Post by wayashinzui on Jun 10, 2008 18:38:33 GMT -5
About You-
Nickname: Waya
Experience in Roleplay:Played for about a year and a half on Dragonriders of Kreysthahl.
About your Character-
Name: Waya
Gender: Female
Age: 1.5 years
Blood: Wolfdog
Breed: Siberian Husky/Arctic Wolf
Fur color: Mostly black with white along her underside and around her muzzle. She has a couple patches of wolf-brown oner back and head. Her tail is black with an uneven grey stripe aound the middle.
Eye color: Blue
Other: Thin scar along left side of her jaw. Body shaped like a wolf, but a bit thicker and has a curled tail.
Personality: (Six sentences minimum)
At first Waya seems very shy-hardly talks, walks with her head down, ect.-and she takes a while to warm up to others. But once she knows you well and likes you enough, she becomes nearly the exact opposite. Waya becomes very playfull-which can become very iritating at times. She loves to poke your buttons but Waya usually knows when enough is enough. She also likes to wait around corners and jump out at her friends. If she jumps out and startles the wrong dog she becomes very embarassed and goes back to being quiet for the rest of the day. Waya has an ability to navigate large crowds(human or animal) without bumping into others, and never seems to notice. She thinks of herself as kinda clumsy, as the only times she ever really pays attention to her path of travel when she runs into somthing first.
History: (Two Paragraphs minimum)
Her mother was pure wolf and part of a large pack deep in the Canadian wilderness. Before Waya was born her mother was a well-loved part of the pack. Then the humans came. Three wolves were taken, including Waya's mom. They were brought to a human place and forced to work hauling sleds. Waya's mom was bred with one of her owner's Huskies. A few days later she escaped. When she returned to her pack, the others seemed unhappy. After Waya and her two brothers were born, the pack became angry and wanted to get rid of the pups. The disliked all dogs and thought of them as slaves to the humans. Waya's mom was just able to convince the alphas to let them live.
As Waya and the others grew, they learned to hunt and grew as normal wolf pups should. During Waya's first big hunt, her mother and the alpha female were struck by the flailing hooves of their prey-a cow moose. They both died instantly. As the alpha male stood over his fallen mate, he snapped. He began insulting the three pups and blamed them for his mate's death. He ordered the pack to kill them. Waya mannaged to get away with a long cut on her lower jaw and a few minor cuts and bruises. Her brothers, however, weren't so lucky. The youngest was killed first, then her other brother died trying to fight them off.
Waya ran until her legs buckled under her and she lay, panting, on the bank of a river. After gaining her strength back, Waya began to follow the river. Her journy took her to a human town, the same one her mother had been dragged off to by the humans. Slowly, she learned how to survive on the streets and her puppyhood receded into the farther reaches of her memory.
Roleplaying Sample: (This will be judged harshly. Please do your best. Three paragraphs minimum. (30
sentences)
Pain, like fire, spread through Waya's limbs and lungs as she ran for her life. The howls of the pack followed her. She ran over fields and through dense woods until she could run no more. She slowed to a trot, and then a walk. Finaly, her legs gave out under her and she fell in a heap of fur. She panted heavily and her tounge rolled out of her mouth and onto the ground. She lay there for a while until she passed out from exhaustion. Waya lie there, nearly uncouncious for most of the day. She awoke, slowly rasing her eyelids to look at something cold that was lapping at her nose and making it hard to breathe. She raised her head carefully and looked around, she was lying almost halfway in a small river. Waya perked her ears and listened for a moment, making sure she was safe. When she was satisfied that there was nobody around, Waya drank deeply. As she stood up, her legs buckled under her again and she waited a moment before trying to sit up.
Waya sat back on her rear and checked out her suroundings. There was the river, and lots of pine trees. The breeze that blew was week, but Waya still shivered. Once she was feeling a bit better, Waya stood up very slowly and stretched her overworked muscles. She knew that she couldn't turn around and go back, her pack would kill her, so she bagan to follow the river. It was small for a river, but it provided a constant source of water. After having been traveling for what seemed like a few hours, Waya's stomach grumbled. She began to sniff around for prey, but this area was overhunted and there was no live prey near-by that she could smell, but there was something that she had never scented before. It was strange and it awakened a new instinct in Waya. It was something to fear, but she found herself drawn by it.
Waya followed the scent and was led to a strange place. There were many dogs here, she even scented wolves and half-breeds like herself, but the scent that permeated the very air she breathed and that covered everything-including most of the dogs-was that which brought her there. Waya was suddenly very lost. The strange scent broke off into many slightly different trails that went every way. Waya wandered through streets and alleys, avoiding other dogs, until she came upon a creature she had never seen before. It stood on two legs and it's face was flat with two dark eyes and a lump of skin she guessed was a nose. It had no fur and its paws were warped. It turned in her direction and yelled something at her. Waya froze, staring at this thing. It started walking toward her, yelling. Waya bolted in the oposite direction and down a alley where she sat panting. What was that thing?
