Post by ~*Dream*~ on May 12, 2008 11:29:45 GMT -5
General details
Wolf Form
Name: Emmarisa
Gender: Female
Age: 15 Years, 13 Moons
Pack: Gang 3
Family/Relations
Father: Dead
Mother: Dead
Siblings: None
Mate/Crush: None Yet
Description
Appearance
Fur colour/Coat: Her fur color is interesting, to say the least. It's a blue tinted grey with darker patches here and there. The tip of her tail and the rims of her ears are almost navy, but not quite.
Eyes: A dark golden color, mixed with some light brown.
Nose: Mostly a light grey, but a black stripe runs down her muzzle.
Other/Accessories: None
Image of your character:
Personality ect.
Theme song: Iris-Goo Goo Dolls
Personality: He is kind, he's loyal to his pack, he makes a lot of jokes, he's full of energy.
Fears: Nothing but the usual. Like fire, everyone's afraid to get burned by it, aren't they?
Likes: Dancing flames. Though she hates being burned, she likes watching the flames dance.
Weaknesses: A scar can be found on her stomach. The skin here is much more sensitive.
Powers: She loves jumping and her dark color coat is good for staying hidden.
Secrets: If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?
Livelong wish: To find Paradise and finally be happy
5 (or more) words to describe your character: Sassy, Fun, Attitud-ish, Cheeful, can be Defensive.
History: Her past is interesting to say the least. For the first few moons of her life, she was thought to be a small dog pup, and was taken in by two humans. But, as she began to grow, this fact was torn apart as she began howling in a shrill voice to the moon. Other animals began to shy away from her, and, eventually, she no longer reconized the humans as her owners. She began to recognize other wolves when they would walk past her, in their human forms. She would constantly attract their looks while they walked past while she was hooked up helplessly to a leash. Her best friend had been a dog then, when she didn't know any better. It was a golden retriever pup that lived next door. One day, she was let loose by her master to play in the fields with Spot, her friend. There she met her first wolf, in their wolf form. Though Spot did not wander closer, Emy wasn't afraid. The wolf was injured severaly, and didn't look like he wasn't going to make it. It was this wolf that made everything she ever knew go out the window. He taught her about the violent nature of humans, he taught her about Paradise...she's been searching ever since.
Role-play Example:
Though this isn't a horse RPG (DUH!), this is one of my good posts off of another site. If this isn't okay, then let me know!
Human form
Description: (stocky, short ect.): Tall, Slim, Fast.
Hair colour: Navy tinted black. Does that make sense?
Description of your characters cloths (in human form): Picture
Eye colour: Blue
Wolf Form
Name: Emmarisa
Gender: Female
Age: 15 Years, 13 Moons
Pack: Gang 3
Family/Relations
Father: Dead
Mother: Dead
Siblings: None
Mate/Crush: None Yet
Description
Appearance
Fur colour/Coat: Her fur color is interesting, to say the least. It's a blue tinted grey with darker patches here and there. The tip of her tail and the rims of her ears are almost navy, but not quite.
Eyes: A dark golden color, mixed with some light brown.
Nose: Mostly a light grey, but a black stripe runs down her muzzle.
Other/Accessories: None
Image of your character:
Personality ect.
Theme song: Iris-Goo Goo Dolls
Personality: He is kind, he's loyal to his pack, he makes a lot of jokes, he's full of energy.
Fears: Nothing but the usual. Like fire, everyone's afraid to get burned by it, aren't they?
Likes: Dancing flames. Though she hates being burned, she likes watching the flames dance.
Weaknesses: A scar can be found on her stomach. The skin here is much more sensitive.
Powers: She loves jumping and her dark color coat is good for staying hidden.
Secrets: If I told you it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?
Livelong wish: To find Paradise and finally be happy
5 (or more) words to describe your character: Sassy, Fun, Attitud-ish, Cheeful, can be Defensive.
