Post by Sabs Smith on May 19, 2006 20:44:21 GMT -5
About You- Not much, honestly. My name is Julia, a female writer living in central Texas. I mostly spend my time writing, roleplaying, walking and caring for my two dogs, Tiger and Freckles, and playing sports such as basketball. Despite writing, I also enjoy drawing, though I don't have a scanner, and some reading.
Nickname: Sabs, Sabby, or Sabsie, though Sabs is the most commonly used nickname for me.
Experience in Roleplay: I've been roleplaying for many, many years now, though my literate, more advanced roleplaying only began about a year ago. At a rough estimate, I'm assuming this will be my fifth or fourth year of roleplaying. Over time, I've run two successful proboards: Willows, a wolf roleplay set in a haunted ground of willows, and Starbolts, a Teen Titans roleplay with a realistic, modern twist. Both lasted quite a while until being shut down due to inactivity.
I've also done a few long-term Proboards and Invisionfree boards, a tremendous amount of different roleplay topics on several forums, and private roleplays over email, website mail, or private messages.
About your Character-
Name: Darby 'West' Wright, preferrably "Darby".
Gender: Male
Age: Two years, eight months, and three weeks.
Blood: Wolfdog
Breed: Norwegian Elkhound with roughly one quarter wolf.
Fur color: Strangely, since most Elkhounds has quite naturally kept, clean fur, Darby has an untame, wild pelt. He is almost always shedding, which an unsmooth bristle to his tail, back, legs, neck, and some fur on the head. His color consists of the usual Elkhound deep, fog gray, with the ridge of shadow black along the spine, slowly spilling over his sides in a sort of gradients. There are some spots and splatters of cinnamon black and brown, usually very tiny, across his haunches and in his black ridge, but he also has the color of a wolf. His underbelly is a tawny white, swirled in with several dark browns and blacks.
Eye color: Darby has not too dull, not too piercing optics, a typical gold with tinges of honey brown and thick, auburn red.
Markings: The way you can always tell Darby from the others, besides his personality, is his hulking figure. Usually Elkhounds seem rather short and stubby, but, due partially to his one fourth wolf blood, his legs are longer, strengthier, and his frame is generally more flexible. His tail isn't like most Elkhounds, but instead thin, brushy, and relatively long.
Personality: Darby has a harsh, wimpy, and sometimes annoyingly weak personality. Due to his rough life, he is often sensitive towards even the slighest insult. Surely, however, as his life with the Project begins, he's forcing himself to leave behind what he once was to become stronger and more durable. He pushes himself to attack and defend himself, though sometimes he has doubts about his personality changes, yet knows he cannot live on with a wimpy attitude.
History: Darby Wright was born from a Norwegian Elkhound father and a brown timberwolf mother. When he was born, he immediately became discriminated, for his two brothers and one sister were either three quarter wolf, half wolf, or all wolf. He was the only one that barely had any wolf blood in him, thus he was determined unneeded by the humans. Quickly he was dubbed "Darby Wright", mostly as a pathetic, insulting name, since the real, human Darby Wright was known as a foolish guardsman, killed during a wolf attack.
Eventually, as time ran on, Darby's two brothers died at different points, but both from starvation. They were trained way too hard. The humans tried Darby's sister, Meime, and though great things were expected from her, as she was nearly all wolf, she didn't have the natural skill of sledding and building. Her gender furthered this failure, and eventually she was sent off to some slaughter house to be killed. The human breeder's last choice was Darby, who was taken away from his mother and father and forcefully trained in the art of sledding. He is one of the better sledders, but his confidence is low, often slowing his progress and status. For a time, he was assigned to a sledge team on the south edge of Alaska, mostly for racing, but also, at times, for hustling shipments of rice and beans the short distance from the trains to the main village. Though this improved his endurance, his personality still did not change much. He spent most of his time being relatively miserable, constantly missing his parents and dead family. When he listened to a conversation from the humans once, however, he discovered that his father died, but his mother, being wolf, was forced into more breeding and some sledding to the east.
Darby expected to stay in his sled team for quite a while, possibly all of his life, but surprisingly, he was moved. Several of his human 'masters' transported him even farther north into Alaska, where a new sled team would await. Though he was, by now, very skilled in the art of speed sledding, he had a bitter nervousness, a fear of what scolding and harshness he would get from the other wolves.
Roleplaying Sample: The newly blossomed trees would've wrapped their warm arms about Darby, about his decaying body, but in this life, they wouldn't. The soft earth, hidden under thick, whirling snow, would've comforted his pale, worn feet, but in this life, they wouldn't. This was how it was every year, every spring. And just when Darby felt less tormented and whipped and choked by the floral breezes, the tundra swept in again, and the human whacked harder. He felt his back arch under the heavy leather whips.
