Username:
Jetta
Favorite type of RP:
Laboratory, wolves, stray dogs, or anywhere that I can play the bad guy whether human, animal, or freak.
Sample of writing:
Tagg gave a short bark that could not be mistaken as anything but a laugh as she swiftly morphed from her huge, black wolf shape into the smaller human girl. The past months, almost year, had gone very badly for her back at the lab. She had been almost totally out of commission because of all the different experiments in order to enhance and update her abilities. They had left her weak, angry, and even crazier than before. They had not managed to do much besides lighten her bones a little but every other experiment and attempted update had not done much besides mess with her brain circuits even more. What she had experienced had not done much to improve her temperament either.
"Hello Dako."She said, using the shortened name she had given the avian human a while back for laughs and giggles. Her shape shimmered and twisted slightly, as if she could not decide whether to drop into wolf form or stay human. The past previous months had been as a wolf for most of the time. Pain was more bearable that way.
“I take it you got my little warning?”She asked, her voice hoarse from lack of use. She fiddled slightly with a small shining whistle, twirling it around her wrist and through her fingers with a nasty little smile on her face. The time where she had been restricted to her rooms had not been wasted. She had watched, learned, and copied a careless white coat with the ability to make the whistles and had taught herself how to fine tune it to individual avian humans. She hadn’t had a chance to test it yet; if the lab coats knew she had figured it out they would most likely do everything to stop her because she wasn’t exactly known to be loyal to anyone. Kill an avian human, kill a white coat alike.
Tagg knew that she had the advantage here. Dakota killed for survival, not pleasure. Dakota was strong, but Tagg had no boundaries. Nothing to lose. She was angry after being cooped up. She was angry at what they did to her. She was angry that they still had her. But most of all, she was hungry.
They had let her loose just two days ago. She had taken to the shadows instantly, quicker and nastier than any of the hell rats that New York had spawned. She had not originally gone after Dakota first but it had been the first smell she had stumbled across and she had lit up at the idea in an instant. Traitors. So many traitors. She wanted to kill them all, and might as well start with Dakota. Tagg was bloodier than ever when it came to fights, but she was also smarter. She had grown a fondness for mind games. Besides stealing the ability to make whistles, Tagg had used her time to find and try to match each of the bird kids to all the files. There were a lot, but she had had a lot of time. She memorized the ones that matched the avian humans she knew, and even if the lab coats were no longer sure which experiment belonged to which file, she did. She knew Dakota’s number now, and she knew everything that had been on the file. And she wasn’t telling anyone what she knew. She took her advantages over the white coats every chance she got.
Tagg snarled gleefully, her sharp teeth gleaming in the light.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
None Currently