Post by Mistersoup on Feb 23, 2018 5:12:18 GMT
Username: Mistersoup
Character name: Rika
Activity Level (1-10): 8
Character age: 4 years
Character Species: Canine/Wolf
Information or Reference of your character: Rika's body for the most part is a dark color, while his front legs and hind legs are more of a pale color, the same pale color covers half his face, his eyes are bright blue. He's large in size, often towering over others, his fur appears to be long and fluffy making him look more rounder.
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel): Recruit
Preset Link (Optional): www.mediafire.com/file/zl87iopqve3by9w/Mistersoup_11.fhp
What are you looking forward to in RR?: A friend of mine directed me here, so I honestly can't say much on it? But if I had to choose, it'd be making new friends and getting Rika's character out more. I hope to roleplay often with the group if I get accepted.
Role-play Sample (please no one sentence samples):
The night felt cold and bare as a harsh wind blew through, hitting against Rika as he moved forward against it, ignoring the rage it sent his way. His legs screamed at him to stop with each step that was taken, begging for the sweet sense of resting and calmness, but he ignored it as well, he couldn't stop now, not now. He couldn't even place on how long he was running for, only knew he started just as the sun kissed against the waves, and the sky bled a pinkish hue, but now the moon rose high with it's stars lighting up the blackened sky. He had to seek shelter, somewhere he'd be safe for the night, somewhere the dangers of the outside would have no hope of creeping up on him during his most vulnerable state of mind. His blue orbs hastily glanced over his surrounding area, he could feel them grow heavy with exhaustion, his mind became foggy with the promises of resting, his damn legs kept screaming against him. The brute's body began shaking violently as he kept going, yet he forced himself to keep moving refusing to give up, even if sleep sounded like the most wonderful thing he would be given at the moment.
Rika's eyes could barely keep opened, 'Why is it so hard to find a nice den?' He thought to himself as frustration washed over him. His body then came to a stop suddenly, his legs felt wobbly, his eyes hazy and hooded the wind blew violently against him. He felt weak, unable to keep moving forward, the cold wind soon brought him comfort as he fell to the ground below him unable to pick himself back up. He groaned tiredly, attempting to get himself yet with no luck, finally after hours without a stop. The brute gave in to the slumber, letting it take him for the night.
The night felt cold and bare as a harsh wind blew through, hitting against Rika as he moved forward against it, ignoring the rage it sent his way. His legs screamed at him to stop with each step that was taken, begging for the sweet sense of resting and calmness, but he ignored it as well, he couldn't stop now, not now. He couldn't even place on how long he was running for, only knew he started just as the sun kissed against the waves, and the sky bled a pinkish hue, but now the moon rose high with it's stars lighting up the blackened sky. He had to seek shelter, somewhere he'd be safe for the night, somewhere the dangers of the outside would have no hope of creeping up on him during his most vulnerable state of mind. His blue orbs hastily glanced over his surrounding area, he could feel them grow heavy with exhaustion, his mind became foggy with the promises of resting, his damn legs kept screaming against him. The brute's body began shaking violently as he kept going, yet he forced himself to keep moving refusing to give up, even if sleep sounded like the most wonderful thing he would be given at the moment.
Rika's eyes could barely keep opened, 'Why is it so hard to find a nice den?' He thought to himself as frustration washed over him. His body then came to a stop suddenly, his legs felt wobbly, his eyes hazy and hooded the wind blew violently against him. He felt weak, unable to keep moving forward, the cold wind soon brought him comfort as he fell to the ground below him unable to pick himself back up. He groaned tiredly, attempting to get himself yet with no luck, finally after hours without a stop. The brute gave in to the slumber, letting it take him for the night.