Post by sarcasticdefense on Aug 1, 2017 16:21:17 GMT
FH Username: SarcasticDefense
Parents of the litter: Parents weren't specified; Xoirr Litter
Activity Rate [1-10]: 7-8
I have a very busy life but I try to get online daily even if only for 10 minutes.
Design Number: 1
Chosen Name: Fénrir Brandt Zatter-Kenshin
Gender: Male
Drama Rate [Be honest please. 1-10]: 1-2
I hate OOC drama but depending on the level IC drama is fine; even so I prefer to keep it to a minimum.
No running away/Major Injuries/Leaving Boundaries ect.
Would you like to make a better impression OOC or IC?
OOC most definitely, characters can be rude and insufferable due to their personalities but OOC one has no excuse for such; I'd much rather make a good impression OOC as a person than IC as a character that doesn't exist.
You are the only one online, what do you do?:
I'd wait around as long as possible before logging off, I don't mind waiting around as it gives me time to do other things.
Want to RP? Will you ask us first, or just shoot the post?
Always ask first; I understand how annoying it can be if someone just jumps in without asking first, I'd never dream of doing it.
Role-play themes:
• Chasing a dragonfly [x]
• Wondering away
• Running in the grassy fields with flowers
• Learning how to swim
• Attempting to capture a frog
The faint hum of a nearby river lulled the young brujo into a soft dream-like state, piercing iris' half-lidded and tall audit's drooping as the adolescent found himself on the verge of sleep. A gentle breeze could be felt to those of whom had aged with the lands, used to the shifting of the air that brought rain or the icy-ness that would creep in during winter months, but alas, Fenrir was far too young, the breeze would not be felt by this youngster until he found himself more aware of the world around him but for now, all was peaceful. He knew of his mother a few feet away, still too protective to allow any of her young to wonder too far without her pupils following them, his siblings rolled around, limbs flying as they wrestled among themselves, occasionally a sharp cry pulling the attention of their mother toward them with more intent and concern. The small lad however had tuned all this out, head falling to land softly on his forepaws while his attention remained on the quiet sound of the river but after a moment, his peaceful haven was broken. A flurry of teeth and paws attacked him, tugging at his ears and tail while small frames piled on his own, a grunt and a surprised yelp left his maw before a playful- though rather pitiful- growl left him as he wriggled and writhed to free himself from the paws of his siblings. "Gerroff." He would huff, his speech still childish and slurred, not quite forming proper words but instead vaguely coherent sounds much like his siblings. Rolling onto his spine, the pup would twist and turn, paws kicking and pushing as he tried to free himself and such he did, a bite to a paw and a push to a face or two and the lad was back on his pads, shaking out his fur with a glare directed at his siblings- one ruined by the large grin that split his cheeks.
Hold on- What on Earth was that? Fenrir's attention now diverted from his kin, now found itself placed upon a small insect flitting around with amazing speed- his poor eyes were barely able to follow it. "Wha'da?" He'd question, a single white dipped limb rising to point at the offending being. It was an enemy, he decided when it came far too close to his face for comfort, with something that could only be considered a battle cry, the adolescent charged forward, paws flailing as he attempted to catch the small insect between his paws but each attempt was evaded by the much faster, more agile being. "Gerrit!" He cried, catching his kin's attention as now a small army of canine puppies- army rather exaggerated perhaps, but to the small pups it seemed so- flew forth, bumbling around after the small creature, the occasional few stumbling over paws too big or too unused to the rather sludgy terrain as they edged closer to the water.
Fenrir would growl, the sound barely even audible, let alone intimidating as he trudged on, flailing paws still unable to catch the offender until it flew further, directly over the river that was previously lulling him to sleep. Knowing that the being had won, the adolescent gave a begrudging mumble of, "Well'ayed-" He paused, not sure what the creature was and decided to dub it as; "fly-ie fin'," turning tail, the young brute would trot back to his mother and siblings, joining in to tell the rather dull- made exciting by their loud voices and sound effects- tale of the escaped 'fly-ie fin''.
