Post by alexis on Nov 30, 2007 18:10:50 GMT -5
Hello! My name is { Alexis. !
I am { 16.
I have been roleplaying for { Five-six years, off and on mostly. , and here is a sample post of mine.
Sample:
(from a wolf rp. hope it's okay.)
{ Sunrise. A small, everyday thing that Koa had learned to enjoy. Some did not appreciate a beautiful thing when they saw it every single day, but she had learned to. What if one morning, you rose early to greet the dawn, but there was no sun, only blackness. What if never again would the sun grace the sky? They would wish they had seen the sunrise, one last time. Would they not? What if there were no more beautiful things in the world, only dakrness... Of course many would like this change for opposites. But many, also, would die because of it. Lights, and darks. Two complete opposites but so greatly the same thing.
Koa figured, if the world was to fall apart, whether for light, or dark, it would be one side, and the neutrals left. Say the world never had a darkness, it all was peaceful, no one ever fought, but used their words as a manner of communication. Then the darks would die off, or try to move away from the light, and die trying. And the neutrals would still go on, because they could go either way, but they would be the only ones to cause trouble or fights, so the lights may try to kill them off. If the world turned to darkness, everything in ruin, and wolves were always fighting and bloodthirsty, never quenching their blood lust like wild beasts... Again, the neutrals and the darks would be the only ones alive.
Koa knew she should not debate on things like this, and it was rather pointless to hold a blabbering thought life. But she had always been like that, all her life, which was a short period of time, she has asked questions. She had gotten in trouble many times for asking the wrong questions or, too many. Her brother had always told her the right, and wrong questions to ask, and correct times to ask the right questions. These tactics proved useful when talking to a pack alpha. Though, Koa has had little experience with that, since the only alpha she had talked to, was her father over a year ago. And that wasn't often at all. She hadn't been in a pack since. She knew it would probably be safer in a pack, but she wasn't going to go crawling into random pack lands and request membership.
Koa was sitting in the grass, silver eyes locked on the sunrise, thinking of all these things. Some were all at once, others were one at a time. She had zoned out of reality, and was in her own reality as she watched the sun rise slowly above the horizon line. Soon, she would have to turn her eyes away, for the sun would blind her vision. But she directed her vision to the beautiful colors in the sky. The purple, yellow, and blues... She knew that the sun wouldn't last too long, for clouds would cover it later in the day, and it may snow. Though, Koa didn't think it was quite cold enough to snow yet. The rays of sun had begun to dance across the frosted grass that was dying away in winters chill.
This winter, would be Koa's second winter. She reflected back on the time when she was the only survivor of her litter. She did wish at times that her brother and sister had lived, they both had dark coats, her mother said. Koa also remembered being the only wolf in her pack to have lighter fur, let alone silver. Her father told her she got her silver from her great grandfather, who was a brilliant silver, with silver eyes, like she was. Needless to say, she was the strongest and first born in the litter. She also outlasted some other litter's pups during that harsh winter. She remembered the fights that broke out in her pack over food, and other things. They were all so angry, and going mad from the hunger. She remembered when they had to eat a pack member that had died from the cold. It had been hard on all of them.
An icy wind blew hard, whipping and whistling around the strong trees that was near the clearing where Koa sat. The wind hit her harshly, pushing her so hard, she almost fell over, but she instinctively put a paw out, making her stance a bit wider in her sitting position. She hated harsh winters, her memories weren't that fond. She wondered if she could last this winter, as a loner. It was going to be harder, she knew that. She was young, and strong. But winter had crushed many young, and strong wolves before. She doubted that it would pass up the chance to get to her either. The last thing she wanted to do was die in the crushing cold and darkness because she could not find shelter. Even if she could find shelter, it was difficult to keep warm, even with the wind cut from you.
As the sun rose to her eye level, she turned her gaze away from the blinding light. The sunlight shone on her silver coat, lighting it like a beacon in the early morning mist. She then stood and turned away from the sun. She shook the ice and frost from her coat, drying it some. She had been sitting there some of the night, and all of the early morning hours, so dew had settled on her, and turned to frost. She had found shelter, but had not been able to sleep. She shivered against the cold, her breath coming out in a shaky sigh. She took a few steps back toward the woods but sat again, her head down. She had not seen her brother in weeks, she was a mixture of worried, tired, cold, and lonely. And without another thought, tipped her head back and let out a soulful cry of a howl that pierced the frigged morning air. It had different pitches, telling others where she was, and to come if they wished. Her call finished, her ears flicking around, silver eyes glinting...
