Post by rhapsody on Mar 29, 2009 14:04:56 GMT -6
Name: Denali
Nickname: Dane
Age Group: Juvenile
Gender: Female
Clan: Undecided
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: None as of right now
Species: Mongoose
Likes:
Dislikes:
Physical Description: Dane is said to be industrial, epic even. She begins with a Lilliputian for such; nose that progresses up her jaw line to blazing gold optics, that are supposed to be the windows to the soul. The tangibility of her eyes barely exemplify a true mongoose. Her profile is chiseled into marble, the teeth below the surface, the dense wiry coat that clings to her skin. Dainty pads each perfect black talons emit from each, ending is the very tip of her flocculent banner.
Personality: Though Denali is somewhat tempestuous she is not bitter. She is tangibly contemplative and pretends to be a dreamer. Some say mongooses can’t be passionate or even have the ability to love. Men, anything really. It doesn’t even have to be a mongoose; is the key to her closed lock, to the rusted chain of her ability to adore and amour. A soft spot for the weak, but devious to the deviant.
History: Denali prefers to leave the frightening history behind her. The unnerving fact of that asylum, the pale chalky faces painted too heavy. She was constitutive as a baby, nourished and raised for pleasure. Nothing more than a disgusting pet, until that one bright day in the middle of the night. The abyss swallowed her whole chalking her. Dane panted indifferently. But stars perhaps queer enough still danced upon the tapestry. Dane knew this was it, the clearing, the weeds tangling into her coat. Amanija! Désolé im lazy.
Role Play Example:
The blistering sunshine pored over the beach, burning every soul it laid its angry rays upon. It burned the sharp and raw edges of a young hole in the heart that silently beat its solo audition. The edges were cold but not as that great psychedelic sunshine seared them; it was warm almost a comforting feeling to the drunk wasted being that walked in the afternoon. A small bit of love crept its way into the prison, with a mix of the bitter vodka that ran through her veins. Dane truly had too much blood in her alcohol system.
Denali felt as though she too fell in the great presapus, did even she forget what it was like to be drunk? And why would just four Bloody Marys affect her so badly? The sweat poured down her face and seemed to form a cold chalky mask on her tired profile. Even her needle point red spikes drooped with her stance.
Somewhere in the distance a dog cried its horrid depressed cries. It advanced into its sinister high pitched pleads. Perhaps it too was drunk and needed a hand under this great psychedelic sunshine? No not a chance. She fell agenst the cool malleable sand. It caressed her and held her from her sins. What sins, Dane refused to understand? Sighing she let the salty waved hit her feet progressing to her shins and then her thighs.
Maybe somebody would come and find her asleep, find her falling so even in the sweet daytime stars dominated the dark sky’s. Dane was bitter because the apple of her soul was sucked dry by selfish mouths and the rotting core left to melt under the psychedelic sunshine.
Other: I know the example is of a Human but im sure i can do a Mongoose
And how long do RP posts have to be?
Picture:
Not my image, all credit goes to its owner on Devant art
Nickname: Dane
Age Group: Juvenile
Gender: Female
Clan: Undecided
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: None as of right now
Species: Mongoose
Likes:
- Snakes
- Love
- Humor
Dislikes:
- Hypocrites
- Cold weather
- Hate
Physical Description: Dane is said to be industrial, epic even. She begins with a Lilliputian for such; nose that progresses up her jaw line to blazing gold optics, that are supposed to be the windows to the soul. The tangibility of her eyes barely exemplify a true mongoose. Her profile is chiseled into marble, the teeth below the surface, the dense wiry coat that clings to her skin. Dainty pads each perfect black talons emit from each, ending is the very tip of her flocculent banner.
Personality: Though Denali is somewhat tempestuous she is not bitter. She is tangibly contemplative and pretends to be a dreamer. Some say mongooses can’t be passionate or even have the ability to love. Men, anything really. It doesn’t even have to be a mongoose; is the key to her closed lock, to the rusted chain of her ability to adore and amour. A soft spot for the weak, but devious to the deviant.
History: Denali prefers to leave the frightening history behind her. The unnerving fact of that asylum, the pale chalky faces painted too heavy. She was constitutive as a baby, nourished and raised for pleasure. Nothing more than a disgusting pet, until that one bright day in the middle of the night. The abyss swallowed her whole chalking her. Dane panted indifferently. But stars perhaps queer enough still danced upon the tapestry. Dane knew this was it, the clearing, the weeds tangling into her coat. Amanija! Désolé im lazy.
Role Play Example:
The blistering sunshine pored over the beach, burning every soul it laid its angry rays upon. It burned the sharp and raw edges of a young hole in the heart that silently beat its solo audition. The edges were cold but not as that great psychedelic sunshine seared them; it was warm almost a comforting feeling to the drunk wasted being that walked in the afternoon. A small bit of love crept its way into the prison, with a mix of the bitter vodka that ran through her veins. Dane truly had too much blood in her alcohol system.
Denali felt as though she too fell in the great presapus, did even she forget what it was like to be drunk? And why would just four Bloody Marys affect her so badly? The sweat poured down her face and seemed to form a cold chalky mask on her tired profile. Even her needle point red spikes drooped with her stance.
Somewhere in the distance a dog cried its horrid depressed cries. It advanced into its sinister high pitched pleads. Perhaps it too was drunk and needed a hand under this great psychedelic sunshine? No not a chance. She fell agenst the cool malleable sand. It caressed her and held her from her sins. What sins, Dane refused to understand? Sighing she let the salty waved hit her feet progressing to her shins and then her thighs.
Maybe somebody would come and find her asleep, find her falling so even in the sweet daytime stars dominated the dark sky’s. Dane was bitter because the apple of her soul was sucked dry by selfish mouths and the rotting core left to melt under the psychedelic sunshine.
Other: I know the example is of a Human but im sure i can do a Mongoose
And how long do RP posts have to be?Picture:
Not my image, all credit goes to its owner on Devant art
