Post by tamura on Jan 5, 2010 22:21:43 GMT -6
Name: Glace
Age Group: Adolescence
Gender: Male
Clan: Tundarak
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None so far
Family: Dead or gone.
Species: Artic Fox (Alopex lagopus)
Physical Description: Glace is good sized for a fox although he’s quite scrawny. He’s short in length though, which seems to be the reason that he’s only 99 pounds, rather lean for a full-grown male fox. He has a normal Artic Fox coat, snow white in the winter and muddy brown in the summer, no unusual markings to make him stand out. Piercing ice-blue eyes and a fairly bushy tail are recognizable of him. He has sharp teeth and powerful hind legs, which come in handy, even in everyday life. Since he’s had his fair share of fights, there are several nasty scars under his fur caused by bigger and meaner foxes, mostly all rouges. (Fifty words + is required)
Personality: (One hundred words + is required) Glace is a bit of an outcast, he never seems to do well with others. A bit of a hermit, Glace loves his alone time and can’t handle a large group of predator animals, even more so for his own species or species close to his own. He isn’t a very social animal and tends to shy away from his own kind, even vixens. Glace does not like to partake in or pick fights but he is no wimp, he can defend his meals and himself. But underneath his quiet and mysterious exterior, Glace is a rather affectionate and friendly fox once you get to know him, no matter what species you are. The problem is he shuts others out, and it takes a strong-willed person to force him to get over his reluctant ness and act friendly towards them. Being very alert most of the time, it’s nearly impossible to sneak up on him. He often takes too much responsibility upon himself and would rather take action then talk, which he never does very much of unless he needs to. Glace wont take on something he know he can’t handle. He often acts independently and fails to call for help when it’s needed.
History: Glace was an only child from the time he was three weeks old. His brother being born a stillborn his sister was the runt of the litter, and ended up dying within a month of her birth. Neither of these evens were sufficiently tragic to either him or his mother.
He was alone with no parent rather young, though he had been old enough to take care of himself. After he was off on his own Glace never had much of a relation to anyone, depending solely on himself and himself only. But that’s not to mean he didn’t at least try to be friendly if someone talked to him on good terms. In fact, Glace became friends with a polar bear cub once, though, when he saved its life by feeding it. The poor thing had been starving to death and its mother had been nowhere in site, Glace had guessed she was dead. The polar bear cub seemed grateful enough; Glace even followed him around for a while. Only a while, for the cub got older and regarded Glace as a crunchy snack after that.
The fox ended up in Amanija when he was still a juvenile, having been forced out of his old territory by several different types of predator animals. He followed an old caribou trail and there he was, in Amanija.
Glace still seemed to like helping others after that, though just by his nature he was never outgoing. So he ended up living his life as a loner and still is now.
Is this your first time Role Playing? No. I’ve done many role plays but usually not serious or quite as literate. I’ve been role playing for over 2 years but have not done many +literate ones like this.
Example RP Post:
Glace cringed, trying desperately to blink thick clumps of sleet out of his eyes. The all-white fox emerged from the snow suddenly, quite a sight for one that had been just staring at the landscape.
All of a sudden the snowbank moved. It rose up and with two pairs of blue eyes as cold as itself it looked around. It would have taken one a few seconds to register that this was actually a fox, one that had been hiding a few feet underneath the frozen landscape to evade a conman winter blizzard. The Arctic Fox shook himself, clumps of ice that looked as if they were his own fur spluttered in all directions. "Ah, that's better." Glace mumbled to himself as his stretched his limbs, and yawn forced from his parted jaws. The noise of his stomach rumbling brought him to his next thought: food.
And so the fox trotted off, paws making tiny depressions in the blanket of white that lay thick and fluffy, covering this part of the earth. It was early morning, though that would have been impossible to tell as the sky was completely black above the grey clouds that circled threateningly overhead. Glace continued on for a while, disheartened by the prolonged wait. His scenes were pricked yet he seemed to be the only live creature around for miles. Suddenly a small shuffle could he heard. The fox came to a halt, pulse quickening as he swiveled furry ears towards the ground and strained to hear more.
Squeak.
Mouse! The Arctic Fox did his best not to drool at the tantalizing promise of food. He listened- now unconsciously holding his breath- took a step- blood throbbing in his ears- bunched his muscles, then, pounce! Headfirst into the snow the mammal went, tail and hindquarters sticking out of the sleet oddly. It might have looked as if some bizarre accented had occurred until Glace emerged, a smile in his eyes and a mouse in his jaws.
