Post by Alessia on Aug 1, 2010 11:36:04 GMT -5
About your Character-
Character's Name; Alessia
Age; Five years.
Gender; Female.
DOB: October 28.
Height; 3 feet, 7 inches.
Weight; 524 lbs.
Species; Smilodon Fatalis.
Requested Rank; Royal Calvary, perhaps?
Physical Description of Character; Bulky to an extent, without losing the femenine appearance. Covered entirely by grey, hues vary in different parts of her body. Rosettes are sprinkled from shoulders to mid-back, with the dissapearance of them being gradual and hardly noticeable until only the main color is left. Dark indigo is the color of her mane, which is rather wire-y and therefore stands in a very mohawk-like fashion. Toes are lighter, along with muzzle and underside of the tail, that is a bit longer than average, and has a curly tuft of the same indigo in it's end.
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Beast was well hidden, much to her prey's disadvantage. One would wonder, such a mighty creature involved in that nasty situation, the hunt that didn't benefit both parties but one that wasn't exactly hers. The deer approached without hesitation, the soft sound waves produced by it's hooves reaching Alessia's ears and therefore keeping her alert as to when to jolt. Soon was it the right time, and she looked forward in excitement. The deer's tail, whatsoever, raised in alert to the rest of the herd, the vibrant white of it's underside acting as an alarm. The stampede began, followed closely by those felines with the instincts that pushed for the kill. The leader of it all, a deer with large, intricate antlers, was the one located and chosen by Alessia to become the hunted. Muscles contracted and relaxed in harmony, a repetitive motion to propel her forward, weight used to increase speed and strength of the impact. While the other ran without much of a goal, she was soon behind her prey, cold blue eyes locking their gaze upon it's hips, the key to pin it down. Forelegs were extended, hindlegs pushing her up in the manner of a god, claws unsheathed and ready for the contact with flesh. As soon as they sunk, pressure was applied downwards, and attack was successful. Despite the deer's desperate attempts of standing and running a last blow was given, directed to the throat. The warm blood of such a rusty taste invaded her mouth, the pulse of the other becoming weak by the minute. It's kicks became slow and weak, and so did it's cry, drowned by the bubbly sound of the emerging blood. Victory was hers, and so she would return with pride to her partner.
Anything else you'd like to add?: English is not my first language, and so, really dumb typos might be included in posts without me noticing. Please excuse any typos that might decorate the post up there. Ha ha.
Character's Name; Alessia
Age; Five years.
Gender; Female.
DOB: October 28.
Height; 3 feet, 7 inches.
Weight; 524 lbs.
Species; Smilodon Fatalis.
Requested Rank; Royal Calvary, perhaps?
Physical Description of Character; Bulky to an extent, without losing the femenine appearance. Covered entirely by grey, hues vary in different parts of her body. Rosettes are sprinkled from shoulders to mid-back, with the dissapearance of them being gradual and hardly noticeable until only the main color is left. Dark indigo is the color of her mane, which is rather wire-y and therefore stands in a very mohawk-like fashion. Toes are lighter, along with muzzle and underside of the tail, that is a bit longer than average, and has a curly tuft of the same indigo in it's end.
Do you have any visuals? If so, share them!
Give an example of a Roleplay post!
Beast was well hidden, much to her prey's disadvantage. One would wonder, such a mighty creature involved in that nasty situation, the hunt that didn't benefit both parties but one that wasn't exactly hers. The deer approached without hesitation, the soft sound waves produced by it's hooves reaching Alessia's ears and therefore keeping her alert as to when to jolt. Soon was it the right time, and she looked forward in excitement. The deer's tail, whatsoever, raised in alert to the rest of the herd, the vibrant white of it's underside acting as an alarm. The stampede began, followed closely by those felines with the instincts that pushed for the kill. The leader of it all, a deer with large, intricate antlers, was the one located and chosen by Alessia to become the hunted. Muscles contracted and relaxed in harmony, a repetitive motion to propel her forward, weight used to increase speed and strength of the impact. While the other ran without much of a goal, she was soon behind her prey, cold blue eyes locking their gaze upon it's hips, the key to pin it down. Forelegs were extended, hindlegs pushing her up in the manner of a god, claws unsheathed and ready for the contact with flesh. As soon as they sunk, pressure was applied downwards, and attack was successful. Despite the deer's desperate attempts of standing and running a last blow was given, directed to the throat. The warm blood of such a rusty taste invaded her mouth, the pulse of the other becoming weak by the minute. It's kicks became slow and weak, and so did it's cry, drowned by the bubbly sound of the emerging blood. Victory was hers, and so she would return with pride to her partner.
Anything else you'd like to add?: English is not my first language, and so, really dumb typos might be included in posts without me noticing. Please excuse any typos that might decorate the post up there. Ha ha.
