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Post by silvergreenfurret on Jun 1, 2008 0:02:18 GMT -5
character's name:Gads
species:50% horsea, 25% Feebas, 25% Magikarp
age{in actual years or in general life phases}: 6 months, Sexually mature fish, but not full bodied yet
sex: Male
description:Horsea in shape. Fugly. A muddy mess of dull semi-metallic colors blurring around spikey scales, tattered fins and over sized lips on a pot-bellied body. Two sunken staring eyes, the color of silt, weakly reflect the light from the surface of the water.
personality: Looking overweight and diseased, Gads has learned to hide himself to avoid being picked on. He could be nice, but has had no opportunities to do so. He might be brave, but prefers not to make a spectacle of himself.
history: So far as he knows, Gads is the last of a batch of fry dumped in the ocean, the end result of failed experimental breeding to create a fancy balloon variety of horseas to mass market.
it isn't much, but I hope it'll do.
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Post by wynnyelle on Jun 1, 2008 0:07:02 GMT -5
poor little guy!! He deserves a chance!
Welcome to the game, Mistie! I'll try and think up a chara to RP with ya!
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Post by Destiny on Jun 1, 2008 0:08:58 GMT -5
I have many characters for you to RP with just tell me witch one yo want!
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Post by silvergreenfurret on May 6, 2009 16:50:49 GMT -5
Well, thought I might try another one.... see where this goes.
character's name: Nero
species: Poochyena
age{in actual years or in general life phases}: A little over a year.
sex: Male
description: Lanky, yet to put on his final adult muscle. His coat is buff, sandy in color with flecks of proper black and grey poking out down his thin mane, down his back and tail. He has the normal black socks and face mask. His eyes are golden brown.
personality: He is hungry, sometime irritable because of his belly's undying request for food. He may seem greedy, self centered, but if given the time to think about his actions instead of his stomach, he might find that he has the capacity to care about the life of another. He doesn't speak much and may seem startled by yelling or loud sounds.
history: Nero was born out on the fringes of the savanah. His parents were forbidden by the clan alpha to produce cubs, but he was still conceived. His first memories were of the smell of his mother's fear, and the silence of his den. His father and mother were strict on him and his young sibblings. He did not know then what danger he was truely in.
Shortly after his weaning, his father stopped appearing. He could remember his mother's sadness, how heavy her face seemed all the time. He never asked why he no longer returned. He decided one day to find out for himself. His belly ached and cried so loud for food he was sure he was breaking the rule of quiet he and his sibblings still lived under. That dusk, his mother was gone, and his sibblings were sleeping so they would not feel their hunger. Nero snuck out slowly from his den and slunk through the grasses. He would find nothing for all his travels and return to the smell of terror and blood.
The luck of wind kept him safely hidden beneath a scraggly bush. He watched and wept in silence. The sight of his mother harassed, bitten, then dragged away by others of their kind was burned in details so clear he would have nightmares about it every night for the next season.
He didn't know what to do, or where to go. He thought that if he found his father.... maybe he might help.
Nero let fear and hunger guide him over the rolling hills. Over the seasons, he learned first to take the leftovers from other kills. Then he learned to end the life of weaker pokemon fallen victem to poor luck.
One evening, he did find his father. The mightyena was broken, torn open and dying. He didn't recognise his own son, but Nero's mind didn't have enough memories built up to cloud his past. He knew he was watching his sire die. He could do nothing more but watch his father's last breath, his body jerk and twitch as his essence was ripped from living flesh. Nero stood in a pool of his father's blood, then drank.
Hunger ruled him. Hunger drove him. Hunger kept him alive. That night, hunger was satisfied by his father one last time.
The next day, Nero ran. He would find his way in this world. He was determined to fill the empty feelings inside him and gain the skill he needed to keep his hunger at bay.
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