Post by kather on Dec 15, 2016 16:09:00 GMT -5
((Is this how you do it?))
Your username: kather
Character's name: Kather Sharpclaw
Character's age: 103
Character's attitude: Kind, but a bit sacrastic at times.
Character's Race: Werecat
Character's appearance: In her more humanoid form, she is 5'2. She dons a leather armor peice as her top, and a pair of black trousers as her bottoms. Her hair is mostly black, streaked at strands with some white. Her ears are somewhat cat ears, but in the shape and location of Elvish ears. As for her face, her eyes look somewhat like, well, cat eyes. She has a small nose and sharp teeth.
As a cat, she is of middling height. Her fur is mostly black, ears and tail tipped white. Her fur is likewise speckled white, as is her hair.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: She prefers to fight as a cat with tooth and claw- hence the surname Sharpclaw. However, if needs fight as a human, she weilds a black dagger she calls 'Domia'.
Other Info: She's skilled at speaking in the Ancient Language, but is more skilled in the Human's touge. She knows approximately one word in Dwarvish, and none of the Urgal's speech.
History: She was born on the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden. Her sire and mother were always unknown to her. She lived in Ceunon for a little while after she grew to a respectable age, choosing to spend much time as a cat (to mainly avoid taxes). She moved into Du Weldenvarden at the age of 32. She lived near Osilon for a while. She, however, preferred to live in the wilderness, disliking the elves' avoidence of meat. After a Blood-oath celebration, she moved closer to Ellesméra. She currently lives near Ellesméra, sometimes in, sometimes out. Occasionally she leaves the saftly of the Elven forests, although trips are rare due to the length of trips and lack of money. When she dose leave, she explores the lands near the Spine, such as Carvahall and Therinsford.
Role Play Sample: It was night. The werecat was in the forests of Du Weldenvarden, her golden eyes on a mouse scurrying though the bush. When it had stopped, she forsaked her makeshift hiding place and pounced on the rodent. With a couple bites, the once struggling rodent was still.
She again cursed her lack of magic, for the rat would taste rather bland without it being cooked. She buried the organs and began to eat the rat.
After a few minutes, she lifted her head, her sharp teeth bloodied by her meal. Sniffing the air, she quickly affirmed that nothing was attacking her. She began to dig another hole to bury the bones of the rodent. However, she put the skull aside. Besides, what's the fun of hunting if you don't keep any momentos?
Your username: kather
Character's name: Kather Sharpclaw
Character's age: 103
Character's attitude: Kind, but a bit sacrastic at times.
Character's Race: Werecat
Character's appearance: In her more humanoid form, she is 5'2. She dons a leather armor peice as her top, and a pair of black trousers as her bottoms. Her hair is mostly black, streaked at strands with some white. Her ears are somewhat cat ears, but in the shape and location of Elvish ears. As for her face, her eyes look somewhat like, well, cat eyes. She has a small nose and sharp teeth.
As a cat, she is of middling height. Her fur is mostly black, ears and tail tipped white. Her fur is likewise speckled white, as is her hair.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons: She prefers to fight as a cat with tooth and claw- hence the surname Sharpclaw. However, if needs fight as a human, she weilds a black dagger she calls 'Domia'.
Other Info: She's skilled at speaking in the Ancient Language, but is more skilled in the Human's touge. She knows approximately one word in Dwarvish, and none of the Urgal's speech.
History: She was born on the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden. Her sire and mother were always unknown to her. She lived in Ceunon for a little while after she grew to a respectable age, choosing to spend much time as a cat (to mainly avoid taxes). She moved into Du Weldenvarden at the age of 32. She lived near Osilon for a while. She, however, preferred to live in the wilderness, disliking the elves' avoidence of meat. After a Blood-oath celebration, she moved closer to Ellesméra. She currently lives near Ellesméra, sometimes in, sometimes out. Occasionally she leaves the saftly of the Elven forests, although trips are rare due to the length of trips and lack of money. When she dose leave, she explores the lands near the Spine, such as Carvahall and Therinsford.
Role Play Sample: It was night. The werecat was in the forests of Du Weldenvarden, her golden eyes on a mouse scurrying though the bush. When it had stopped, she forsaked her makeshift hiding place and pounced on the rodent. With a couple bites, the once struggling rodent was still.
She again cursed her lack of magic, for the rat would taste rather bland without it being cooked. She buried the organs and began to eat the rat.
After a few minutes, she lifted her head, her sharp teeth bloodied by her meal. Sniffing the air, she quickly affirmed that nothing was attacking her. She began to dig another hole to bury the bones of the rodent. However, she put the skull aside. Besides, what's the fun of hunting if you don't keep any momentos?
It's also a very nice app. I'm sorry for the delay.
