Post by xwh on Dec 5, 2017 15:22:19 GMT
Username:
xwarhound
Character name:
Chidike Ohakim
Activity Level (1-10):
Ranges from between 4-7.
Character age:
5 years old.
Character Species (if a custom species, pm an admin):
I was thinking about either a Cave hyena or Pachycrocuta brevirostris. If none of those are okay with the staff, a Spotted hyena can also do the job.
Information or Reference of your character:
Information or Reference of your character:
Colour scheme is built from both light and dark brown and sandy hues. Markings depend on the kind of hyena he will be. Complete heterochromia in his eyes - one is dark brown while the other is strong olive colour. Long dorsal fur and slightly pointy ears, a little bit different from a typical hyena's. Slight accent, will be hardly shown in role-playing.
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel):
Recruit.
Preset Link:
No preset available for now.
What are you looking forward to in RR?:
*RP? If you meant that, I personally look for patience and the ability to flex yourself out of your borderlines. I want to go around and possibly learn a few things, be it about sparring, hunting, or other techniques, since that is the thing that intrigues me the most.
Role-play Sample:
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel):
Recruit.
Preset Link:
No preset available for now.
What are you looking forward to in RR?:
*RP? If you meant that, I personally look for patience and the ability to flex yourself out of your borderlines. I want to go around and possibly learn a few things, be it about sparring, hunting, or other techniques, since that is the thing that intrigues me the most.
Role-play Sample:
The obsidian-marked drags his tongue down the edge of his left shoulder licking away the spots of mud from his fur mattered. The bitter, chalky flavor of the mud on his tongue makes his lips twitch upward; flashing white teeth and making those soft looking eyes of his flinty in their depths; icechips and derision. He knew that the rain would eventually clean him, but never to be too sure - he always needed to be at least somewhat neat. Chidike didn't care about his looks much, he knew he was both smart and twice as handsome as the devil either way. If you ignore that insecure spark deep in his heart, which he managed to suffocate from time to time. However, physical beauty, he finds, is too easy a trap. It is the ego lurking beneath that matters; break that, and you learn so many interesting things about another beast. So many brutes acting monstrous with a dove's personality beneath, and so many torture and lies hidden behind clenched teeth and large bouquets. But oh, that was the beauty of life and young love, wasn't it? Be it for good or bad, everyone looked pretty when it went. Aging love, however.. A dying rose from a past lover. Once so lushful but now so useless, just an empathic memory of long-forgotten feelings.
Chidike liked to be alone, but not by this meaning. He hated. His family, was there anyone out there? Sighing, he would look in a soft blink of the duo hued eyes as he observed the world's top for a moment. Beautiful, was the only word that passed through his mind. Vibrating and monotone hues always managed to captivate him, nevermind the bright contrast in-between their nature. How many dawns and sunrises he would watch before he would finally get to rest? He was not the youngest and he was not the oldest he could be, but however - he hated it. He hated being the middle one no one looked up for. He hated getting older and older and watching everyone grow old with him. Some dying. Some fading.
Observing the allies around himself, only to find that most were already gathered around for a chat or went off to their typical activities. Crowds always managed to entertain him to a short point, but then it hit him like a brick - too overwhelming or noisy. Being alone on the other hand.. was uncomfortable. He was difficult to please. A quiet inhale and a shuffle of his paws. A crow screeching above his head, it's forsaken scream echoing in the area.
Observing the allies around himself, only to find that most were already gathered around for a chat or went off to their typical activities. Crowds always managed to entertain him to a short point, but then it hit him like a brick - too overwhelming or noisy. Being alone on the other hand.. was uncomfortable. He was difficult to please. A quiet inhale and a shuffle of his paws. A crow screeching above his head, it's forsaken scream echoing in the area.
* Please excuse my grammar at some points, English is neither my mother language neither even close to it by alphabet, the way you read it, spelling and so on.
