Post by Raithe on Oct 5, 2010 23:04:55 GMT -4
I. author's note
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NO. OF CHARACTERS:[/color] One so far, this one.
OTHER:[/color] I'm a roleplaying addict and cat lover.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:[/color] Kneeling by the lake Tokala dipped her nut brown hands into the inviting, cool water, lifting them out slowly to watch the droplets drip off her skin. Dark green eyes dulled with sadness sat under heavy black lashes, flicking from side to side quickly. First to her hands, then to the opposite shore of the lake, where the white men lay.
‘Wasicu,’ she spat out angrily, wiping her hands swiftly on her deer-hide tunic. A spiral of smoke drifting gently upwards betrayed their camp, and the bitter teen rose to her feet with an expression of anger marring her pretty face.
Sending a few pebbles flying with her angry footsteps, Tokala padded over to the forest edge, fingering the bone knife that sat within its sheath, hanging from her wampum belt. Patterned with white whelk shells this was her most precious possession, even before her bow.
She drifted into the forest, fading from view as if like a woodlands spirit.
---A few hours later---
A stinging sensation, that was all it was, when Tokala first awoke. Blinking her eyes slowly she turned her head stiffly, aware of the wet feeling of blood on her neck and head. 'Wasicu,' she muttered again, though now the tone of her voice was more of confusion than anger.
Lifting on hand to her head she was relieved to find it was not herself that had been injured, but could barely stifle a gasp of shock when she felt cold flesh behind her, also soaked in a crimson liquid.
Staggering to her feet the willowy teen turned her body to face what she had been resting on. It was her uncle Akecheta, a warrior of her tribe.
'No,' she whispered in disbelief, bending her knees to touch his face gently. Lifting her eyes she gazed around the camp only to find death and blood everywhere. And white men.
Giving them a frightened look she turned to flee into the forest when a shout stopped her. 'Hey!' he called in English, a foreign language to Tokala. 'Stop there!'
'Wasicu, wasicu,' she hissed under her breath as she plunged into the underbrush, followed by the ringing shots of a gun.
Suddenly, Tokala could feel herself stumbling, and falling, falling, falling...
[One of my quicker intros. Done in about 15 minutes, so.]
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II. character outline
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SEX:[/color] Female
SEXUALITY[/color] Straight
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color] May 13, 19 years of age.
ZODIAC SIGN:[/color] Taurus
PLACE OF BIRTH:[/color] Kinai Hold, Wyring
PLOT:[/color] Dragonriders of Wyring
PROFESSION:[/color] Training to be an elite dragonrider
RANK:[/color] Minor Dragonrider
ELEMENT:[/color]
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WEIGHT:[/color] 126 lbs.
BUILD:[/color] Skinny and of an average height, she's got a wiry frame with muscles that don't show. Modest curves, but not under-grown.
HAIR:[/color] Straight, medium auburn, and with side bangs that cover her left eye.
EYES:[/color] Dark gray with black flecks. Almond shaped and with long black lashes.
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS:[/color] A distinctive black dragon tattoo winding up her right arm, starting at her wrist. The tail wraps around her wrist and curves up her arm until the head rests on her shoulder. A simple design.
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MANNERISMS:[/color] She uses plenty of hand signals when she talking to other people, preferring to keep them small though. She also closes her eyes when she is thinking, and tends to think or meditate on questions for a long time.
LIKES:[/color] Astronomy, the night sky, wishing on 'shooting stars', swimming, animals, reading, writing, rainy days/overcast days and peaches. What she loves more than anything is her dragon, Elidhu
DISLIKES:[/color] Bright sunlight, talking too much or too often, the color yellow or orange and loud noises.
PET PEEVES:[/color] When someone continuously pesters her with questions or small talk.
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SIBLINGS:[/color] Only child.
SPOUSE/LOVER:[/color] No one yet.
CHILDREN:[/color] None.
FRIENDS:[/color] She doesn't have many close friends, and those she did she has severed her ties with them.
ALLIANCES:[/color] Anyone part of and loyal to the Kinai faction.
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FAVORITE QUOTE:[/color] -
POST COLORS.[/color] Her quotation will be in this color.
