Post by s h y l e r on Apr 24, 2009 19:27:43 GMT -5
eye colour: dark grey. Almost charcoal
Age: 3, a yound bear. Recently left her mother
coat colour: Smoky grey, dark. Off-black.
Gender: Female
alliance: angel
race: black bear
personality:
Age: 3, a yound bear. Recently left her mother
coat colour: Smoky grey, dark. Off-black.
Gender: Female
alliance: angel
race: black bear
personality:
Shyler is a quiet. Contendable bear. She can be frisky and enjoys using her bubbling energy. She is shy at first but soon, once known she becomes louder. She has never been one to be in your face and rarely starts conflict.appearance:
A small bear. Only standing on fours at 4 ft high. She has thick, smoky grey fur. A white diamond on her chest. She has large intelligent eyes and a kind look about her. Her coat may be long and thick but is almost silky at the touch. Her ears are large and covered with over grown fur.role play sample:
from another site. Played by me.how did you find us: I created the site
She stood. Limping slightly upon her injured foot. Her dark blues, switching their focus often. The colour of storm clouds approaching. Wide open and anxious. Her nude lips, soft and without cracks. Unpolishd by lipstick. Her deliacte bodice, petite and thin boned. Her long, lean legs strutted down the dark pathway. Her bare feet striking the damp stone surface of the concrete. Her feet. Rough and bleeding although she felt little pain.
Her straw coloured hair billowed roughly around her dial and features were framed by the short, tatty bangs. The rags of her clothes clung to her corpse like a shadow. Dangling by just a thread. Faded over time and stained brown from the dirt. Her pale skin illuminating against the contrasting darknss of the nights sky. She was on her way to the pub. To loosen up and meet new creatures. She didn't fit in with human beings. It was a good thing they were dead for she was an angel. A heavenly, angelic angel. Who never wished evil upon anyone.
As she strolled down the lane the bushes to her left roughled. Brushing the sharp branches that were their fingers upon her flesh. Drawing thin scratches to her legs. Blood soon begin to fall. A noise caught her aud and she turned sharply. Her eyes wide in anticipation. A stench filled her nares and she nervously trembled. What was it that was out to get her?