Post by mirage on Jan 7, 2012 3:03:46 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Carlin
Gender: Female
Breed: Shiba Inu
Age: 1 1/2
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: www.deviantart.com/download/271768010/fursona_reference__2012__by_miragewolf-d4hsxje.png
Appearance: Tri-Colored shiba inu, 21 inches high at the head. Old tattered leather collar, nearly torn in half. Scars scattered along her back and front legs, a few fresh cuts on her front paws. Snaggle teeth peek out under her the top of her maw, bi-colored eyes, left eye dark brown, right eye deep sapphire. When she walks she keeps herself low to the ground, her ears usually laid back submissively.
Personality: She's very cautious and soft spoken, not entirely trusting of strangers, but something urges her to befriend them. Afraid of loud noises, such as thunder and crashes. Very docile, and would not stick up for herself, but would defend her loved ones with her life if need be. Doesn't do well alone, and craves company of others she can trust. Once comfortable around someone, she's more relaxed and upbeat, usually playful and making jokes. Extremely curious, and often let's things distract her.
History:The young shiba stared intently into the old, lifeless house. It was pitch black and silent, almost serene, something foreign to the young female. It was usually echoing with the drunken slurs of her human, and the clash of glass against the pavement of the back yard. Shards littered the area which she was imprisoned, teethered to a wooden stake for which she was tied to since she arrived. She was given as an unwanted gift, and was quickly sentenced to her life on a short rope, bottles flung in her direction whenever she let out a howl for attention, freedom, or food. She learned to keep quiet, and she would be fed. But something was wrong. It had been days with no sign of her human, and hunger stung at her stomach, causing her to whine softly. Flinching, she expected him to rush out yelling, but still, the house didn't even make a creak.He was gone. As if he'd... vanished. But that's not possible, is it? The small shiba inu stood up and walked to the end of her lead, bits of glass digging at her paws, and let out a loud yip, which echoed through the streets. "..." Nothing. She barked repetitively in a paniced frenzy, lunging at the house. Snap. The rope suddenly tore, causing her to hit the glass scattered pavement in a thud. Could this be it? Freedom?
Relations: N/A
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example: Uhm, oh, oops. I kind of wrote the history as my rp example. I should really read these forms through before I do them... Would it be alright if that was the example?
Miscellaneous:
Other accounts: Nope.
OOC Name: Carlin, or Mirage. Whatever you'd like.
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Nope.
How long have you been RPing?: I'm kind of new.
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Google search!
Character Name: Carlin
Gender: Female
Breed: Shiba Inu
Age: 1 1/2
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: www.deviantart.com/download/271768010/fursona_reference__2012__by_miragewolf-d4hsxje.png
Appearance: Tri-Colored shiba inu, 21 inches high at the head. Old tattered leather collar, nearly torn in half. Scars scattered along her back and front legs, a few fresh cuts on her front paws. Snaggle teeth peek out under her the top of her maw, bi-colored eyes, left eye dark brown, right eye deep sapphire. When she walks she keeps herself low to the ground, her ears usually laid back submissively.
Personality: She's very cautious and soft spoken, not entirely trusting of strangers, but something urges her to befriend them. Afraid of loud noises, such as thunder and crashes. Very docile, and would not stick up for herself, but would defend her loved ones with her life if need be. Doesn't do well alone, and craves company of others she can trust. Once comfortable around someone, she's more relaxed and upbeat, usually playful and making jokes. Extremely curious, and often let's things distract her.
History:The young shiba stared intently into the old, lifeless house. It was pitch black and silent, almost serene, something foreign to the young female. It was usually echoing with the drunken slurs of her human, and the clash of glass against the pavement of the back yard. Shards littered the area which she was imprisoned, teethered to a wooden stake for which she was tied to since she arrived. She was given as an unwanted gift, and was quickly sentenced to her life on a short rope, bottles flung in her direction whenever she let out a howl for attention, freedom, or food. She learned to keep quiet, and she would be fed. But something was wrong. It had been days with no sign of her human, and hunger stung at her stomach, causing her to whine softly. Flinching, she expected him to rush out yelling, but still, the house didn't even make a creak.He was gone. As if he'd... vanished. But that's not possible, is it? The small shiba inu stood up and walked to the end of her lead, bits of glass digging at her paws, and let out a loud yip, which echoed through the streets. "..." Nothing. She barked repetitively in a paniced frenzy, lunging at the house. Snap. The rope suddenly tore, causing her to hit the glass scattered pavement in a thud. Could this be it? Freedom?
Relations: N/A
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example: Uhm, oh, oops. I kind of wrote the history as my rp example. I should really read these forms through before I do them... Would it be alright if that was the example?
Miscellaneous:
Other accounts: Nope.
OOC Name: Carlin, or Mirage. Whatever you'd like.
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Nope.
How long have you been RPing?: I'm kind of new.
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Google search!