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III. character history[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font]
[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font]
NO. OF CHARACTERS:[/color] One so far, this one.
OTHER:[/color] I'm a roleplaying addict and cat lover.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:[/color] Kneeling by the lake Tokala dipped her nut brown hands into the inviting, cool water, lifting them out slowly to watch the droplets drip off her skin. Dark green eyes dulled with sadness sat under heavy black lashes, flicking from side to side quickly. First to her hands, then to the opposite shore of the lake, where the white men lay.
‘Wasicu,’ she spat out angrily, wiping her hands swiftly on her deer-hide tunic. A spiral of smoke drifting gently upwards betrayed their camp, and the bitter teen rose to her feet with an expression of anger marring her pretty face.
Sending a few pebbles flying with her angry footsteps, Tokala padded over to the forest edge, fingering the bone knife that sat within its sheath, hanging from her wampum belt. Patterned with white whelk shells this was her most precious possession, even before her bow.
She drifted into the forest, fading from view as if like a woodlands spirit.
---A few hours later---
A stinging sensation, that was all it was, when Tokala first awoke. Blinking her eyes slowly she turned her head stiffly, aware of the wet feeling of blood on her neck and head. 'Wasicu,' she muttered again, though now the tone of her voice was more of confusion than anger.
Lifting on hand to her head she was relieved to find it was not herself that had been injured, but could barely stifle a gasp of shock when she felt cold flesh behind her, also soaked in a crimson liquid.
Staggering to her feet the willowy teen turned her body to face what she had been resting on. It was her uncle Akecheta, a warrior of her tribe.
'No,' she whispered in disbelief, bending her knees to touch his face gently. Lifting her eyes she gazed around the camp only to find death and blood everywhere. And white men.
Giving them a frightened look she turned to flee into the forest when a shout stopped her. 'Hey!' he called in English, a foreign language to Tokala. 'Stop there!'
'Wasicu, wasicu,' she hissed under her breath as she plunged into the underbrush, followed by the ringing shots of a gun.
Suddenly, Tokala could feel herself stumbling, and falling, falling, falling...
[One of my quicker intros. Done in about 15 minutes, so.]
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II. character outline
[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font]
[/ul]
SEX:[/color] Female
SEXUALITY[/color] Straight
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color] May 13, 19 years of age.
ZODIAC SIGN:[/color] Taurus
PLACE OF BIRTH:[/color] Kinai Hold, Wyring
PLOT:[/color] Dragonriders of Wyring
PROFESSION:[/color] Training to be an elite dragonrider
RANK:[/color] Minor Dragonrider
ELEMENT:[/color]
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WEIGHT:[/color] 126 lbs.
BUILD:[/color] Skinny and of an average height, she's got a wiry frame with muscles that don't show. Modest curves, but not under-grown.
HAIR:[/color] Straight, medium auburn, and with side bangs that cover her left eye.
EYES:[/color] Dark gray with black flecks. Almond shaped and with long black lashes.
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS:[/color] A distinctive black dragon tattoo winding up her right arm, starting at her wrist. The tail wraps around her wrist and curves up her arm until the head rests on her shoulder. A simple design.
[/ul]
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MANNERISMS:[/color] She uses plenty of hand signals when she talking to other people, preferring to keep them small though. She also closes her eyes when she is thinking, and tends to think or meditate on questions for a long time.
LIKES:[/color] Astronomy, the night sky, wishing on 'shooting stars', swimming, animals, reading, writing, rainy days/overcast days and peaches. What she loves more than anything is her dragon, Elidhu
DISLIKES:[/color] Bright sunlight, talking too much or too often, the color yellow or orange and loud noises.
PET PEEVES:[/color] When someone continuously pesters her with questions or small talk.
[/ul]
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SIBLINGS:[/color] Only child.
SPOUSE/LOVER:[/color] No one yet.
CHILDREN:[/color] None.
FRIENDS:[/color] She doesn't have many close friends, and those she did she has severed her ties with them.
ALLIANCES:[/color] Anyone part of and loyal to the Kinai faction.
[/ul]
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FAVORITE QUOTE:[/color] -
POST COLORS.[/color] Her quotation will be in this color.
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III. character history[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font]