Parents of the litter: Parents weren't specified; Xoirr Litter
Activity Rate [1-10]: 7-8
I have a very busy life but I try to get online daily even if only for 10 minutes.
Design Number: 1
Chosen Name: Fénrir Brandt Zatter-Kenshin
Gender: Male
Drama Rate [Be honest please. 1-10]: 1-2
I hate OOC drama but depending on the level IC drama is fine; even so I prefer to keep it to a minimum.
No running away/Major Injuries/Leaving Boundaries ect.
Would you like to make a better impression OOC or IC?
OOC most definitely, characters can be rude and insufferable due to their personalities but OOC one has no excuse for such; I'd much rather make a good impression OOC as a person than IC as a character that doesn't exist.
You are the only one online, what do you do?:
I'd wait around as long as possible before logging off, I don't mind waiting around as it gives me time to do other things.
Want to RP? Will you ask us first, or just shoot the post?
Always ask first; I understand how annoying it can be if someone just jumps in without asking first, I'd never dream of doing it.
Role-play themes:
• Chasing a dragonfly [x]
• Wondering away
• Running in the grassy fields with flowers
• Learning how to swim
• Attempting to capture a frog
The faint hum of a nearby river lulled the young brujo into a soft dream-like state, piercing iris' half-lidded and tall audit's drooping as the adolescent found himself on the verge of sleep. A gentle breeze could be felt to those of whom had aged with the lands, used to the shifting of the air that brought rain or the icy-ness that would creep in during winter months, but alas, Fenrir was far too young, the breeze would not be felt by this youngster until he found himself more aware of the world around him but for now, all was peaceful. He knew of his mother a few feet away, still too protective to allow any of her young to wonder too far without her pupils following them, his siblings rolled around, limbs flying as they wrestled among themselves, occasionally a sharp cry pulling the attention of their mother toward them with more intent and concern. The small lad however had tuned all this out, head falling to land softly on his forepaws while his attention remained on the quiet sound of the river but after a moment, his peaceful haven was broken. A flurry of teeth and paws attacked him, tugging at his ears and tail while small frames piled on his own, a grunt and a surprised yelp left his maw before a playful- though rather pitiful- growl left him as he wriggled and writhed to free himself from the paws of his siblings. "Gerroff." He would huff, his speech still childish and slurred, not quite forming proper words but instead vaguely coherent sounds much like his siblings. Rolling onto his spine, the pup would twist and turn, paws kicking and pushing as he tried to free himself and such he did, a bite to a paw and a push to a face or two and the lad was back on his pads, shaking out his fur with a glare directed at his siblings- one ruined by the large grin that split his cheeks.
Hold on- What on Earth was that? Fenrir's attention now diverted from his kin, now found itself placed upon a small insect flitting around with amazing speed- his poor eyes were barely able to follow it. "Wha'da?" He'd question, a single white dipped limb rising to point at the offending being. It was an enemy, he decided when it came far too close to his face for comfort, with something that could only be considered a battle cry, the adolescent charged forward, paws flailing as he attempted to catch the small insect between his paws but each attempt was evaded by the much faster, more agile being. "Gerrit!" He cried, catching his kin's attention as now a small army of canine puppies- army rather exaggerated perhaps, but to the small pups it seemed so- flew forth, bumbling around after the small creature, the occasional few stumbling over paws too big or too unused to the rather sludgy terrain as they edged closer to the water.
Fenrir would growl, the sound barely even audible, let alone intimidating as he trudged on, flailing paws still unable to catch the offender until it flew further, directly over the river that was previously lulling him to sleep. Knowing that the being had won, the adolescent gave a begrudging mumble of, "Well'ayed-" He paused, not sure what the creature was and decided to dub it as; "fly-ie fin'," turning tail, the young brute would trot back to his mother and siblings, joining in to tell the rather dull- made exciting by their loud voices and sound effects- tale of the escaped 'fly-ie fin''.
