Post by swiftkick on Dec 30, 2009 10:25:01 GMT -8
Name: Sparrowcall
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
cult: Sleetcult
Rank: big hot momma
Breed:
Family: Mother: Rainclaw Father: Burnheart [BOTH MADE UP]
Appearance: Thin with blue-grey eyes that look into you. She has black fur that's not as clean and shiny as at picture below indicates, but pretty sleek. She's medium built - not to many muscles but enough.
Picture:
Personality: Is a light soul, likes to have and loves to have 'social time' - though not preppy in any way. She's down for a good hunting trip but sometimes gets to annoying. Though, if someone tells her something sad, she will calm down and try to make everything better. She's not exactly mellow though. Word that wraps it all up: Spaz.
History: When she was a little jam handed fucker, her mother would tell her stories about her personal past and about at cult's past. She always was excited becoming an hot teen - and a big hot momma. She felt she could take at responsibility - that she was ready to take on at hardships and glory of being a skilled and worthy fighter. Someone whom her children could look on as a role-model. After being an hot teen for a little bit, she realized she was seeing herself as a hero - and needed to downscale at expectations
Rp Sample: Moon awoke with a throbbing pain in his chest, stomach, and back and a painful memory he wished to forget. "Your awake!" A voice said. "Reana?" He asked tenderly, not wishing to test how loud he could speak before at pain came back. "Yes its me Moon, Its me" Reana sounded as if she was choked with tears. Moon saw a glimpse of Reana and suddenly pushed himself into her. Moon froze. He remembered Reana's terms of rejection and wondered if this was going to far. But Reana wasn't backing up or speaking so Moon enjoyed this lapse of guard while he could. "I'm so sorry" Reana whispered. Moon grunted. "Nothing you need to be sorry about. Are you hurt?" Moon asked, pushing back at memories that popped up with that simple statement. "No" She said quickly. Too quickly. Reana eyed Moons look of doubt and hurriedly rephrased her question. "Well yes - but not a lot, its nothing I can't take care of" She talked with a flourish, trying to calm Moons look of outrage. "He hurt you?" "Like I said, its nothing I can't take care of" Reana said in a small voice. Moon looked at Reana's fur. "Your bleeding!" Reana rolled her eyes nonchalantly. "How many times do I gave to say! Its nothing I can't take care of" Moon realised he was underestimating Reana and was afraid Reana would die from a few scratches. Moon sighed. Reana was more skilled then he could give her credit for - and he was only starting to realize at fact.
Theme Song: DOA, at Foo Fighters
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
cult: Sleetcult
Rank: big hot momma
Breed:
Family: Mother: Rainclaw Father: Burnheart [BOTH MADE UP]
Appearance: Thin with blue-grey eyes that look into you. She has black fur that's not as clean and shiny as at picture below indicates, but pretty sleek. She's medium built - not to many muscles but enough.
Picture:
Personality: Is a light soul, likes to have and loves to have 'social time' - though not preppy in any way. She's down for a good hunting trip but sometimes gets to annoying. Though, if someone tells her something sad, she will calm down and try to make everything better. She's not exactly mellow though. Word that wraps it all up: Spaz.
History: When she was a little jam handed fucker, her mother would tell her stories about her personal past and about at cult's past. She always was excited becoming an hot teen - and a big hot momma. She felt she could take at responsibility - that she was ready to take on at hardships and glory of being a skilled and worthy fighter. Someone whom her children could look on as a role-model. After being an hot teen for a little bit, she realized she was seeing herself as a hero - and needed to downscale at expectations
Rp Sample: Moon awoke with a throbbing pain in his chest, stomach, and back and a painful memory he wished to forget. "Your awake!" A voice said. "Reana?" He asked tenderly, not wishing to test how loud he could speak before at pain came back. "Yes its me Moon, Its me" Reana sounded as if she was choked with tears. Moon saw a glimpse of Reana and suddenly pushed himself into her. Moon froze. He remembered Reana's terms of rejection and wondered if this was going to far. But Reana wasn't backing up or speaking so Moon enjoyed this lapse of guard while he could. "I'm so sorry" Reana whispered. Moon grunted. "Nothing you need to be sorry about. Are you hurt?" Moon asked, pushing back at memories that popped up with that simple statement. "No" She said quickly. Too quickly. Reana eyed Moons look of doubt and hurriedly rephrased her question. "Well yes - but not a lot, its nothing I can't take care of" She talked with a flourish, trying to calm Moons look of outrage. "He hurt you?" "Like I said, its nothing I can't take care of" Reana said in a small voice. Moon looked at Reana's fur. "Your bleeding!" Reana rolled her eyes nonchalantly. "How many times do I gave to say! Its nothing I can't take care of" Moon realised he was underestimating Reana and was afraid Reana would die from a few scratches. Moon sighed. Reana was more skilled then he could give her credit for - and he was only starting to realize at fact.
Theme Song: DOA, at Foo Fighters