Post by rochelle on Jul 26, 2010 23:43:23 GMT
(THE SMALLER FEATURES);
Character name: rochelle
Age: four years old
Gender: female
Animal: canine
Breed/s: hybrid ( husky / wolf )
Pack: n / a - loner at the moment, i want to audition for the lexis tribe leader.
(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);
Personality:
rochelle is her own person. an individual with her own hopes, dreams, actions, and ways. instead of using her looks to get what she wants, she uses her intelligence. coming up with ideas in a snap and outwitting the wolves who seem to be a little on the slow side. moving on, rochelle has a righteous and selfless nature about her. never selfish and is always helping her close friends or family. she'd rather have die, then see her family or friends hurt. alert and devoted can also describe her. once rochelle sets her mind to something, she won't stop until she accomplishes her deed. gain her trust and she's forever yours, betray her and let's say you might loose a limb. she's not the one to hold grudges but it takes a while to gain her trust back. rochelle has never been known to be a pushover, she's too assertive for that. now, moving onto her negative traits. if you some how become an enemy to rochelle, sarcasm will constantly be thrown at you. in the eyes of our rochelle, honesty is the best policy. she can be considered brutally honest in some situations, but she finds nothing wrong with hearing the truth. everyone has their bad days right? well, on these days rochelle can become short tempered and may sometimes go off on someone, but if your a close friend or family member, she wouldn't dare mouth off at you.
Three strengths: speed & balance & strength
Three weaknesses: endurance & agility & flexibility
(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);
Height: three feet
Weight: 89lbs
Appearance:
rochelle size can be considered as medium, she not petite nor is she weak. her height is exactly three feet which is pretty average for a hybrid. her weight is about 89 pounds, she's thick and curvaceous. her legs are toned and long, covered in a silvery hue. running along her back is a patch of silver that leads up towards her fluffy white ears. her eyes are two almond shaped slits, that carry two blue colored eyes, that are beautiful and piercing. along her front paw she has a large old scar that she obtained from getting caught in a bear trap that almost destroyed her entire leg but she was somehow spared. now she bears a dotted scar around her silvery leg, it has turned pink from age and is mostly covered by her long thick fur coat. her snout is rightly proportioned that is white but you can see the silvery hues mixed into it that leads down towards her coal black nose.
(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);
History: december 12th was the birth of rochelle, and her sibling nicodemus. the winter was harsh and brutal, this had caused her other two siblings to die. topaz, was her mother; a beautiful, sleek purebred husky. while her father ruuqo was a large handsome timber wolf. it seemed to be love at first sight for the two, and they had mated after a year of being together. after rochelle's and nicodemus's birth, her mother had become a little depressed due to two of her pups dying. ruuqo could notice his mates distress and he tried everything to knock her back into her own self. nothing seemed to work, and eventually topaz had committed suicide. shocked and alone, ruuqo raised his children on his own in the wild. after rochelle and nicodemus had reached a certain age, ruuqo introduced his children to his pack. there was a bit of hesitation but soon his hybrid kids were accepted.
the years flew by quickly and once rochelle hit the age of four, she wanted to leave the pack and find her own way; while her brother wanted to stay. after saying her last goodbyes, she left her fathers pack and eventually stumbled across a city called hexasol.
Major turning points in life:
- when her mother dies
- when she and her brother are accepted into her fathers pack
- when she leaves the pack and finds hexasol
(ALL ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU);
Roleplaying Sample: ( My own work from another rp site )
Lost within the deep hills of flora, where the sun had barely touched it's warm glow upon the dark grasses, shadows ever so quietly stirred. The black obsidian sky was dotted with the hot glow of stars that surround the pale moon that was snuggled into what looked like a black ocean with wispy white clouds here and there. The moon casted an eerie glow across the Nyack territory. The air was chilly, an average Autumn night. Winter was brutal, it would get so cold that the earth felt as if it would crack. But not tonight, tonight was perfect. Deep within the hill, a valley lay swallowed up in the middle. Coiling flora had seeped deep the vast valley, but most of the plant life had closed up for the night. Luminescent petals opened for the light of the moon to hit its surface, as if they were reaching up toward the heavens with their white faces. Moon flowers; as they were called seemed to open in masses. The valley was beyond words, its beauty and its size would leave any living thing in awe, as they would approach the sloping hill that lead into this paradise. All was still at the moment, the wind was at ease and the valley had become silent and still.