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Nickname: Waya
Experience in Roleplay:Played for about a year and a half on Dragonriders of Kreysthahl.
About your Character-
Name: Waya
Gender: Female
Age: 1.5 years
Blood: Wolfdog
Breed: Siberian Husky/Arctic Wolf
Fur color: Mostly black with white along her underside and around her muzzle. She has a couple patches of wolf-brown oner back and head. Her tail is black with an uneven grey stripe aound the middle.
Eye color: Blue
Other: Thin scar along left side of her jaw. Body shaped like a wolf, but a bit thicker and has a curled tail.
Personality: (Six sentences minimum)
At first Waya seems very shy-hardly talks, walks with her head down, ect.-and she takes a while to warm up to others. But once she knows you well and likes you enough, she becomes nearly the exact opposite. Waya becomes very playfull-which can become very iritating at times. She loves to poke your buttons but Waya usually knows when enough is enough. She also likes to wait around corners and jump out at her friends. If she jumps out and startles the wrong dog she becomes very embarassed and goes back to being quiet for the rest of the day. Waya has an ability to navigate large crowds(human or animal) without bumping into others, and never seems to notice. She thinks of herself as kinda clumsy, as the only times she ever really pays attention to her path of travel when she runs into somthing first.
History: (Two Paragraphs minimum)
Her mother was pure wolf and part of a large pack deep in the Canadian wilderness. Before Waya was born her mother was a well-loved part of the pack. Then the humans came. Three wolves were taken, including Waya's mom. They were brought to a human place and forced to work hauling sleds. Waya's mom was bred with one of her owner's Huskies. A few days later she escaped. When she returned to her pack, the others seemed unhappy. After Waya and her two brothers were born, the pack became angry and wanted to get rid of the pups. The disliked all dogs and thought of them as slaves to the humans. Waya's mom was just able to convince the alphas to let them live.
As Waya and the others grew, they learned to hunt and grew as normal wolf pups should. During Waya's first big hunt, her mother and the alpha female were struck by the flailing hooves of their prey-a cow moose. They both died instantly. As the alpha male stood over his fallen mate, he snapped. He began insulting the three pups and blamed them for his mate's death. He ordered the pack to kill them. Waya mannaged to get away with a long cut on her lower jaw and a few minor cuts and bruises. Her brothers, however, weren't so lucky. The youngest was killed first, then her other brother died trying to fight them off.
Waya ran until her legs buckled under her and she lay, panting, on the bank of a river. After gaining her strength back, Waya began to follow the river. Her journy took her to a human town, the same one her mother had been dragged off to by the humans. Slowly, she learned how to survive on the streets and her puppyhood receded into the farther reaches of her memory.
Roleplaying Sample: (This will be judged harshly. Please do your best. Three paragraphs minimum. (30
sentences)
Pain, like fire, spread through Waya's limbs and lungs as she ran for her life. The howls of the pack followed her. She ran over fields and through dense woods until she could run no more. She slowed to a trot, and then a walk. Finaly, her legs gave out under her and she fell in a heap of fur. She panted heavily and her tounge rolled out of her mouth and onto the ground. She lay there for a while until she passed out from exhaustion. Waya lie there, nearly uncouncious for most of the day. She awoke, slowly rasing her eyelids to look at something cold that was lapping at her nose and making it hard to breathe. She raised her head carefully and looked around, she was lying almost halfway in a small river. Waya perked her ears and listened for a moment, making sure she was safe. When she was satisfied that there was nobody around, Waya drank deeply. As she stood up, her legs buckled under her again and she waited a moment before trying to sit up.
Waya sat back on her rear and checked out her suroundings. There was the river, and lots of pine trees. The breeze that blew was week, but Waya still shivered. Once she was feeling a bit better, Waya stood up very slowly and stretched her overworked muscles. She knew that she couldn't turn around and go back, her pack would kill her, so she bagan to follow the river. It was small for a river, but it provided a constant source of water. After having been traveling for what seemed like a few hours, Waya's stomach grumbled. She began to sniff around for prey, but this area was overhunted and there was no live prey near-by that she could smell, but there was something that she had never scented before. It was strange and it awakened a new instinct in Waya. It was something to fear, but she found herself drawn by it.
Waya followed the scent and was led to a strange place. There were many dogs here, she even scented wolves and half-breeds like herself, but the scent that permeated the very air she breathed and that covered everything-including most of the dogs-was that which brought her there. Waya was suddenly very lost. The strange scent broke off into many slightly different trails that went every way. Waya wandered through streets and alleys, avoiding other dogs, until she came upon a creature she had never seen before. It stood on two legs and it's face was flat with two dark eyes and a lump of skin she guessed was a nose. It had no fur and its paws were warped. It turned in her direction and yelled something at her. Waya froze, staring at this thing. It started walking toward her, yelling. Waya bolted in the oposite direction and down a alley where she sat panting. What was that thing?
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