Post by Lucion on Apr 10, 2006 9:52:05 GMT -5
((Incomplete for now ;D))
Name: Lucion
Age:18 seasons
Appearance:
History:Your past. Try not to make it very common, as it is often the wolf's parents abandoned, or they got killed. Try to be original! must be a good paragraph or 2!
Personality:Don't make it perfect at least 7 sentences
Roleplaying Sample:
Other:Where else do you rp? How long have you rped?
Name: Lucion
Age:18 seasons
Appearance:
History:Your past. Try not to make it very common, as it is often the wolf's parents abandoned, or they got killed. Try to be original! must be a good paragraph or 2!
Personality:Don't make it perfect at least 7 sentences
Roleplaying Sample:
'Panting. You run from me.
What you thought that I was going to be nice?
Nice right after you show me now kindness?
HAHA your going to DIE!
And I'll laugh at every screaming pain that you feel.'
Wolfish body carried the stag farther from his home. The strong pillars made them selves move faster and faster then before. A blur of black and white, is what they created. The made him race with the wind. Lunge over bushes and cascade through lush grasses. All was still as when it was before a stom struck, weather it be that of a light drizzel or that of a thundering hell. No beast rather take the male, he's rather ripe your throat at the first sign of aggressiveness. He finds that if somebeast really has respect for the killers that they are, then they treat each other with a feirce protectiveness. Keep the dangerous blood thirsty hounds of hell alive and continue the savagery that needed to be bestowed upon the lands. What was to come whence To'ek came running?
He looked happy, running with the wind, though the eyes of blue and green showed no mercy and no happiness. They showed a deep painful past, yet this is what he had become, long gone are the days he was a glamor dog, smoking all the Eukanuba champions and rising to the top. Now he was a feirce street dog, trained by human hands. He killed to many a dog for the pleasure of humans, and had picked up that pleasure of killing. Digging your teeth deep in the flesh of your victum. Filling the warming crimson elixar in your maw, dripping, staining into your pelt. Then standing above your victum makeing them watch you as they slowly die into nothing. Slowly fade in to either the hell in which they belonged or in heaven where their troubled souls could be happy. This was To'ek, and he was coming to the saveragy that he could sent in the winds.
He smelt blood and he was following it in a burning speed. Paws now barely touched the ground as he flew faster and faster. Then over a last burst of speed he came to a twisting stop right at the edge of a terra. Nares flared wide as he lowered his crania to the ground senting for the mark. He found the urine spot and took in the wiff of a male, alpha. Growling sigh he backed up and sat down. This was a difficult choice to make. Either bark for the bastard, or sit till a patrol came along. He decide with the first option, then with a sharp, clear bark his clamps opened in closed in a symphony of rough barks. The message it held was clear, "My lord of the lands, I come to you not to steal this land, but as a friend. I warn thee, I am an ex-fighting dog, and my instincts to kill are fresh. That could prove useful to your gang." He sniffed after he let his message flow through-out the terra. Shacking his crania he sat on back and white haunches just a few respective feet from the borders.
What you thought that I was going to be nice?
Nice right after you show me now kindness?
HAHA your going to DIE!
And I'll laugh at every screaming pain that you feel.'
Wolfish body carried the stag farther from his home. The strong pillars made them selves move faster and faster then before. A blur of black and white, is what they created. The made him race with the wind. Lunge over bushes and cascade through lush grasses. All was still as when it was before a stom struck, weather it be that of a light drizzel or that of a thundering hell. No beast rather take the male, he's rather ripe your throat at the first sign of aggressiveness. He finds that if somebeast really has respect for the killers that they are, then they treat each other with a feirce protectiveness. Keep the dangerous blood thirsty hounds of hell alive and continue the savagery that needed to be bestowed upon the lands. What was to come whence To'ek came running?
He looked happy, running with the wind, though the eyes of blue and green showed no mercy and no happiness. They showed a deep painful past, yet this is what he had become, long gone are the days he was a glamor dog, smoking all the Eukanuba champions and rising to the top. Now he was a feirce street dog, trained by human hands. He killed to many a dog for the pleasure of humans, and had picked up that pleasure of killing. Digging your teeth deep in the flesh of your victum. Filling the warming crimson elixar in your maw, dripping, staining into your pelt. Then standing above your victum makeing them watch you as they slowly die into nothing. Slowly fade in to either the hell in which they belonged or in heaven where their troubled souls could be happy. This was To'ek, and he was coming to the saveragy that he could sent in the winds.
He smelt blood and he was following it in a burning speed. Paws now barely touched the ground as he flew faster and faster. Then over a last burst of speed he came to a twisting stop right at the edge of a terra. Nares flared wide as he lowered his crania to the ground senting for the mark. He found the urine spot and took in the wiff of a male, alpha. Growling sigh he backed up and sat down. This was a difficult choice to make. Either bark for the bastard, or sit till a patrol came along. He decide with the first option, then with a sharp, clear bark his clamps opened in closed in a symphony of rough barks. The message it held was clear, "My lord of the lands, I come to you not to steal this land, but as a friend. I warn thee, I am an ex-fighting dog, and my instincts to kill are fresh. That could prove useful to your gang." He sniffed after he let his message flow through-out the terra. Shacking his crania he sat on back and white haunches just a few respective feet from the borders.
Other:Where else do you rp? How long have you rped?