A quiet silhouette had casted it's hold on the hill top, silent Egyptian gold eyes ran across the mass. Light from the moon fell onto the curvaceous figure that stand tall on the edge of the grassy slope. Curious possibly, as this creature took one step toward the valley in the distance. Covered with a mass of luxurious auburn fur the she-wolf held her front paw up. The journey through these hills had put a strain on the muscles that lay in that one paw, the female turned her face toward her paw. Slowly, her long pink tongue escaped her colored snout only to run against the white paw. The warmth of her breath was soothing as it hit against the muscles and joints. A sigh of content rolled off out of her mouth as she once more lowered her paw to the ground, the contact made her wince; only slightly. Willow Fae, as she was known as had quietly begun to walk down the hill. Gold eyes were full to the brim of cat like curiosity, the smell of Nyack was on every inch of the border. The Nyack pack; exactly what this loner was looking for. Years of searching was possibly coming to an end as she neared this valley.
As white paws carried her down the hill, her scent would surly be behind her. Her perfume seeped into the grass and flora as padded silently down the hill. Finally, Willow had stepped foot onto the valley. A small grin had been carved into her auburn muzzle as if it were marble, ready to be sculpted. Willow padded slowly, taking in the sweet scent of flora. Her red body stood out from the mass of white as she stepped in rhythm. Suddenly her heart had felt heavy as she stared down at the beautiful white flower; a favorite of her Mothers. No tears, not now. Willow sucked in a deep breath of air as she closed her golden eyes for a moment. ' Not here. Not now ' She whispered to herself before continuing her steps.
A light breeze tousled Willow's auburn fleece, she had found a comfortable patch of flowers and took a seat. She peered up into the black ocean sky, the stars seem to dance around as if they were celebrating her arrival. Fighting her emotions was difficult, when they would hit; it would be intense. It was out of her control as water seemed to bubble from her almond eye slits. Willow could feel the warmth of her tears come splashing down her colored cheeks, dripping off into the dark grass. Her body had went tense as she tried to fight the tears off. Tail lashing in anxiety and paws shifting uneasily. Without warning a whine had escaped her whitish muzzle.
Willow was a strong female, yet so easily broken.
It felt like an eternity before the tears had finally stopped, blinking her gold eyes for a moment Willow sighed in content. Once more, the female hoped to her paws. Willow began to walk deeper into the valley. White paws carried her slowly before she had suddenly hit the ground, gold eyes looked around shocked as her body was mixed in with the tall grass and fur. Wincing a bit, her eyes gazed down at her paw. ' Dammit. ' The she-wolf said quietly. Her paw throbbed with pain, as she tried to stand up once more. Puffing out a few slow breaths, Willow had made it too her feet. Licking her paw gently she tucked it against her chest. The constant pain was a nuance's, and this chilly weather was no help. A little pain never hurt anyone, at least that's would Willow would tell herself. Gathering her thoughts for a moment or two, she continued her destination towards the middle of the valley. The ground seemed to slope down as you grew closer towards the middle. Slowly but surly, the auburn female had begun to ease down the slope, her paws lightly pushing down flowers and grass.
Willow's colored muzzle curved up into a smile. Finally, she had made it to her destination. Her tail flicked with enthusiasm as she walked into the middle, the grass was cool as it surrounded her curvaceous body. A yawn escaped her muzzle as she lowered her body to the ground, Willow was never known to have lazy days but this was too bliss to pass up. Stretching out her sore paw she placed her head on top of her paws and relaxed. Her erect ears stayed alert, moving around to pick up any noise. Her colored tail coiled carefully around her body, until the tip had lightly touched her belly. Willow sighed in content, she could have fell asleep here if she wanted too but she had to wait. To wait for a Nyack wolf to catch her scent, to come and find her. And if it was the alpha, she would prove her worth to him. This thought made her smile with sincerity.
Your name/nickname: ro or roro
Age: 16 yrs
How long you've been roleplaying for: since 2007
A few interesting facts about you: uhm. i liek pie x3
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