Post by snowy on Jul 23, 2010 17:05:28 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Reina
Text: R E I N A
Quote: she shot the bullet;; she ended her life
Species: wolf
Age: young-ish adult
Gender: female
Breed: arctic wolf
Colour: white
Physical Appearance: thin, wiry, with white fur and amber-gold eyes.
Personality: reina's quiet, shy. she doesn't trust easily and she isn't very friendly.
Images or References: browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=wolf#/dgzkk8 (NOT MY IMAGE!)
Image Ideas: uhm, just something to go with her personality. doesn't really matter.
Example post with requested character:
She walks along Romance River, her sullen and wary steps leaving rosettes in the sandy dirt along the banks. Her ears are pressed back against the crown of her head, her head down low and that tail pressed between those two wiry legs in the back. Her entire posture is like that of a punished omega, save for those lovely honey-gold eyes that peer from beneath a mask of white. She gives a mighty sigh, a lowly gasp that makes you wonder what exactly this lovely, faerie-like creature has been through in her life.
She wades out into the water, feeling the cool liquid seep beneath her coat and weave itself into her fur, removing the humidity that seems to have piled up. After a few minutes of this swimming, she wonders what it would be like, if she could simply slip into the icy-cold depths of the deepest part of this water-body. What it would feel like if her body was encased in a cocoon of numbness. Her eyes are downcast as she walks with slow steps back out, pixie-face angled down towards the algae and water grasses tangled at her paws, covered in the sweet water and sliding in like a phantom into the night. Looking back towards shore;; towards reality, she watches as a ruddy-red boy steps up onto a rather large, overhanging rock. She knows that, if she went to see him, converse with him, she would be chased off by some other maiden of more beautiful descent. He himself is a bit large.
See, Reina is pretty. But that's all she is.
She looks good enough to get herself a nicely refined mate, should she want one. Her body itself is a wiry mass of legs and angles; her the mountains of her hips jutting from the plains of her flesh. Her coat is a lovely white color, the hue of freshly fallen snow as the heavens crack and release their frozen tears, the hairs matted from her swim in the river. Her eyes are the honey of a bee's nest;; the yellow of the sun as it spills forth rebellious rays to coat the land in a weak, lemony pallor. She is like some ethereal creature;; like a ghost of what she might have been before, and she hates it. What has happened to the Reina who could prance up to a male and win over his heart with a wink? Who could give witty remarks about herself and others within the blink of an eye?
And then it strikes her.
Life happened.
After this thought, her confidence levels rise by a fraction and her head lifts, her tail springing from the pillars of her legs. She trots with an airy grace that any female would envy, but her critical nature keeps Reina from realizing that. A soft smile gracing her lips, she steps onto the rock, a little ways away from him, and attempts to start a conversation when an outgoing, honest she-wolf exuberantly leaps in front of him and asks his name.
Another attempt.
"It's a lovely day, is it not?"
Her clear, feminine tone is laced with a timbre that one would use with an acquaintance.
Comments: n/a
Signature?: n/a
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Blossom Forest RPG // www.blossomforestrpg.com
Specific Artist?: nah.
Thanks to who ever does this for me. <3
Text: R E I N A
Quote: she shot the bullet;; she ended her life
Species: wolf
Age: young-ish adult
Gender: female
Breed: arctic wolf
Colour: white
Physical Appearance: thin, wiry, with white fur and amber-gold eyes.
Personality: reina's quiet, shy. she doesn't trust easily and she isn't very friendly.
Images or References: browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=wolf#/dgzkk8 (NOT MY IMAGE!)
Image Ideas: uhm, just something to go with her personality. doesn't really matter.
Example post with requested character:
She walks along Romance River, her sullen and wary steps leaving rosettes in the sandy dirt along the banks. Her ears are pressed back against the crown of her head, her head down low and that tail pressed between those two wiry legs in the back. Her entire posture is like that of a punished omega, save for those lovely honey-gold eyes that peer from beneath a mask of white. She gives a mighty sigh, a lowly gasp that makes you wonder what exactly this lovely, faerie-like creature has been through in her life.
She wades out into the water, feeling the cool liquid seep beneath her coat and weave itself into her fur, removing the humidity that seems to have piled up. After a few minutes of this swimming, she wonders what it would be like, if she could simply slip into the icy-cold depths of the deepest part of this water-body. What it would feel like if her body was encased in a cocoon of numbness. Her eyes are downcast as she walks with slow steps back out, pixie-face angled down towards the algae and water grasses tangled at her paws, covered in the sweet water and sliding in like a phantom into the night. Looking back towards shore;; towards reality, she watches as a ruddy-red boy steps up onto a rather large, overhanging rock. She knows that, if she went to see him, converse with him, she would be chased off by some other maiden of more beautiful descent. He himself is a bit large.
See, Reina is pretty. But that's all she is.
She looks good enough to get herself a nicely refined mate, should she want one. Her body itself is a wiry mass of legs and angles; her the mountains of her hips jutting from the plains of her flesh. Her coat is a lovely white color, the hue of freshly fallen snow as the heavens crack and release their frozen tears, the hairs matted from her swim in the river. Her eyes are the honey of a bee's nest;; the yellow of the sun as it spills forth rebellious rays to coat the land in a weak, lemony pallor. She is like some ethereal creature;; like a ghost of what she might have been before, and she hates it. What has happened to the Reina who could prance up to a male and win over his heart with a wink? Who could give witty remarks about herself and others within the blink of an eye?
And then it strikes her.
Life happened.
After this thought, her confidence levels rise by a fraction and her head lifts, her tail springing from the pillars of her legs. She trots with an airy grace that any female would envy, but her critical nature keeps Reina from realizing that. A soft smile gracing her lips, she steps onto the rock, a little ways away from him, and attempts to start a conversation when an outgoing, honest she-wolf exuberantly leaps in front of him and asks his name.
Another attempt.
"It's a lovely day, is it not?"
Her clear, feminine tone is laced with a timbre that one would use with an acquaintance.
Comments: n/a
Signature?: n/a
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Blossom Forest RPG // www.blossomforestrpg.com
Specific Artist?: nah.
Thanks to who ever does this for me. <3
