Post by Tax on Nov 5, 2012 21:04:35 GMT -5
Vitals
Full Name: Marble
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years, 6 months
Species: Arctic Fox
Appearance: Solid white base coat with dark gray, almost black patches along her back, on her tail, and around both eyes. Her ears are black and a thin, stripe of fur connects the eye patches.
Marble is a slight vixen with rather long legs for her frame, a stout body and a thick, bushy tail. Her eyes are a light green color
The Heart
Personality: Warm and friendly most of the time. Marble has never had any reason to fear other foxes, having never known one to be less than friendly to her, and so she tends to be a bit naive when it comes to meeting strangers. She prefers to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and tries hard to stick up for those weaker, repelling bullies with words rather than fangs.
Virtues and Skills: Incredibly sociable, good at hunting mice and rabbits
Faults and Weaknesses: Too trusting, too open. She tends to overlook others' bad habits
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Born to a warm, loving mother, Marble was raised to be just like her mother. She was the last to leave when she had come of age, but after a few sharp nips, she got the message and set off on her own at a year and a half old. She wandered widely, spurning the idea of settling down and staking out a territory for herself. No, she wanted to see the world. And she did... until a chance meeting with a rather handsome dog fox. She spent a week with him but left to continue her travels in the end. She soon realized she was carrying kits, and knew that, for a time, her wanderings would have to end. Until her kits were born and raised, Marble resigned herself to the fact that she was about to become a homebody.
Family Relations: None here yet
Roleplay Sample
Marble blinked, glancing down and shifting her feet. The border wasn't visible, but it was like a barrier. She could go forward, but then she ran the risk of ticking off the owner of the land and that wouldn't do. Not if she wanted to join, which she badly did. Marble shuffled back a few steps and sat down, feeling bulge of her belly settle on her hind paws. She lifted her head and let out a wail, calling to the leader of the clan, the owner of the land.
Full Name: Marble
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years, 6 months
Species: Arctic Fox
Appearance: Solid white base coat with dark gray, almost black patches along her back, on her tail, and around both eyes. Her ears are black and a thin, stripe of fur connects the eye patches.
Marble is a slight vixen with rather long legs for her frame, a stout body and a thick, bushy tail. Her eyes are a light green color
The Heart
Personality: Warm and friendly most of the time. Marble has never had any reason to fear other foxes, having never known one to be less than friendly to her, and so she tends to be a bit naive when it comes to meeting strangers. She prefers to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and tries hard to stick up for those weaker, repelling bullies with words rather than fangs.
Virtues and Skills: Incredibly sociable, good at hunting mice and rabbits
Faults and Weaknesses: Too trusting, too open. She tends to overlook others' bad habits
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Born to a warm, loving mother, Marble was raised to be just like her mother. She was the last to leave when she had come of age, but after a few sharp nips, she got the message and set off on her own at a year and a half old. She wandered widely, spurning the idea of settling down and staking out a territory for herself. No, she wanted to see the world. And she did... until a chance meeting with a rather handsome dog fox. She spent a week with him but left to continue her travels in the end. She soon realized she was carrying kits, and knew that, for a time, her wanderings would have to end. Until her kits were born and raised, Marble resigned herself to the fact that she was about to become a homebody.
Family Relations: None here yet
Roleplay Sample
Marble blinked, glancing down and shifting her feet. The border wasn't visible, but it was like a barrier. She could go forward, but then she ran the risk of ticking off the owner of the land and that wouldn't do. Not if she wanted to join, which she badly did. Marble shuffled back a few steps and sat down, feeling bulge of her belly settle on her hind paws. She lifted her head and let out a wail, calling to the leader of the clan, the owner of the land.
