Post by Gizmo on Feb 24, 2018 11:17:56 GMT -5
General
Username: -
randomzzz
Desired rank: -
Mercenary +
Character name:
Chaleb "Gizmo" Carran
{Goes by Gizmo, Gizzy, Giz, etc}
Character age:
III years (or so)
Character traits:
More to come through rping, not all may be shown fully
+ Loyal, Loving, Kind, Alert, Clever
= Sarcastic, Stubborn, Emotional, Quiet
- Submissive, Skeptical, Defensive, Sly
Reference/Picture of your character:
The items are just for OOC decoration, can be removed if you want them to be (especially the horns).
I can grab more screenshots if needed.
I can grab more screenshots if needed.
Questions
What makes you want to join?:
I've never joined a nomadic, or gang-like pack such as this, and it is very interesting to me. I'd be fun if it took off.
How did you find us?:
The recruiter was quietly screaming in The Grounds, so naturally I bio stalked the group.
How is your activity?:
9/10 (if not 10/10), practically on FeralHeart every day.
Have you thoroughly read through the rules and promise to abide by them?:
Yeppers
There is an argument going on and things are heated, how will you react?:
I would try to remain calm and try to sort things out correctly and calmly (if I'm apart of it, that is. If it is not my argument, I don't need to butt in).
Please provide a sample of your role-playing skills. Please use one of the prompts below; highlight the prompt you choose to use:
Prompts-
β’ A walk through the rain. (<--- Choosing this one)
β’ An intense confrontation with an aggressive loner.
β’ Seeing a canine struggling to swim as they cross a river.
β’ Admiring the landscape around you as the sun rises.
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The air was cool and crisp, and a soft gust of wind tugged at the leaves as scarce clouds began to gather above. The smell of rain came with the breeze, clogging every nostril around with its smell as the droplets started to fall from the clouds. The shower was light, almost a mist of sorts, as it went on. Water rolled calmly off leaf tips and onto the blades of grass and shorter plants below. Despite this light downpour, the sun still managed to peak from behind the clouds, speckling the ground with its light as the water did. Birds chirped softly and few bugs fluttered about.
Salmon tongue sliding out from dark lips it raked itself over the cheek of its owner, wiping the water from the cheek of a brown canine. The clear droplets of water fell from overhead and onto the beast's pelt, rolling of the tips of his hairs and onto the ground below. The brute quite liked the rain. It was calming, in its own way. The soft patter of the raindrops as they hit, the cool, musky smell, even the cold water misting his pelt was calming. Lumbering along lazily, the hound tilted his head back to eye the sky with his olive gaze. It was quiet the sight, too. The sunlight spread itself in patches around him, glittering off the water droplets.The sky was a light yellow as the earth rotated away from the life giving light for the night. Not bothering to shake the water from his pelt for now the male strolled along the forest path.
The light drizzle was pleasing. Flicking his ear to the sharp call of a bird, Gizmo stopped to take a gander at the new scenery. A lake stretched far before him, the clouded sunlight glittering over it like jewels. Sitting back on his haunches, the hound leaned back against the trunk of a young tree. Though, it must have been too young of a tree, because the wood gave way as it bent back, drenching the coffee colored wolf below with the water that had collected on the large leaves. Jumping up with the brief cold shock, the hound sprung forward. Grumbling he gave his pelt a good shake before continuing on through the rain to the lake, as if he needed more water.
Floating down the hill on soft steps, Gizmo made his way down to the water's edge. Stopping along the shore. Dropping his head down to the water the wolf eyed his reflection. He looked wet, dirty. It was all because of the rain, he supposed. Sliding out his pink tongue the hound lapped at the water, drawing the cool, clear liquid into his jowls with each stroke. The area was calm, nice place for a nap. Finally giving his fur another wringing, the hound backtracked over to a larger tree. The roots arched and twisted, leaving a large enough gap for him to slide under. Once situated the male let out a sigh, wrapping his tail around him. This would be a good nap. Slapping his lips contently, the brute let his lids close slowly as the rain pattered around him.