hey! so, i was on this site a really long time ago back when it was wcrpg... 4 years ago? 5?
obviously it's a lot different now! in fact, it might as well be a new site, so i might as well treat this like i'm new because really... i am...?
so [shakes everyone's virtual hands] hi i'm carter i'm from florida, i drink too much iced tea, n i really like astrology. while obviously this site has changed a lot i hope to relive some fond memories and meet some similar people ❤️❤️❤️
tracking/using maybeee <3
hey new here + tracking! <3
bio // click
ic // Rowan stepped carefully along the border of the mansion grounds. Despite a longing for secrecy, he kept from the dark spots that dappled the ground, remaining in the dusty sunlight, fearing that the shadows might swallow him whole. His aversion to confrontation had gotten better, much better, in fact, so that he found himself being overly confrontational on occasion, picking fights and debating with strangers in his travels - which will undoubtedly come back to bite his tail end someday. But for now, he felt the old and familiar quaking in his limbs, the burning, shaking ache that accompanied something like fear but subtle, and worse.
He couldn't help but scold himself for the Feeling; the fear - the curious stranger he'd met before had told him about this place, and while Rowan may not know much about the Sanctum, he did know that he was starved for a home, not to mention desperately lonely, and a bit bored to boot. He forced his eyes into unconcerned slits and he forced his joints into relaxation, lazily settling down in front of the mansion's massive gates. Shoving an unpleasant feeling back from his head out his mouth into a nonchalant and terribly fake yawn, he settled in, wrapped his tail round his legs, ruffled his rusty red fur, and waited for something, anything, someone, anyone.
ooc // god don't mind me i'm jus hoping n praying i'm doing this right,! i haven't roleplayed in so long so lmk if i'm embarrassing myself; i haven't been on feralfront since it was wcrpg. also i lovelovelove talking to people so hmu through pm's or anywhere really if you wanna discuss this or jus talk in general <3
thank you! i. honestly don't think i remember? ;;
maybe other & apocalyptic type rps & homestuck but we don't talk about that
if i'm being honest i might have also been more part of the chatting than the actual roleplay b/c i tend to do that ; __ ;
ic // Ro blinked once in surprise. Twice to be sure. (Thrice as the setting sun glared into his eyes.) Not wanting to be rude, he flashed something like a grin, though it could've easily been a smirk or a grimace, and nodded. "I'm Rowan. I was told I could find a home here, and ally-ship, by a Curious Stranger."
He rolled his shoulders back, hoping to get rid of the tension subtly, and stood up. He looked the Other Curious Stranger in the eye. "Who are you? What is the Sanctum, exactly?" He eyed the looming gates, the gardens, the mansion itself, wondering what exactly it had in store for him, a stagnant soul with a saviour complex.
ooc // tyvm! <3
name: Rowan Forge-fire
gender: male
age: 16
family type: ? (pure blood, & for the sake of this rp, he'd come from a very nuclear family)
basic background: here! (it's his bio... i use the same basic character for everything rip me)
wand type: chestnut wood ; dragon heartstring core ; 11"
description: see background <3
grade/year: sixth year
house: ravenclaw
patronus (optional): intangible / incorporeal
Rowan winced, sensing he'd done something wrong, though as always, never quite sure what. In a flash he was back on his feet, he nodded and grinned, as well as a feline could, and eyed the gates. Here, he thought, is a place he could plant roses... he'd always liked roses. Or carnations. Green ones. He plucked a leaf out from behind one of his four bronze anklets and widened his eyes hoping that the issue had been his default expression, which he'd been told was terrifying, as he never quite grasped the concept of maintaining a facial expression til he needed it.
He flicked his tail in the gate's general direction- "In that case, shall we go in?-" and slid one paw along the forest floor towards the entrance. (Still, he vaguely eyed the shadows as well as the windows.) He'd gotten the general idea; the Sanctum was no place. Okay, maybe it was, but to these beings, it appeared to be more of a concept, and as Rowan got the general idea in his head that places could be concepts and allowed his grin to slowly fade to a gentle half smile he turned his back to the doe and glanced slightly to the side, ever feigning brashness, all the same, still waiting to be invited.
thanx! and yeah Rebs you do seem vaaaaaguely familiar but i don't have the best memory so i could jus be filling in the blanks ykwim x__x