Today was looking good for him.
Picture:
Age Group: Adolescence
Gender: Male
Clan: Tundarak
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None so far
Family: Dead or gone.
Species: Artic Fox (Alopex lagopus)
Physical Description: Glace is good sized for a fox although he’s quite scrawny. He’s short in length though, which seems to be the reason that he’s only 99 pounds, rather lean for a full-grown male fox. He has a normal Artic Fox coat, snow white in the winter and muddy brown in the summer, no unusual markings to make him stand out. Piercing ice-blue eyes and a fairly bushy tail are recognizable of him. He has sharp teeth and powerful hind legs, which come in handy, even in everyday life. Since he’s had his fair share of fights, there are several nasty scars under his fur caused by bigger and meaner foxes, mostly all rouges. (Fifty words + is required)
Personality: (One hundred words + is required) Glace is a bit of an outcast, he never seems to do well with others. A bit of a hermit, Glace loves his alone time and can’t handle a large group of predator animals, even more so for his own species or species close to his own. He isn’t a very social animal and tends to shy away from his own kind, even vixens. Glace does not like to partake in or pick fights but he is no wimp, he can defend his meals and himself. But underneath his quiet and mysterious exterior, Glace is a rather affectionate and friendly fox once you get to know him, no matter what species you are. The problem is he shuts others out, and it takes a strong-willed person to force him to get over his reluctant ness and act friendly towards them. Being very alert most of the time, it’s nearly impossible to sneak up on him. He often takes too much responsibility upon himself and would rather take action then talk, which he never does very much of unless he needs to. Glace wont take on something he know he can’t handle. He often acts independently and fails to call for help when it’s needed.
History: Glace was an only child from the time he was three weeks old. His brother being born a stillborn his sister was the runt of the litter, and ended up dying within a month of her birth. Neither of these evens were sufficiently tragic to either him or his mother.
He was alone with no parent rather young, though he had been old enough to take care of himself. After he was off on his own Glace never had much of a relation to anyone, depending solely on himself and himself only. But that’s not to mean he didn’t at least try to be friendly if someone talked to him on good terms. In fact, Glace became friends with a polar bear cub once, though, when he saved its life by feeding it. The poor thing had been starving to death and its mother had been nowhere in site, Glace had guessed she was dead. The polar bear cub seemed grateful enough; Glace even followed him around for a while. Only a while, for the cub got older and regarded Glace as a crunchy snack after that.
The fox ended up in Amanija when he was still a juvenile, having been forced out of his old territory by several different types of predator animals. He followed an old caribou trail and there he was, in Amanija.
Glace still seemed to like helping others after that, though just by his nature he was never outgoing. So he ended up living his life as a loner and still is now.
Is this your first time Role Playing? No. I’ve done many role plays but usually not serious or quite as literate. I’ve been role playing for over 2 years but have not done many +literate ones like this.
Example RP Post:
Glace cringed, trying desperately to blink thick clumps of sleet out of his eyes. The all-white fox emerged from the snow suddenly, quite a sight for one that had been just staring at the landscape.
All of a sudden the snowbank moved. It rose up and with two pairs of blue eyes as cold as itself it looked around. It would have taken one a few seconds to register that this was actually a fox, one that had been hiding a few feet underneath the frozen landscape to evade a conman winter blizzard. The Arctic Fox shook himself, clumps of ice that looked as if they were his own fur spluttered in all directions. "Ah, that's better." Glace mumbled to himself as his stretched his limbs, and yawn forced from his parted jaws. The noise of his stomach rumbling brought him to his next thought: food.
And so the fox trotted off, paws making tiny depressions in the blanket of white that lay thick and fluffy, covering this part of the earth. It was early morning, though that would have been impossible to tell as the sky was completely black above the grey clouds that circled threateningly overhead. Glace continued on for a while, disheartened by the prolonged wait. His scenes were pricked yet he seemed to be the only live creature around for miles. Suddenly a small shuffle could he heard. The fox came to a halt, pulse quickening as he swiveled furry ears towards the ground and strained to hear more.
Squeak.
Mouse! The Arctic Fox did his best not to drool at the tantalizing promise of food. He listened- now unconsciously holding his breath- took a step- blood throbbing in his ears- bunched his muscles, then, pounce! Headfirst into the snow the mammal went, tail and hindquarters sticking out of the sleet oddly. It might have looked as if some bizarre accented had occurred until Glace emerged, a smile in his eyes and a mouse in his jaws.
Today was looking good for him.
Picture: