Post by Kimmie on Mar 16, 2009 13:54:57 GMT -5
Full Name: Rosemary
Prefers To Be Called: Rose
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Class: Rider
Creature: None (At the moment)
Physical Appearance: She's about 5'8 her hair is a dark brown and reaches just below her shoulder blades, she weighs about 150 pounds, which (just to clarify), is not fat at her height. Her eyes are hazel, and her skin color is a light tan. She can usually be found wearing a dress.
Personality: She is stubborn and headstrong, if she's wrong about something she probably won't admit it, she likes to argue... alot. She usually acts childish, although she can be serious at times. She also tries to make everything she does fun.
Extras: None
Picture(optional): None
Short Sample Post: A gentle breeze blew across the meadow of wildflowers, disturbing the perfect stillness. A young doe grazed on what little grass grew in between the sweet smelling flowers. Not far from the little one the herd, and her mother stood. All was quiet and alert, they lifted there heads at almost every sound. The young doe never lifted her head, she was safe at the moment. The saying goes, There is strength in numbers.
The deer gathered together once the herd was fed. The head of the herd led everyone off into the distant plains filled with lush grass used mostly for resting, that is where they settled and slept after the day was done. That, is where the young were born, raised, and fed, a continuous cycle of life.
Prefers To Be Called: Rose
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Class: Rider
Creature: None (At the moment)
Physical Appearance: She's about 5'8 her hair is a dark brown and reaches just below her shoulder blades, she weighs about 150 pounds, which (just to clarify), is not fat at her height. Her eyes are hazel, and her skin color is a light tan. She can usually be found wearing a dress.
Personality: She is stubborn and headstrong, if she's wrong about something she probably won't admit it, she likes to argue... alot. She usually acts childish, although she can be serious at times. She also tries to make everything she does fun.
Extras: None
Picture(optional): None
Short Sample Post: A gentle breeze blew across the meadow of wildflowers, disturbing the perfect stillness. A young doe grazed on what little grass grew in between the sweet smelling flowers. Not far from the little one the herd, and her mother stood. All was quiet and alert, they lifted there heads at almost every sound. The young doe never lifted her head, she was safe at the moment. The saying goes, There is strength in numbers.
The deer gathered together once the herd was fed. The head of the herd led everyone off into the distant plains filled with lush grass used mostly for resting, that is where they settled and slept after the day was done. That, is where the young were born, raised, and fed, a continuous cycle of life.