Post by Whinny Sakult on Mar 9, 2009 3:46:18 GMT -5
Full Name: Whinny Sakult
Prefers To Be Called: Whinny
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Class: Sneak
Creature:
Physical Appearance: Very pale hair and skin, slender build, blue eyes. Has a light blue cloak made of suprisingly heavy and thick material. Delicate features and quite pretty. Medium height.
Personality: Off in the clouds and wanders aimlessly through the streets at night, on horseback or not. Though she seems to have absolutely no idea what is going on most of the time, her mind is sharp and she catches every detail, recalling the information when she requires it.
Her imagination is strong and fuels her through the dark times of her life, helping her out of dangerous situations at its best. Although her creativity and mental skill help her alot, she is not particularly strong and is therefore unable to wield alot of the heavier weaponry that the world offers. She is most capable with daggers and bow + arrows, hunting Tarrag with her father and slowly on her own as he loses his vision and hearing, hands becoming shakier by the day. Unfortunately, when she is unable to bring down anything, she is forced to steal. Her mother, a weaver, was killed the day she turned 6. (Nice birthday present)
Extras: Umm, most of her 'personality' should probably be here, but anyway. I like pie?
Picture(optional): Nope none sorry.
(very)Short Sample Post: Whinny pulled back the string of her bow as wind whistled between the trees, carrying the sweet scent of justice through the air. This wretch of a creature had eluded her for three weeks straight, and she knew it by the chip from its left horn, caused by a deflected arrow of hers.
"Closer..," She whispered to herself. "Just a little closer...," The tarrag lifted its shaggy head and belowed, curling the top lip inward as it did so. Buck. Big, juicy, meat-covered buck. Although she cared about animals, she cared more about feeding herself and her father, and hated to have to sneak scales from the pockets of passers-by. She threw her bow to the ground and pulled her sky blue cloak around her body as she felt the wind change direction, desperate for her scent to stay concealed. But the creature smelt her, and charged off into the forest, out of sight and definately out of range.
This meant she'd have to break the law again...
[Ok, So I guess the sample post was quick and not much flowery description, sorry ]
Prefers To Be Called: Whinny
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Class: Sneak
Creature:
Physical Appearance: Very pale hair and skin, slender build, blue eyes. Has a light blue cloak made of suprisingly heavy and thick material. Delicate features and quite pretty. Medium height.
Personality: Off in the clouds and wanders aimlessly through the streets at night, on horseback or not. Though she seems to have absolutely no idea what is going on most of the time, her mind is sharp and she catches every detail, recalling the information when she requires it.
Her imagination is strong and fuels her through the dark times of her life, helping her out of dangerous situations at its best. Although her creativity and mental skill help her alot, she is not particularly strong and is therefore unable to wield alot of the heavier weaponry that the world offers. She is most capable with daggers and bow + arrows, hunting Tarrag with her father and slowly on her own as he loses his vision and hearing, hands becoming shakier by the day. Unfortunately, when she is unable to bring down anything, she is forced to steal. Her mother, a weaver, was killed the day she turned 6. (Nice birthday present)
Extras: Umm, most of her 'personality' should probably be here, but anyway. I like pie?
Picture(optional): Nope none sorry.
(very)Short Sample Post: Whinny pulled back the string of her bow as wind whistled between the trees, carrying the sweet scent of justice through the air. This wretch of a creature had eluded her for three weeks straight, and she knew it by the chip from its left horn, caused by a deflected arrow of hers.
"Closer..," She whispered to herself. "Just a little closer...," The tarrag lifted its shaggy head and belowed, curling the top lip inward as it did so. Buck. Big, juicy, meat-covered buck. Although she cared about animals, she cared more about feeding herself and her father, and hated to have to sneak scales from the pockets of passers-by. She threw her bow to the ground and pulled her sky blue cloak around her body as she felt the wind change direction, desperate for her scent to stay concealed. But the creature smelt her, and charged off into the forest, out of sight and definately out of range.
This meant she'd have to break the law again...
[Ok, So I guess the sample post was quick and not much flowery description, sorry ]