{ Dalton Black.
Name:
Dalton Black.
Age:
Twenty-one.
Gender:
Male.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.
Social Standing:
Adult.
Physical Appearance:
The best place to start, would be at the top, and work down. Dalton has dirty blond hair, by natural color. Though, it isn't often, he has been known to dye it different colors. The most frequent color is just a lighter blond. Sometimes he'll dye it to where it's a darker brown color. His hair will also vary in length at times. He might let it grow out to where you could call it shaggy, but this usually doesn't last too long. He prefers his hair to be short, buzz cut, or spiked in some way. His hair is never a real chore to keep up with.
Dalton's eyes are the windows to his soul, as most would say. In earlier years, you could tell his emotions, whatever they were, just by looking into his eyes. But now, as he has gotten older, you'll be lucky to detect any emotion from these eyes anymore. They are a beautiful blue that can easily get you lost in their gaze. His eyes cannot change color, but simply shades, when his moods change. This, he can't mask, only most people don't learn the color pattern. When he is in a normal, emotionless mood, they are an ocean blue. When he's angry, they change to a light blue. Sad, depressed, or worried, they change to a greenish blue hue.
His skin is usually, always kept smooth. He has a light tan to his skin as well. Of course, he doesn't go without the occasional blemish or scar. No one goes their whole life without at least a little acne, but he definitely doesn't have a problem with it. He does, however, have more scars than he would like. The ones that are most evident, is one on his back to the left where someone stabbed him with a knife. There are some scars scattered lightly over his back that are hardly noticeable anymore. The ones on his wrists are the ones he hates the most. They aren't from self harm, but they look like burns, or something that dug into him from long ago. There are also small scars on his hands and knuckles from all the fights he's been in.
Dalton's body is well built, and shows his athletic nature. He isn't extremely bulky, or bulky at all. His muscles are well defined, and toned. He works out fairly often, to keep himself in shape. A shirtless Dalton, reveals well sculpted abs as well. For him, he can't work out enough, but he never lifts anything too heavy for any long period of time to avoid getting too bulked up. He wants to keep himself roughly at this stage, in very good shape, and fit. A lot of his fitness has come from street fighting, a past occupation of his. He will also still frequently street fight, but only for money.
As for his choice of clothing, it's typically a wide variety. He won't be caught dead in too bright colors, however. White is okay, just no pinks, purples, bright greens, etcetera. He typically wears a pair of blue jeans, his black and red vans, and a t-shirt of some sort. He wears layers often, maybe a muscle shirt, then a regular blue jean shirt, then his hoodie. It's a mix with him, usually. If he's not wearing long sleeves, he almost always has two leather bracelets over his wrists. They are about two inches wide and cover his wrists well. They are black leather, his right one has metal studs, the other is just black leather.
Personality:
Dalton can be described so many ways, it would be difficult to count. It all depends on who you ask. You ask his mother, she'll say; sadistic, cruel, a mistake, stupid, monster, violent, bastard, and other colorful names. Now, you ask his half-brother, he'd say; underachiever, wild, crazy, and he'll even say he doesn't have a brother. The smartest thing to do, would be to take it to his friends, nearly all of them say; fun, joker, partier, hardcore, bad ass, quiet, mysterious, reckless, protective, and several other things. If you asked all these people, you'd get a real interesting mix, right? But who should you believe? His mother or his half-brother, who have lived with him nearly all his life? Or his friends?
The real question is, who is he really? A tough-guy. He's someone to take all his emotions, and flush them down the drain. Even if he is truly upset, or bothered, he'd never let it show. He's always okay, even when he's not. He has never found a reason to tell anyone any different. If you tell them that everything is okay, whether it is or not, they'll leave you alone. At least, that's what they did to Dalton. Then again, most never really paid attention if he was really upset or not. He could have had his arm broken, it be backwards, someone ask him if he's okay, he says yeah, they'll shrug and walk off. He never will find a reason to confess his emotions, or his real feelings.
A partier. He loves a good party. Mostly a dangerous one.
History: { also five-six paragraphs.
Family Details:
Maria Dolton - Mother - Alive - Seattle, Washington
Marcus Black - Step father - Coma - Seattle, Washington
Terrence Black - Half brother - Alive - New York City
Other:
Not that I can think of.
For my application to be approved, I know that:
living is easy with eyes closed.