Post by Serendipity on Feb 18, 2018 3:02:43 GMT
Username:
Winnie
Character name:
Serendipity
Activity Level (1-10):
6-7
Character age:
Three years.
Character Species (if a custom species, pm an admin):
Typical wolf.
Information or Reference of your character:
Serendipity, to the eye, is white and varying shades of grey, with a sickle tail and dashes along her back and tail. She has one scar running down her left shoulder. She looks rather bored most of the time.
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel):
Recruit
Preset Link (Optional):
tinyurl.com/serendipityv1
What are you looking forward to in RR?:
I am mostly looking forward to meeting new people. I played FH a long time ago and only recently returned, so I am looking to find new connections and explore the game again. I'm really looking for a group I can devote my time into and see progress without fearing that the group will disband the next day.
Role-play Sample (please no one sentence samples):
The waves of wheat and other meadow-frequenting vegetation made clear way for the monochromatic maiden, a true vision of confidence and, albeit, arrogance. Serendipity's skull held high as she made silent progress on her journey, for her mind was elsewhere. In this meadow, bordered by woodlands on all adjacent boundaries except eastern, it was once that the vixen had seen her brethren become fools, where they abandoned what pride and strength they had for fear and uncertainty. To Serendipity, cowardice felled all. So she continued, making no problem of little daisies or lavenders that found their way into her path. Bicolor audits sat high atop her crown, the poised dame allowed her pools to fixate upon the very boulder that she witnessed her matriarch bow before. Funny how her matriarch once stood atop it, a queen of all, just to frightfully bow below when some other, more deceitful fatale claimed it as her own. If it had been Serendipity up there, she might have just pushed the newer shebeast right off. But Serendipity had been but a whelp, and times had changed. Now, there was no canid to occupy these plains she had called home, no canid who dared to challenge what seemed to be a curse on the land. For when one settled in this meadow and eventually found his way to the curse, he would always lose, because cowardice felled all.
Winnie
Character name:
Serendipity
Activity Level (1-10):
6-7
Character age:
Three years.
Character Species (if a custom species, pm an admin):
Typical wolf.
Information or Reference of your character:
Serendipity, to the eye, is white and varying shades of grey, with a sickle tail and dashes along her back and tail. She has one scar running down her left shoulder. She looks rather bored most of the time.
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel):
Recruit
Preset Link (Optional):
tinyurl.com/serendipityv1
What are you looking forward to in RR?:
I am mostly looking forward to meeting new people. I played FH a long time ago and only recently returned, so I am looking to find new connections and explore the game again. I'm really looking for a group I can devote my time into and see progress without fearing that the group will disband the next day.
Role-play Sample (please no one sentence samples):
The waves of wheat and other meadow-frequenting vegetation made clear way for the monochromatic maiden, a true vision of confidence and, albeit, arrogance. Serendipity's skull held high as she made silent progress on her journey, for her mind was elsewhere. In this meadow, bordered by woodlands on all adjacent boundaries except eastern, it was once that the vixen had seen her brethren become fools, where they abandoned what pride and strength they had for fear and uncertainty. To Serendipity, cowardice felled all. So she continued, making no problem of little daisies or lavenders that found their way into her path. Bicolor audits sat high atop her crown, the poised dame allowed her pools to fixate upon the very boulder that she witnessed her matriarch bow before. Funny how her matriarch once stood atop it, a queen of all, just to frightfully bow below when some other, more deceitful fatale claimed it as her own. If it had been Serendipity up there, she might have just pushed the newer shebeast right off. But Serendipity had been but a whelp, and times had changed. Now, there was no canid to occupy these plains she had called home, no canid who dared to challenge what seemed to be a curse on the land. For when one settled in this meadow and eventually found his way to the curse, he would always lose, because cowardice felled all.