Nothing would end. He sauntered on through his training, pulling the constructed sled with a saddening, dreadful exhaustion. The whip cracked again, and from behind him, he could hear the human shriek with frustration. He whined, but personally didn't care. All he wanted was rest.
Nickname: Sabs, Sabby, or Sabsie, though Sabs is the most commonly used nickname for me.
Experience in Roleplay: I've been roleplaying for many, many years now, though my literate, more advanced roleplaying only began about a year ago. At a rough estimate, I'm assuming this will be my fifth or fourth year of roleplaying. Over time, I've run two successful proboards: Willows, a wolf roleplay set in a haunted ground of willows, and Starbolts, a Teen Titans roleplay with a realistic, modern twist. Both lasted quite a while until being shut down due to inactivity.
I've also done a few long-term Proboards and Invisionfree boards, a tremendous amount of different roleplay topics on several forums, and private roleplays over email, website mail, or private messages.
About your Character-
Name: Darby 'West' Wright, preferrably "Darby".
Gender: Male
Age: Two years, eight months, and three weeks.
Blood: Wolfdog
Breed: Norwegian Elkhound with roughly one quarter wolf.
Fur color: Strangely, since most Elkhounds has quite naturally kept, clean fur, Darby has an untame, wild pelt. He is almost always shedding, which an unsmooth bristle to his tail, back, legs, neck, and some fur on the head. His color consists of the usual Elkhound deep, fog gray, with the ridge of shadow black along the spine, slowly spilling over his sides in a sort of gradients. There are some spots and splatters of cinnamon black and brown, usually very tiny, across his haunches and in his black ridge, but he also has the color of a wolf. His underbelly is a tawny white, swirled in with several dark browns and blacks.
Eye color: Darby has not too dull, not too piercing optics, a typical gold with tinges of honey brown and thick, auburn red.
Markings: The way you can always tell Darby from the others, besides his personality, is his hulking figure. Usually Elkhounds seem rather short and stubby, but, due partially to his one fourth wolf blood, his legs are longer, strengthier, and his frame is generally more flexible. His tail isn't like most Elkhounds, but instead thin, brushy, and relatively long.
Personality: Darby has a harsh, wimpy, and sometimes annoyingly weak personality. Due to his rough life, he is often sensitive towards even the slighest insult. Surely, however, as his life with the Project begins, he's forcing himself to leave behind what he once was to become stronger and more durable. He pushes himself to attack and defend himself, though sometimes he has doubts about his personality changes, yet knows he cannot live on with a wimpy attitude.
History: Darby Wright was born from a Norwegian Elkhound father and a brown timberwolf mother. When he was born, he immediately became discriminated, for his two brothers and one sister were either three quarter wolf, half wolf, or all wolf. He was the only one that barely had any wolf blood in him, thus he was determined unneeded by the humans. Quickly he was dubbed "Darby Wright", mostly as a pathetic, insulting name, since the real, human Darby Wright was known as a foolish guardsman, killed during a wolf attack.
Eventually, as time ran on, Darby's two brothers died at different points, but both from starvation. They were trained way too hard. The humans tried Darby's sister, Meime, and though great things were expected from her, as she was nearly all wolf, she didn't have the natural skill of sledding and building. Her gender furthered this failure, and eventually she was sent off to some slaughter house to be killed. The human breeder's last choice was Darby, who was taken away from his mother and father and forcefully trained in the art of sledding. He is one of the better sledders, but his confidence is low, often slowing his progress and status. For a time, he was assigned to a sledge team on the south edge of Alaska, mostly for racing, but also, at times, for hustling shipments of rice and beans the short distance from the trains to the main village. Though this improved his endurance, his personality still did not change much. He spent most of his time being relatively miserable, constantly missing his parents and dead family. When he listened to a conversation from the humans once, however, he discovered that his father died, but his mother, being wolf, was forced into more breeding and some sledding to the east.
Darby expected to stay in his sled team for quite a while, possibly all of his life, but surprisingly, he was moved. Several of his human 'masters' transported him even farther north into Alaska, where a new sled team would await. Though he was, by now, very skilled in the art of speed sledding, he had a bitter nervousness, a fear of what scolding and harshness he would get from the other wolves.
Roleplaying Sample: The newly blossomed trees would've wrapped their warm arms about Darby, about his decaying body, but in this life, they wouldn't. The soft earth, hidden under thick, whirling snow, would've comforted his pale, worn feet, but in this life, they wouldn't. This was how it was every year, every spring. And just when Darby felt less tormented and whipped and choked by the floral breezes, the tundra swept in again, and the human whacked harder. He felt his back arch under the heavy leather whips.
Nothing would end. He sauntered on through his training, pulling the constructed sled with a saddening, dreadful exhaustion. The whip cracked again, and from behind him, he could hear the human shriek with frustration. He whined, but personally didn't care. All he wanted was rest.
