Post by Sharubii on Feb 26, 2008 6:43:47 GMT -5
Character outline
About You
Name: Sharubii
Age: 14
How long you've been roleplaying: I DUNNO A COUPLA YEARS
Other: Super Mouse will one day rule the earth.
In Character
Name: Nerium
Date of Birth: July 2
Age: 5 years
Breed: Timber wolf
Gender: Male
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Image: Not mandatory.
Anything else you want to put(ex. likes, lineage, ect.) can be placed wherever.
About You
Name: Sharubii
Age: 14
How long you've been roleplaying: I DUNNO A COUPLA YEARS
Other: Super Mouse will one day rule the earth.
In Character
Name: Nerium
Date of Birth: July 2
Age: 5 years
Breed: Timber wolf
Gender: Male
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Image: Not mandatory.
Anything else you want to put(ex. likes, lineage, ect.) can be placed wherever.
Roleplay example
His sleek dark-grey fur, his obsidian eyes, the lighter grey speckles that dusted his fur, everything about him was grayscale. The phrase “Life isn’t all black and white” did not really include him, and he made no generalization on that small detail. He was content with his physical appearance; in fact, he thought of it very useful, this rock-like fur he bore upon his skin. That was the perfect description, as well: Rock-like.
Probably the only special quality about this brute was that he could blend in with his surroundings just by keeping still. He could lie down, jet-black eyes unblinking, and lay perfectly still, as if he was rooted at the spot. He would invariably look like a rock to the casual gazer, and could even be mistaken for being part of an actual boulder that he sometimes chose to sit by. All in all, he had the right physical qualities for his job.
And he did his job very, very well.
As he was proud of what he did, it was hard for him to keep quiet about it. He could be a perfectly gentlemanly type of wolf, even at the most absurd times, smiling and talking politely to the person he was facing, even sitting down and curling his tail over his paws in a neat little manner. He could talk easily to even the most bitter of his enemies, like a smooth ballet, and the music was that of a heavy metal rock band. Both bitter and sweet, that he could be.
The most remarkable quality he possessed was his stealth, and his ability to silently kill others. He knew how to mask his scent so that it would be as if nothing was amiss, and that nobody was there except one’s lone self. This, he knew, was the most crucial ability that he needed to fulfill his job description: Paid assassin.
Yes. An assassin was the perfect position for him to take. He was a loner, he was owned by no pack, and because of that, he could get desperate alphas, betas, subordinates, and even omegas to bribe him into service. He always let them know he wasn’t interested, that he didn’t want to kill anyone just yet. In truth, he could care less if he took another life, and his prices were always high for doing such a task. Very, very high.
In the end, he would get a lot. He could get a month’s worth of food, fresh kill brought to him everyday. He could get precious trinkets that he could trade with some numbskulls for better, more useful things. Sometimes, he could even get stretches of land from alphas who were convinced that one of their pack was a mutineer. He grinned to himself, shaking his head as he broke his silent reverie. He was, who he was.
And he was Nerium.
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