Post by Rabiddog on Jan 19, 2010 16:03:52 GMT -5
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Name: Petra, of course!
Age: Okay, I'm not very old. Just about two and a half years, sort of.
Appearance: I-- Petra-- am a medium sort of gray, with dark black streaks along my back, as well as some silver tinting. My face and muzzle are dark, as are my pointed, tall ears. My tail-- with its dark tip and top-- is curled over my back to show its creamy sort of under. I am quite fuzzy, actually, and I have thick fur. I'm medium sized, I suppose, almost like a German Shepherd-- but never call me a German Shepherd. I really don't like it. Anyway... um... right. The pale coloring from my paws rises up my legs, getting slightly darker on the way until it reaches the color the rest of my body is (mostly). My eyes are a very dark brown, and sometimes appear to be almost gray in color (but they're just a dark brown... as I said... I said that, didn't I?). So... yeah.
History: I was one of those guys who came from those guys who were in the crates, and I joined Beach Pack as an apprentice. Petragrowl... roar! Or, uh, woof, I guess. Anyway. Pretty fun stuff. At a young age, I was separated from my older brother, Matteus, but, eh, I don't really have any memories of him. I just remember growin' up in the Pack. Mostly. Or... yeah. I didn't know my parents too well, but I can remember thinking my mom was very pretty, and she used to talk about... I dunno, actually. Something about peace and loving and blah blah blah. Not that I don't, you know, like peace and love and stuff! But... yeah. That's kinda how it is for me. Though I can remember being something of a nuisance, since I was always-- and I still am-- asking questions and getting into some form of minor trouble.
Other Info: I'm a Norwegian Elkhound, actually. Mostly... since there might be other stuff in there, but I've no idea. Oh, oh, oh, and I loooooove water! It's soooo much fun. Yippee!
(Matteus, the older brother mentioned in her history section, isn't a real... "character" character. xD' No player or anything, just a side thing to be mentioned occasionally.)
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Pack: Beach Pack
Name: Petra, of course!
Position: Warrior.
Age: Okay, I'm not very old. Just about two and a half years, sort of.
Sex: Feeeeemale!
Appearance: I-- Petra-- am a medium sort of gray, with dark black streaks along my back, as well as some silver tinting. My face and muzzle are dark, as are my pointed, tall ears. My tail-- with its dark tip and top-- is curled over my back to show its creamy sort of under. I am quite fuzzy, actually, and I have thick fur. I'm medium sized, I suppose, almost like a German Shepherd-- but never call me a German Shepherd. I really don't like it. Anyway... um... right. The pale coloring from my paws rises up my legs, getting slightly darker on the way until it reaches the color the rest of my body is (mostly). My eyes are a very dark brown, and sometimes appear to be almost gray in color (but they're just a dark brown... as I said... I said that, didn't I?). So... yeah.
Personality: Silly! Energetic! Those are two words I like to use to describe myself first off. I like to joke and kid around, and I find the whole "I'm in this pack, you're in that pack, we hate each other" thing to be totally stupid, and I really don't enjoy having to fight. Something about the whole thing... well, I like being in a pack, I just don't really like having to fight and all that stuff. I mean, gosh, can't we just get along? Anyway. Sometimes I lose track of what I was talking about and I can go on and on and on, like this one time, I was just standing there, and this guy got me off topic, and I was all... wait. Never mind! I'm quite naive, actually, though I don't like to admit it, and I can't say I'm a hard worker, but I'm hardly lazy, either. Did you see how I said "hard" and "hardly" together? Didn't that look cool? Uh, anyway... me. Right. I sometimes don't know when to keep my mouth shut, either, and I love to comment on things. And although I'm silly and energetic, I can be calm and serious and... tired? Since I'm using antonyms... anyway. I know stupid little facts, too, sometimes. Random, useless things. I even sometimes forget about the whole "call the rank above you by their rank" thing, since I like to try to be casual, and that's a problem I've often had. But that's just me!
History: I was one of those guys who came from those guys who were in the crates, and I joined Beach Pack as an apprentice. Petragrowl... roar! Or, uh, woof, I guess. Anyway. Pretty fun stuff. At a young age, I was separated from my older brother, Matteus, but, eh, I don't really have any memories of him. I just remember growin' up in the Pack. Mostly. Or... yeah. I didn't know my parents too well, but I can remember thinking my mom was very pretty, and she used to talk about... I dunno, actually. Something about peace and loving and blah blah blah. Not that I don't, you know, like peace and love and stuff! But... yeah. That's kinda how it is for me. Though I can remember being something of a nuisance, since I was always-- and I still am-- asking questions and getting into some form of minor trouble.
RolePlay Sample: (Stolen from an Impressive Title RP |D')
Drausus kept his gaze on Nightpelt until she left, nodding to Torpedo and laughing somewhat halfheartedly as he tried to listen. "Yeah, definitely. Although I wonder if we won't be entering some interesting times now." Drausus shrugged and twitched his wings, smiling at Torpedo. "So, since there doesn't seem to b be anything interesting going on, where are you from, Torpedo? I can only remember seeing you after Tanya's cubs were born, and you do look quite a bit like them." His dark eyes remained on Torpedo intently, although his ears were flying about in all sorts of different directions. Worry was carving holes in him until he must have looked, internally, like Swiss Cheese, a product of which he knew nothing. Although he could have sworn he saw, and smelled... Was that... those gray figures looked fairly familiar-- well, one was definitely familiar, at the least. But he felt they would be able to handle it themselves. And as he watched, the male did in fact walk off. Well, that turned out well, but he wasn't going to call out her if she didn't want it.
Drausus kept his gaze on Nightpelt until she left, nodding to Torpedo and laughing somewhat halfheartedly as he tried to listen. "Yeah, definitely. Although I wonder if we won't be entering some interesting times now." Drausus shrugged and twitched his wings, smiling at Torpedo. "So, since there doesn't seem to b be anything interesting going on, where are you from, Torpedo? I can only remember seeing you after Tanya's cubs were born, and you do look quite a bit like them." His dark eyes remained on Torpedo intently, although his ears were flying about in all sorts of different directions. Worry was carving holes in him until he must have looked, internally, like Swiss Cheese, a product of which he knew nothing. Although he could have sworn he saw, and smelled... Was that... those gray figures looked fairly familiar-- well, one was definitely familiar, at the least. But he felt they would be able to handle it themselves. And as he watched, the male did in fact walk off. Well, that turned out well, but he wasn't going to call out her if she didn't want it.
Other Info: I'm a Norwegian Elkhound, actually. Mostly... since there might be other stuff in there, but I've no idea. Oh, oh, oh, and I loooooove water! It's soooo much fun. Yippee!
(Matteus, the older brother mentioned in her history section, isn't a real... "character" character. xD' No player or anything, just a side thing to be mentioned occasionally.)