History: Her past is interesting to say the least. For the first few moons of her life, she was thought to be a small dog pup, and was taken in by two humans. But, as she began to grow, this fact was torn apart as she began howling in a shrill voice to the moon. Other animals began to shy away from her, and, eventually, she no longer reconized the humans as her owners. She began to recognize other wolves when they would walk past her, in their human forms. She would constantly attract their looks while they walked past while she was hooked up helplessly to a leash. Her best friend had been a dog then, when she didn't know any better. It was a golden retriever pup that lived next door. One day, she was let loose by her master to play in the fields with Spot, her friend. There she met her first wolf, in their wolf form. Though Spot did not wander closer, Emy wasn't afraid. The wolf was injured severaly, and didn't look like he wasn't going to make it. It was this wolf that made everything she ever knew go out the window. He taught her about the violent nature of humans, he taught her about Paradise...she's been searching ever since.
Role-play Example:
Though this isn't a horse RPG (DUH!), this is one of my good posts off of another site. If this isn't okay, then let me know!
BLACK LIGHTNING
I Don't Want The World To See Me
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I guess every girl has her day of misfortune. Left alone to rot in her ownunhappiness. No one giving her a second glance and to even make an attempt to surface her drowning heart is out of the question. Sorrow is the only thing on her mind as she walks to a cliff and prepares to jump. As she soars through the air a single tear falls down her face. Shining like a diamond beneath the display light at Tiffanys. She hits the bottom and pain floods through her body as she lays there, dieing slowly. She has no regrets for but the loving child that had been killed right infront of her crying eyes. Thinking that she could have done something to prevent the disaster when even she knows that fate has chosen her course.
A young mare stood hidden beneath the shadow of the tall elk that loomed over her. Its leaves turning upwards in a signal of the rain that was meant to come. The wind was fierce and the moisture in the air evidence. Birds lay nestled in their nests, their chirping no longer carrying through the air. Pestering bugs no longer a problem. Their blood sucking ways overwhelmed by the fear of rain; the element that would surely bring them death. Ebony chasms scanned the terra, watching as mares simply lifted their tails. Their fishing line casted and their catch swimming right in. Disgraceful and unhonorable. They brought shame to the sex. A loud crack of thunder rang throughout the lands, and all at once, everyone was gone. Their hooves kicking up dirt as they loped briskly off to find shelter. The lands were empty, no one dared to face the chilling rain fall upon them. And yet, there she stood. Her dished face held high and her dignity unwavering.
Though she is dieing, she summons the strength to pull herself from the grainy dirt to sit lay on the bank of a river. The water rushing past her, draining away the blood she coughs up. The murky water she stares in to act like a mirror, returning her reflection. Her hair is matted and out of place. Her skin is covered in dirt and layered in cuts and bruises. Her eyes are lifeless and dried of all their tears. A deep gash lines across her side. Her knee is split and both injuries are cased in dry blood. The pain is but a throbbing to her now, nothing compared to what she is feeling. The fall did not kill her, but she is slowly withering away into a pile of ash. The once blazing fire has died down to become useless and unwanted. If it was ever wanted in the first place.
The rain is pouring now. Thunder shakes the ground as lightning illuminates the sky. The rain pelts her coat as she emerges from the shelter of the tree to graze on the sweet grass. The water that falls on the blades keeps her hydrated, the need of water decreasing. The rain that falls causes her some pain, but she simply flicks her tail and enjoys being left alone to do as she pleases. Every now and then, she lifts her head to shake her body, water spraying out in many directions, only to leave her wet once again as more rain falls. The sky is covered beneath the clouds. No sun shines, the blackness of the cloud making it seem like dusk. Her dagger like hooves make small imprints in the softened ground as she walks forward, making her own path. No sound emerges from within her as a snapping twig is heard. Her eyes wander upwards before her head is raised slowly. Her slender neck curves around herself to face the intruder. The rain has softened, but continues to fall. Had someone noticed this troubled soul?
Her body is fighting for survival but her mind is begging for death. She lays there limp and fading, her eyes slowly begining to close. At this moment, everything is seen in a new and grateful light. The colors of the world seem brighter and the sounds around her enhanced. Her eyes are dilating, but are bigger then they should be. She is in her own world. She sees a light shining at her, calling her name and begging for her to wander closer. Calling to her. A small sound is faintly heard behind her, and the light is getting closer and closer. Words are spoken, but they are not heard and taken into account. Soft arms wrap around her dieing body and lift her from the ground. His fingers brush against her forehead as he brushes away the hair that covered her dull eyes. Tears run down his face as he relizes his mistake. He holds her close to his chest and, holding her hand, begs for her to hold on. But his mistakes triumph over his one good act, and it's too late. Her hands goes limp in his hands and all life is drained away. Her eyes slide shut and her face turns pale. The familiar beating of her heart has faded, She has chosen to leave this world, and to leave him and his lies in the process. She had been noticed at the wrong moment at the wrong time.
