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Accepted! Try to keep the swearing to an average rate, though.
OOC: Ok, thanks
IC: Hircus layed lazily in the grassy plain, playing his pan absentmindedly. A collection of animals started grouping around him. He laughed slightly, holding his hand out for a twittering robin. "Hello, little one," He smiled, petting it.
Alright guys, when we get four or more people I think that the transition to the actual RP thread should start.
Adimar snorted. Of course. That one was probably the alpha of this ragtag bunch, if he could get them all riled up behind him. "Hum. Didn't go as I'd hoped." He sighed, not feeling defeated, but slightly annoyed. Well, I can tell when I'm unwanted." He shook a bit of loose snow off of his pelt. "I'll be on my way." I'll probably be able to find enough food for the family somewhere else. He thought, padding away from the other wolves. Not like I would've had much luck there, anyway. He looked ahead, noticing the snowy hill he had walked out from was only about a mile or two out. Hopefully they wont be hunting for more territory anytime soon. He thought, tail swishing behind him.Don't think I'd be able to fight off five grown wolves at the same time. Adimar continued his trek down the plain, until eventually, he was out of sight.
Can I make a second charrie?
Mainly because no one sane would be friends with Alan
Sure! It'd save me about twenty minutes of developing another character, so that'd be good :)
This thread still open? If so,
BASIC INFO
Name:
"Name's Chase."
Nickname:
"Ain't got one."
Age:
"Three years old, last time I checked."
Gender:
"Think it's pretty clear I'm a male."
Birthplace:
New York
APPEARANCE
Fur Color:
"Chocolate brown mostly, much lighter brown underbelly and face markings, as you can see."
Eye color:
"You're staring right at 'em. They're brown."
Breed:
"Mix-Breed. Mom was a German Shepherd, Dad was a Rottweiler."
PERSONALITY
Likes:
"I'd say that I like fighting. But, if I don't have to, I like exploring new places and such to bide time until the next fight comes up."
Dislikes:
" Not too fond of other dogs. Most are tolerable, but some are just, Ugh. Also, starvation sucks."
Good Traits:
"We'd be here a long time if I were to list 'em all."
[li]Good fighter[/li]
[li]Highly Alert[/li]
[li]Agile[/li]
Bad Traits:
"Are there any?"
[li]Overly Aggresive[/li]
[li]Arrogant[/li]
[li]Not the most intellegent[/li]
Flaws:
"Other than a limp in my right back leg, and this old chain around my neck that gives away my position all the time, I'm pretty great."
RELATIONSHIPS
Mother:
Deceased
Father:
Deceased
Siblings:
Kallie
Crush:
"Yeah, no." ( Could Develop )
Mate:
"...I'm clearly here alone, idiot."
Offspring:
"What did I literally just say? Do you see puppies running around at my paws?"
EXTRA INFO
Sexuality:
"Asexual."
Leadership: 4/10
Agility: 6/10
Stamina: 7/10
Speed: 5/10
Stealth: 2/10
Strength: 8/10
Defense: 5/10
Roleplay Sample:
Chase stuck his nose in the gravel, sniffing for something, anything, to eat. "I'm going to starve, aren't I?" He growled, wandering over to the next pile of bones and ash. "Useless," He grumbled. He continued walking. If there wasn't anything here, there'd be another opportunity. He scoffed. Right. If anything even was alive here, it was either eaten by something else, or had died of starvation. Of course, that could just be his New York self talking. He'd been screwed over so many times in his home. In fact, anybody whose ever lived in New York has probably been conned once. Chase moved away from the piles of rotting and death around him, and climbed up a bit of crumbled building. His tail swished behind him as he sat. If you could get past all the destruction around, it was quite serene here. At least, such he thought.
