Post by kiba on Nov 11, 2012 17:41:08 GMT -5
Vitals
Full Name: Boulder
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Boulder is a very handsome fox. He has long red fur with a white chest and black legs. His tail is slightly darker, as the red fur is mixed with black fur as well. He has bright amber eyes as well as black whiskers. The tip of his ears are black. He has sharp claws and teeth. He is a little larger than normal male foxes.
The Heart
Personality: Boulder is a young fox who has fun playing with his siblings. He feels insecure around foxes he doesn't know, but will eventually open up. He is shy and gets embarrassed when his sister picks on him. He always thinks on the bright side. He gets hurt easily(emotionally) and tries to avoid the fox that hurts him. He has a problem with talking to vixens. This could have some relationship problems later.
Virtues and Skills: Boulder is a very brave fox and is rather strong at fighting
Faults and Weaknesses: Boulder isn't very quick and has trouble being sneaky.
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Boulder has a sister named Valor. His parents died when he was younger.
Family Relations: Mother(deceased), Father(deceased), Sister(Alive)
Roleplay Sample
Granny was up in the kitchen, the sleeves of her ruby red and gold dress rolled up to her elbows. Her fuzzy red slippers on her tiny feet. Her ears had tiny, ruby earrings in them. The tiny woman was washing her small hands under the running water. She turned off the water and then dried them on a apron she was wearing. She then went to the ingredients she had pulled out of the fridge and cabinets.
Her deep eyes filled with annoyance as she began to chop the green onions. Now why was this tiny old lady annoyed? Well, that day had been slow and there was not a lot of success. Yes, it was a Monday and many of her agents were using that as an excuse. That was unacceptable to her! She did as much work as she could that day so far. Now she was going to do her absolute favorite thing in the world. Cook gumbo.
Her hands worked swiftly, yet carefully as she quickly cut them. She looked at the time. Four o'clock. By the time she was done it'd be six and there would be mouths to feed. She supposed she could feed at least four others with the meal she was cooking. After all, these fit agents needed to be fed! And not just some silly old fast food meal. A nice homemade one.
She put the now chopped green onions in a bowl and began chopping the bell peppers. She wondered why there wasn't anyone else in here. Usually there were at least one or two others when she came in at this time. It was odd. Maybe they had taken her scolding seriously and started working. But then again. Maybe not.
(From a different site)
