Post by Erik on Jun 4, 2009 1:18:07 GMT -5
Name:
Rema
Race:
Shapeshifter
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
World of origin:
Light
Allegiance:
None
Description:
Being a Feral Shapeshifter, her human detail is not known. For she dwells as a Wolf.
Rema, unlike most wolven figures is 5 feet, while the length of her body is the same amount of feet. She weighs a total of 175 lbs, while being muscular; it adds on to the weight slightly. She has yellow eyes, with black pupils. The main color of her coat is crimson, while she has a tan stomach. She also has a tan design around her eye. The tips of the fur on her head are labeled with black, while her legs too; are black. She has three black marks underneath her eye, of which can be represented as tear marks, or claw marks. The tips of her ears too; are tan.
Her teeth are slightly larger then an average wolf's, as well. Only to be expected from her large size. Her claws too, are rather sharp as well. Due to her spending half of her free time actually sharpening them. She also wears a rope around her neck.
Skills/Weapons:
Rema's weapons are in fact limited, but her skills make up for it. Due to her large form, she is able to take down an enemy much quicker. As well as pin them down longer, without letting go of her grip. She relies heavily on her fangs, as well as speed. She occasionally will bring her claws into a battle, but being a canine; they don't tend to be much help.
Personality:
Rema takes on the image of that of a brute. However, there is much to her then just that. She can, and will be, stuck up. She hardly cares about anyone, not even herself. She has a rivalry with many things, even if they are such simple objects of life. Her world is rather closed off, only to herself. Thus, leading her to be bored. She is rash, and is quick to judge things. If she disagrees with something, she'd be more then willing to fight about it. Physically, not verbally.
Rarely, she is able to befriend someone. However, it's upon rare occasions she does this. Once befriended, she is highly protective. Maybe even talkative. She hardly talks, or practically doesn't like to. She tends to make her speech blunt, rather then long and thought out. She will, however, talk if talked to. Which is odd, seeing her closed off personality.
She often tends to hate cold weather, as well as moronic people. The dumber an individual is, the more likely she is to bite off their heads.
History:
At birth, Rema was abandoned in the tundra region of D'Kalte. There she was adopted by wolves, and raised by them for many of her years. Living some part of her life as human, the natural knack of shapeshifitng kicked in. Thus, she lived as a wolf with the Wolf Pack. As she got older, she began to venture out of the Tundra. Thus, ending up exploring Rodylia, and veering away from her adoptive parents.
Being raised by wolves, she thinks she is a wolf. She never does shapeshift, due to the fact she learned to shun the idea out. As she traveled about Rodylia, she kept around people. On and off she'd pick up their language, and learned to speak it.
RP Sample:
Rema boredly walked across the area of land she had recently called home. Outskirts, maybe? Maybe. She didn't know, nor did she really care. She wasn't a map maker, and she hated directions. Therefor, she avoided them altogether. She tilted her ears to the side, picking up an upcoming noise. She yawned, before looking at the approaching figure. It was a human, the same old. "Hello," the figure cooed, causing her to snarl her response. Letting the deep growl roll over her tongue. She straightened her posture, glaring at the figure. How dumb was it? Approaching her, trying to make conversation. Didn't they know she was just as bad as a wild animal?
She just raised her growl into an ear piercing snarl, before letting the noise die down. She lost interest. This puny being wasn't worth it. Not at all. She sat on her haunches, turning her yellow eyed gaze else where. Still, the human persisted. Tempting her with light remarks. Ones that were bound to woo any tame animal. Well, she wasn't tame. And this human was pissing her off. She simply hauled off and leaped at the human, fangs piercing the soft flesh of the beings neck.
Blood rushed into her mouth, giving her the pleasurable taste. It didn't matter what animal it was, live blood was amazing. Especially seeing she hadn't hunted in what seemed like ages. Only, she wouldn't feast on the body. Humans were full of disgusting material, mostly the food they ate. So she pulled away from the limp body, wiping her lips of the stained blood with her tongue. She kicked the body absently with her back paw, before continuing on her bland journey.