Word Count: 891
Status: COMPLETE
Character: Black Lightning
Player Comments: None
Copyright: Copyrighted To Emmarisa Leigh Smith
A young mare stood hidden beneath the shadow of the tall elk that loomed over her. Its leaves turning upwards in a signal of the rain that was meant to come. The wind was fierce and the moisture in the air evidence. Birds lay nestled in their nests, their chirping no longer carrying through the air. Pestering bugs no longer a problem. Their blood sucking ways overwhelmed by the fear of rain; the element that would surely bring them death. Ebony chasms scanned the terra, watching as mares simply lifted their tails. Their fishing line casted and their catch swimming right in. Disgraceful and unhonorable. They brought shame to the sex. A loud crack of thunder rang throughout the lands, and all at once, everyone was gone. Their hooves kicking up dirt as they loped briskly off to find shelter. The lands were empty, no one dared to face the chilling rain fall upon them. And yet, there she stood. Her dished face held high and her dignity unwavering.
Though she is dieing, she summons the strength to pull herself from the grainy dirt to sit lay on the bank of a river. The water rushing past her, draining away the blood she coughs up. The murky water she stares in to act like a mirror, returning her reflection. Her hair is matted and out of place. Her skin is covered in dirt and layered in cuts and bruises. Her eyes are lifeless and dried of all their tears. A deep gash lines across her side. Her knee is split and both injuries are cased in dry blood. The pain is but a throbbing to her now, nothing compared to what she is feeling. The fall did not kill her, but she is slowly withering away into a pile of ash. The once blazing fire has died down to become useless and unwanted. If it was ever wanted in the first place.
The rain is pouring now. Thunder shakes the ground as lightning illuminates the sky. The rain pelts her coat as she emerges from the shelter of the tree to graze on the sweet grass. The water that falls on the blades keeps her hydrated, the need of water decreasing. The rain that falls causes her some pain, but she simply flicks her tail and enjoys being left alone to do as she pleases. Every now and then, she lifts her head to shake her body, water spraying out in many directions, only to leave her wet once again as more rain falls. The sky is covered beneath the clouds. No sun shines, the blackness of the cloud making it seem like dusk. Her dagger like hooves make small imprints in the softened ground as she walks forward, making her own path. No sound emerges from within her as a snapping twig is heard. Her eyes wander upwards before her head is raised slowly. Her slender neck curves around herself to face the intruder. The rain has softened, but continues to fall. Had someone noticed this troubled soul?
Her body is fighting for survival but her mind is begging for death. She lays there limp and fading, her eyes slowly begining to close. At this moment, everything is seen in a new and grateful light. The colors of the world seem brighter and the sounds around her enhanced. Her eyes are dilating, but are bigger then they should be. She is in her own world. She sees a light shining at her, calling her name and begging for her to wander closer. Calling to her. A small sound is faintly heard behind her, and the light is getting closer and closer. Words are spoken, but they are not heard and taken into account. Soft arms wrap around her dieing body and lift her from the ground. His fingers brush against her forehead as he brushes away the hair that covered her dull eyes. Tears run down his face as he relizes his mistake. He holds her close to his chest and, holding her hand, begs for her to hold on. But his mistakes triumph over his one good act, and it's too late. Her hands goes limp in his hands and all life is drained away. Her eyes slide shut and her face turns pale. The familiar beating of her heart has faded, She has chosen to leave this world, and to leave him and his lies in the process. She had been noticed at the wrong moment at the wrong time.
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'Cause I Don't Think That They'd Understand
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'Cause I Don't Think That They'd Understand
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Word Count: 891
Status: COMPLETE
Character: Black Lightning
Player Comments: None
Copyright: Copyrighted To Emmarisa Leigh Smith
Human form
Description: (stocky, short ect.): Tall, Slim, Fast.
Hair colour: Navy tinted black. Does that make sense?
Description of your characters cloths (in human form): Picture
Eye colour: Blue
