Post by .:Secrets Fortold:. on Jun 29, 2008 11:13:29 GMT -5
Fox Name: Sohl (No it's not random giberish, it's said as 'Sol' and it is a name XD)
Age irl: 14 nearly 15 (If you're talking about me o.o)
Rp sample (must be more than 6 sentaces):
Pelt deeper than the darkest night, slinking through the underbrush. Shadow. Wisping, creeping beneath the noses of the unexpected. Such oddity is he, so young, yet, appeared quite serious as each paw drew him nearer to the prize his teeth so desperately wished to kill. His eyes like black dewdrops, locked upon the quail, his white tipped tail flicking, just above sight to the oblivious bird. A branch snapped. The chase began. The fox's form shot right, then left, gaining on the poor creature, white jagged teeth snapping endlessly at the bird's tail feathers as his small body was pressed to its limit. Though the young fox had something to lose, his lunch, and he wasn't about to let that happen. Finally, he got his chance, the quail slowed, just for a split second as its wings flew wide for flight. That was it. In a volley of black, there was a cry. It was so eerie that several birds shot from the trees above in full wing, while others scattered through the bushes. Silence. A waving white tipped tail flicked above the tall grass, body waving like a flag. Success! His jaws tore wildly at the meat as if he hadn't eaten in ages. Blood spilled out onto the vacant dirt, dry without rain, soaking its fill until the soil was dark with a victim's blood. His maw rose at last, his face stained with the life liquid. His eyes seemed to shine. Mother! I did it! I finally succeeded...
Why should you be a fox at ccotm?:
I find foxes absolutely cute! Though that's aside from the point. Personally, I wish to be a fox not only for roleplay - well maybe I'm a little more swayed to wards that point - but to help people as well, and or hang out with the members of the dream, have some fun, loosen up while at the same time enforcing the rules, and making sure that this is a fun environment where everyone is included, treated fairly, and of coarse, having fun. Also, I've played wolves in the past, I know quite a decient bit about foxes, and I really think it would be fun to play one of them seeing as how many cats there are! XD [Is willing to make roleplay tips for beginners for the dream as well!] Oh, and I forgot, I'm on the dream - either checking in or walking around searching for roleplay - almost every day.
Fox Personality:
Sohl is a fun-loving, spirited kit whose abilities as a fox are somewhat past what a pup can do his age. The fact that his mother died, leaving him to fend for himself at a young age has deeply impacted him, and because of this he can often act quite distant or wise at times, thinking about things usually more than needed. This young kit is quite a mystery, his mood changes quickly depending on the situation he's faced with, and his stubbornness doesn't help on that part either. Often, he likes to keep people classified as 'ones he knows' for various reasons being the death of his mother, and the fear of loosing another. He's a very unpredictable character, though basks in his hatred for cats, they were the very beast that had slayed his mother. Beware cats, though he's small, cats shouldn't poke their claws at this one.
Age irl: 14 nearly 15 (If you're talking about me o.o)
Rp sample (must be more than 6 sentaces):
Pelt deeper than the darkest night, slinking through the underbrush. Shadow. Wisping, creeping beneath the noses of the unexpected. Such oddity is he, so young, yet, appeared quite serious as each paw drew him nearer to the prize his teeth so desperately wished to kill. His eyes like black dewdrops, locked upon the quail, his white tipped tail flicking, just above sight to the oblivious bird. A branch snapped. The chase began. The fox's form shot right, then left, gaining on the poor creature, white jagged teeth snapping endlessly at the bird's tail feathers as his small body was pressed to its limit. Though the young fox had something to lose, his lunch, and he wasn't about to let that happen. Finally, he got his chance, the quail slowed, just for a split second as its wings flew wide for flight. That was it. In a volley of black, there was a cry. It was so eerie that several birds shot from the trees above in full wing, while others scattered through the bushes. Silence. A waving white tipped tail flicked above the tall grass, body waving like a flag. Success! His jaws tore wildly at the meat as if he hadn't eaten in ages. Blood spilled out onto the vacant dirt, dry without rain, soaking its fill until the soil was dark with a victim's blood. His maw rose at last, his face stained with the life liquid. His eyes seemed to shine. Mother! I did it! I finally succeeded...
Why should you be a fox at ccotm?:
I find foxes absolutely cute! Though that's aside from the point. Personally, I wish to be a fox not only for roleplay - well maybe I'm a little more swayed to wards that point - but to help people as well, and or hang out with the members of the dream, have some fun, loosen up while at the same time enforcing the rules, and making sure that this is a fun environment where everyone is included, treated fairly, and of coarse, having fun. Also, I've played wolves in the past, I know quite a decient bit about foxes, and I really think it would be fun to play one of them seeing as how many cats there are! XD [Is willing to make roleplay tips for beginners for the dream as well!] Oh, and I forgot, I'm on the dream - either checking in or walking around searching for roleplay - almost every day.
Fox Personality:
Sohl is a fun-loving, spirited kit whose abilities as a fox are somewhat past what a pup can do his age. The fact that his mother died, leaving him to fend for himself at a young age has deeply impacted him, and because of this he can often act quite distant or wise at times, thinking about things usually more than needed. This young kit is quite a mystery, his mood changes quickly depending on the situation he's faced with, and his stubbornness doesn't help on that part either. Often, he likes to keep people classified as 'ones he knows' for various reasons being the death of his mother, and the fear of loosing another. He's a very unpredictable character, though basks in his hatred for cats, they were the very beast that had slayed his mother. Beware cats, though he's small, cats shouldn't poke their claws at this one.