Rema
Race:
Shapeshifter
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
World of origin:
Light
Allegiance:
None
Description:
Being a Feral Shapeshifter, her human detail is not known. For she dwells as a Wolf.
Rema, unlike most wolven figures is 5 feet, while the length of her body is the same amount of feet. She weighs a total of 175 lbs, while being muscular; it adds on to the weight slightly. She has yellow eyes, with black pupils. The main color of her coat is crimson, while she has a tan stomach. She also has a tan design around her eye. The tips of the fur on her head are labeled with black, while her legs too; are black. She has three black marks underneath her eye, of which can be represented as tear marks, or claw marks. The tips of her ears too; are tan.
Her teeth are slightly larger then an average wolf's, as well. Only to be expected from her large size. Her claws too, are rather sharp as well. Due to her spending half of her free time actually sharpening them. She also wears a rope around her neck.
Skills/Weapons:
Rema's weapons are in fact limited, but her skills make up for it. Due to her large form, she is able to take down an enemy much quicker. As well as pin them down longer, without letting go of her grip. She relies heavily on her fangs, as well as speed. She occasionally will bring her claws into a battle, but being a canine; they don't tend to be much help.
Personality:
Rema takes on the image of that of a brute. However, there is much to her then just that. She can, and will be, stuck up. She hardly cares about anyone, not even herself. She has a rivalry with many things, even if they are such simple objects of life. Her world is rather closed off, only to herself. Thus, leading her to be bored. She is rash, and is quick to judge things. If she disagrees with something, she'd be more then willing to fight about it. Physically, not verbally.
Rarely, she is able to befriend someone. However, it's upon rare occasions she does this. Once befriended, she is highly protective. Maybe even talkative. She hardly talks, or practically doesn't like to. She tends to make her speech blunt, rather then long and thought out. She will, however, talk if talked to. Which is odd, seeing her closed off personality.
She often tends to hate cold weather, as well as moronic people. The dumber an individual is, the more likely she is to bite off their heads.
History:
At birth, Rema was abandoned in the tundra region of D'Kalte. There she was adopted by wolves, and raised by them for many of her years. Living some part of her life as human, the natural knack of shapeshifitng kicked in. Thus, she lived as a wolf with the Wolf Pack. As she got older, she began to venture out of the Tundra. Thus, ending up exploring Rodylia, and veering away from her adoptive parents.
Being raised by wolves, she thinks she is a wolf. She never does shapeshift, due to the fact she learned to shun the idea out. As she traveled about Rodylia, she kept around people. On and off she'd pick up their language, and learned to speak it.
RP Sample:
Rema boredly walked across the area of land she had recently called home. Outskirts, maybe? Maybe. She didn't know, nor did she really care. She wasn't a map maker, and she hated directions. Therefor, she avoided them altogether. She tilted her ears to the side, picking up an upcoming noise. She yawned, before looking at the approaching figure. It was a human, the same old. "Hello," the figure cooed, causing her to snarl her response. Letting the deep growl roll over her tongue. She straightened her posture, glaring at the figure. How dumb was it? Approaching her, trying to make conversation. Didn't they know she was just as bad as a wild animal?
She just raised her growl into an ear piercing snarl, before letting the noise die down. She lost interest. This puny being wasn't worth it. Not at all. She sat on her haunches, turning her yellow eyed gaze else where. Still, the human persisted. Tempting her with light remarks. Ones that were bound to woo any tame animal. Well, she wasn't tame. And this human was pissing her off. She simply hauled off and leaped at the human, fangs piercing the soft flesh of the beings neck.
Blood rushed into her mouth, giving her the pleasurable taste. It didn't matter what animal it was, live blood was amazing. Especially seeing she hadn't hunted in what seemed like ages. Only, she wouldn't feast on the body. Humans were full of disgusting material, mostly the food they ate. So she pulled away from the limp body, wiping her lips of the stained blood with her tongue. She kicked the body absently with her back paw, before continuing on her bland journey.