For roleplaying regular/real-world species with real-world limitations, e.g. cats, dogs, wolves, lions, bears.
by Gvvdgrief » Thu Apr 11, 2013 1:09 am
{Fae}~{Single}~{Six Years}
Name {{:Sol is fine, though I'd rather you not create anymore. My mother used the name that was used by my great ancestors. she wanted to 'carry the tradition.' I didn't know it, but there was some tradition. . . Gender {{: I'm sorry? Who would ask such a question?
Personality {{:Ratty, pestering, ugly, fat, and really all of those things are true. I hate prissy fae's, the ones who only care about love. I take part in my duty to protect these parts, that's all. Surprisingly enough, I've been called sweet. I tried to act my best just for that piece of bacon in her hand, but on the inside I was like the dragon who hadn't had the satisfaction to burn something to a crisp in several years. I hate that, I'd rather be threatened, or teased. my life is pretty dull, I despise humans, Especially that untrustworthy Taliya That thought I was okay to live in the alleys, Which I succeeded! It was just, a little bit harder...History {{: Torn apart, beaten, I loved the pain. I can still remember it as clear as day, on the streets, hangin with the scruffy mutts on the street. taken to the pound, it's so vividly clear. my Taliya got me from a distant pound, took care of me and what not, It was better. beaten again, her friend Tyler took care of me while she was off with Emma. I hated her, with a mad passion then. I hate forgiving, it's just the easy way out of the battle you got yourself into. Tyler whipped me, nothing too terrible. That's when my normal self changed and the darker side encroached. I learned that defensive skills come in handy, I became the charred tree of the bunch, the one who was always a flake, and what not. Untrustworthy, until very few years ago. I was a prissy fae looking for the completion of my life, but I shook love down the drain, and it gave me more time to focus on the necessities on life. Taliya didn't want me anymore, I showed more aggression, and she couldn't handle it. I became a stray for a time, and arrived here months after.
Relationships {{: II do not have any love interests, I hate fall, I hate all of that crap. Leave me alone, and let me live my life. I will not die if I don't find the right one, so why do you urge me on, fall? Why, are you even asking these questions? I don't want pups, I hate the thought of getting a mate, and I sure as heck don't have any brutes in mind! Character © {P h o e n i x}
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{Brute}~{Single}~{Seven Years}
Name {{:My nickname is Titan. I'm glad to have the name I do, Rather than having the humans name me, something like. . .sweety, sugarcakes? come on!Gender {{: You, are pretty messed up. Brute! Can't you tell?
Personality {{:Overall, i'm a rather nice guy. Though I do get pushed easily, don't get any ideas. once you push me past the line, I will try my hardest to make sure I spill the teasers blood. Okay, I have anger issues. they aren't anything major, you have to really push to trigger that side of me. Mostly caring, I am very interested in faes, though I'm not into flirting, or interested in creating any family at the moment. I will admit that it is a nice thought, though. I am quite timid. I have trouble with keeping conversation, or even starting one for that matter. I stay on my own a lot, the only one I talk to is a small, ratty little leg of a stuffed teddy bear. I know, it's ridiculous, But do I look like I care?History {{: Living the life! nope, that's a lie. I wasn't a stray before, but I was the pet of a hunter. doesn't sound bad? I haven't gotten to it yet. I was born in their house, raised by them, they adored me. One morning, while I was in the back yard on the rope tied to a tree, a squirrel caught my eye. I couldn't help it, it was too tempting. I wrenched and wrenched, until finally the rope snapped in two. {it was a very old rope, the family was poor} I chased after that squirrel, almost caught it too. It ran up a tree, I got lost. voila. it was only five minutes, and my owner Bruce, the hunter, came in for the daily hunt. That's just my luck, I was standing within range of his hearing. I moved, he shot, it hit my left flank. I went to the vet and all that stuff. They decided I was just too much to handle, and let me go to roam the streets.Relationships {{: IAt the moment I am not interested in any faes. I have no mate or pups, but I will admit that it is a nice thought. I want a fae that isn't afraid to stand up for herself, who likes to stay determined and fearless. Looks are nothing to me, it's all in the personality. I do not like the sulky faes, the ones who expect you to cave in because of their 'sadness', just suck it up and move on! I do not fall for faes easily. I do not play faes, that is ridiculous. I stay loyal to those who I love, and once I've found my right fae, there's nothing taking me away from her. Nothing.Character © {P h o e n i x}
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by woofers. » Thu Apr 11, 2013 1:14 am
B A R N A B E E
Barnabee has a confused look on his face, her parents looked so different from her. He then narrowed his eyes at the black brute, raising his tail, "Barnabee," He introduced, baring his fangs at the brute. When he was scared he acted tough, he seemed like he wasn't phased at all by the brute's strength and dominance but inside he was peeing himself. xD
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by woofers. » Thu Apr 11, 2013 1:31 am
B A R N A B E E
Barnabee picked himself up, there was a sharp pain coming from his flank but he tried his best to ignore. He growled, taking advantage of his small size and running underneath the alpha male and biting his ankle as hard as he could, which was enough to bleed but nothing more.
{ DAMN BARNABEE YOU CRAZY! I was going to make Barney bite his... Y'know;) }
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