Chase's ears stood. There was certainly something alive here. He jumped down from the building, the chain around his neck jingling. He winced. [i]And anything that was here has fled, he thought, cursing under his breath. He padded away from the crumbling area, following the scent of the thing that had stuck out his nose. As he grew closer, he noticed it was certainly not just a thing. It was another dog. It was a dog, and it was alive. Where there more? More importantly, did they have FOOD? "Wait! I'm not one of those ugly dead things!" Chase barked, breaking into a run, his limp slowing him down a bit.
Chase couldn't believe it. If there was one dog, he'd learned, there were more somewhere. This was wonderful. Perhaps there was hope in this awful wasteland. He stopped, his leg starting to ache. No worries, I'll be able to find 'im. He said, catching his breath. He sat, looking at some scattered human bones around him. He laughed. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Well, look now. Chase thought. In the ashes of your cities, look who's surviving.
Bottle-Rocket/Comet
https://www.google.com/search?q=energetic+puppy&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjglOnMlYHKAhXDVyYKHeYgDjEQ_AUIBygB&biw=1004&bih=885#tbm=isch&q=jumping+puppy&imgrc=Pbvch2oQv-M1zM%3A (Bottle-Rocket on the left, Comet on the right)
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Bottle-Rocket eagerly chased after his brother, barking and yipping down the halls of the house. They'd only recently been adopted, but they had free range of this place, and the hairless thing that lived here was nice. Comet skidded to a halt, his brother running into his back as he couldn't stop in time. "Hey, look!" Comet said happily. Bottle-Rocket shifted his attention to another room. There was a lot of stuff in there. All the better for chewing! "Rocket, we aren't her to chew things." Comet said, almost reading his brother's mind. "Look! There's a clear thing! It shows the outside!" Comet ran into the room, hopping easily onto a couch, and easing his way to the windowsill. He sat, pressing his paws on the window. "Rocket, come here!" Comet barked. Bottle-Rocket padded into the room, using the same way his brother had to climb up to the window. Only this time, his landing ended with the breaking of a flower pott. "Ughm you've already broken something!" Comet yipped. "Now we're gonna get in trouble. Come on, let's leave before the hairless thing comes back!" Comet said, leaping from the windowsill and running into the hall.
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Accepted! Preferred dormitory?
(( Thinking of joining. Whats going on currently? ))
(( Tracking, will join if not dead ))
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Oliver Thompson (Big Bad Wolf)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality:
He's a decietful person, and would probably lie to your face to get what he wants. He has slight temperment issues, and he's overly sarcastic. Despite his negative traits, he can be a generally ok person, if you're close to him.
Modern background:
When he was younger, he spent most of his time at a shelter his mother owned. He was still a bit of a trickster back then, conning some of the younger kids that came with their parents to adopt an animal out of nickles and such.
Talents/Hobbies:
He's a good liar, as you'd suspect. But when he's not tricking someone ot of money, he likes to spend his time exploring the woods. He finds it calming. He's pretty good at sports, but has room to improve.
Abnormal skills:
He can sprout ears and tail on the drop of a dime (Of course, he has no idea he can do this at the moment)
Other:
Jagged teeth. It's not too important, but I thought I'd list it.
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( Oh, sorry about the picture. It's been weeks, and I can't seem to get them to display properly )
(( OOC - I signed up forever ago and then forgot to look for the thread. Welp. Anywho, Plot update before I jump in? ))
tracking!
Accepted. Preferred Dormitory?
Name: Kiar
Age: 18
Species: Bakeneko
Subspecies(optional):
Gender: Male
Personality (optional): Kiar is intellegent, but tends to use his wits in negative ways. He's a bir of a liar, and has conned someone before. Though his track record isn't very clean, he can be kind and compassionate to those he trusts. He's very bold, which has gotten him into some scraps.
Appearance (you may provide a description or a picture): ( At the Bottom )
Other:NoticeMeSenpai
Accepted!
Shay - Your name's in Dorm 3.
(( Hi. Came here from the locked thread. Should I repost my form, or jump in? If I can jump in, current happenings? ))