Post by Rosenslav on Feb 18, 2018 5:20:47 GMT
 A P P L I C A T I O N . Username . .Purgatory. . Character Name . Rosenslav Durnovo Mirkovic . Activity Level (1-10) . About a 6 or 7 . Character Age . 3 Years Old . Character Species . Canis Dirus (Dire Wolf) x Canis Lupus (Gray Wolf) (Can accommodate for restrictions.) . Information or Reference of Your Character . Rosenslav is fairly simple in appearance. His base colour is a rich obsidian. A translucent snowy mask engulfs the majority of his skull, though a stretch of milky opaque alabaster, beginning from the base of his nose bridge, is painted up & over his forehead before seemingly melting into the same rich pigment of white of his mane. Once more at the base of the nose bridge, but a bit higher, two thick streaks fork off on either side of his face to run along the length of chiseled cheek bones before halting upon the farther end of his cheeks. The same opaque whiteness is also transferred to his chest, spreading on either side of his physique, over his shoulders, & reaching far before coming to a sharp point around the end of his ribcage. Crimson red streaks are also painted beneath each eye like war paint, standing bright in contrast against the white of his markings & the dark hollows of his eyes. . Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel) . Recruit . Preset Link . None yet. . What are you looking forward to in RR? . Something I look forward to upon joining RR is companionship. I've been lacking in said field for a while now & perhaps joining a social group once again could potentially coax me back into the loop of things. Another thing I look forward to is working on my roleplaying skills. I've grown rusty in my affinity, as it had been a while since I've exercised it well. And I don't plan on losing/neglecting my abilities so passively. So I hope to step out of my comfort zone when it comes to roleplaying, try something new for a change. We'll just see. . Roleplay Sample . You know what I think? The madman murmured into the brisk evening air. It had been so long since the anomalous could recall setting out to walk upon the land of the living. A body hiding away in the shadows, simply observing the life that passed before his eyes. Alone, with nothing but mother nature soothing his isolation, he felt no enmity, only a tropic sensation of titillating vivication cascading through his veins. His body was rigid, skeleton jutting every which way in contrast with his skin which was pulled unnaturally in those directions. Tendrils of obsidian tumbled with the light breeze. The air unsettled not only the beast but the nature which was paved peacefully around him. Yet another eve marked by the chill of autumn, plaintive moans of each sakura tree reverberating through the air, quiet, but echoing so deeply across the expanse of opulent wilderness. His very breath emerged from his coal lined lips in a frigid cloud. The winds choked the branches, devoured leaves & molested the foliage, a tyrant of its own creation. The entity swirled & danced, invisible skeleton knocking to form a noise which ominously whistled, dampening the man's voice ever so slightly as the impish sound escaped from his throat. You're mad, The hessian mused to himself, the blackness of his eyes being snuffed out by gray lashes. The breeze caressed him gently though, running its bony fingers beneath his jawline & running the length of his face before tumbling away. He felt its cold touch encroach upon his most private of places, slipping easily between lean legs & soothing itself against his ribcage. It carried with it not only the scent of fall, but the scent of something much more desirable. Something so faint but so unmistakable it forced the master's heart to thud & his stomach to claw at his throat. His tendons pulled & his muscles displaced, stretching ever so slightly to allow the man to impel his angular face into the wind. Eyes would blink out of sync as they stare across the territory, a gaze searching out any sort of presence. A part of his mind screaming to turn back, leave this place before trouble could have a chance to be found. Yet another wanted nothing more than to see what was here. Come into contact with one of their own who dwelled in these lands as he did. And without much other thought, a course is set toward where these feelings of others grow strongest. An overpowering presence radiating from the gaping maw of the darkened caverns stretched before them. (c) Vexabant |
