, his feet had changed course and he was moving towards her. His lips pressed into a hard line once he realized what he was doing, he was someone who really tried to stay away from women, past experiences with them providing lessons of their cruelty and games with the heart. But his nature couldn’t help it; even before the…event…he couldn’t leave a woman in need and such alone. And from his glimpse of her, she seemed weary, with only a backpack, and quite possibly homeless seeing as she was in a tree for the night. He approached from the side, close enough to the tree line that he wasn’t shrouded in darkness but brooding all the same. His expression was cool and collected, and the hard gaze from before softened with concern.
He came to a pause a few yards from the tree where she had taken residence, barely having to tilt his head up to address her and take in her appearance. “Spending the night in a tree isn’t exactly safe,” His husky voice breaking through the night, and like his expression it was cool, but he couldn’t help but add in a faint trace of humor. “Especially around these parts.” His accent was clearly American, but with the barest Russian lilt to it. He ran a hand through his hair, but only to have another breeze whip it forward again. It was getting colder out the further the night progressed, but Dimitri wasn't fazed. Strange, spring had ended and summer was just around the corner, guess the weather wanted to breathe the last of its chill. it was brought up to his mind, but he gave it a mental shrug. He would wait for her reaction before he would continue.
Dislikes:
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RP Sample:
Dimitri was walking at a leisurely pace, and even though he had no destination in mind, his steps had the authoritive purposeful step that contradicted his wandering. His steps were muffled on the grass as he continued his stroll, and in the silver light of the moon, he seemed a figure of black and white stuck in the blue land of night. The moonlight accented his jet black hair with silver, and lit his fairly tanned skin so it looked pale. The striking green of his eyes broke through the black and white haze, giving him that brilliant ounce of shocking color. He was dressed casually with his dark navy carpenter jeans and simple black t-shirt, and he was also wearing a dark leather jacket, stylish and simple. The sleeves hid his dark leather cuff bracelets on both wrists, one of which in turn hid his shifter mark. Even though he was only 19, he was 6’5 in height, and his build was long and lean, and even a bit lanky. He was nicely and fairly sculpted though, thanks to his recreational activities of choice and other hobbies. Even on a quiet night like this, Dimitri knew that danger was everywhere. In his right front pocket he had a fold-able combat knife and in his left his cell phone, and his wallet was in his back pocket. He had his Kimber Tactical Custom II .45 Caliber ACP handgun in an ankle holster that managed to fit seamlessly in his right cowboy boot. Yes, he was wearing cowboy boots tonight, and like the rest of his clothes, they were dark.
Dimitri felt the change in temperature, but it was still nothing like the Montana winters or even Autumns he was used to. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jacket and gave his head a small jerk to move the hair from his eyes. It usually fell just to his brows, but it had grown so that it was near his eyes. Its shaggy look was stylishly unkempt and it barely covered his ears. His startling emerald green eyes were hard as they took in every detail around him, and a sudden light wind blew through his hair, and further lowering the temperature. It wasn’t until he heard the sounds of someone or something attempting to climb that his head snapped up and his piercing green gaze scanned the trees a bit off to the side of him. He himself was walking in the shelter of the forest bordering the lake, not liking the open too much. He saw a girl, maybe around his age, pull herself and settle on the branch near the trunk. Absently, his feet had changed course and he was moving towards her. His lips pressed into a hard line once he realized what he was doing, he was someone who really tried to stay away from women, past experiences with them providing lessons of their cruelty and games with the heart. But his nature couldn’t help it; even before the…event…he couldn’t leave a woman in need and such alone. And from his glimpse of her, she seemed weary, with only a backpack, and quite possibly homeless seeing as she was in a tree for the night. He approached from the side, close enough to the tree line that he wasn’t shrouded in darkness but brooding all the same. His expression was cool and collected, and the hard gaze from before softened with concern.
He came to a pause a few yards from the tree where she had taken residence, barely having to tilt his head up to address her and take in her appearance. “Spending the night in a tree isn’t exactly safe,” His husky voice breaking through the night, and like his expression it was cool, but he couldn’t help but add in a faint trace of humor. “Especially around these parts.” His accent was clearly American, but with the barest Russian lilt to it. He ran a hand through his hair, but only to have another breeze whip it forward again. It was getting colder out the further the night progressed, but Dimitri wasn't fazed. Strange, spring had ended and summer was just around the corner, guess the weather wanted to breathe the last of its chill. it was brought up to his mind, but he gave it a mental shrug. He would wait for her reaction before he would continue.
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