Post by Pup on Dec 28, 2006 13:22:32 GMT -5
Name:
Pup. ((Nickname))
Username:
Pup; what a coincidence.
Age:
Seventeen.
Location:
This has nothing to do with myself and/or my roleplaying skills; I also am not comfortable with handing out this information to anyone I do not know, therefore it will not ever be listed.
How Long You've Been RPing:
As long as I can remember; I enjoy writing.
Contact:
I can be contacted through this proboard.
Favorites:
Within Temptation ((band)), art, writing-- I'll stop here so you don't get the impression that I'm a total geek.
Neopets SN:
Crystal_Dymond_ ((Very rarely used.))
Website:
Unfortunately, I did not update it often at all and never used it, so I went ahead and closed it down.
RP Example:
I can often be seen roleplaying my characters Pup, F'lara, or Deathstar.
Pup- Feral cat-fox hybrid. -Female-
F'lara- Demented half-vampiric pirate. ((A very interesting character to RP with, if I do say so myself.)) -Female-
Deathstar- 9' tall blue and black dragon. -Male-
1) Pup
Wispy evening fog wafted leisurely through the lush meadow; lacing the newly born spring carnations with crystal water droplets. Untouched by man, the flowers and plants here thrived unnaturally. Surrounding the peaceful clearing was a proud forest of pines and evergreens speckled with the occasional coniferous tree. Tall grasses blanketed the bottom of the forest and hugged the trunks of the trees. Yearly summer fires kept away unwelcome underbrush, providing the perfect environment for the thick grass.
Somewhere in the rainbow of flora, a figure shifted. Abruptly, a creature emerged from a hidden burrow. At first glance, the beast appeared to be an overgrown weasel with its lengthy body and large, set back audits. But then, what of the retractable talons and thick, bushy tassle? As the creature leapt upon a nearby boulder, its fluffed bodice became visible. Slightly smaller than a mountain lion and with a groomed russet pelt accented with snowy white fox markings, the vixen scanned her territory with warm golden flecked eyes. Curling her unnaturally long, full tail about herself to warn off the morning chill, she watched the sun rise; streaking the heavens with a gorgeous mixture of pinks, blues, and oranges. –To be continued-
2) F'lara
That night, as agreed, the four met back at the Maroon Wyvern. F’lara was the first to arrive. She slunk silently into the tavern section of the Inn and seated herself in a dark corner near the fireplace. She sighed as she sat, relieved to be off her feet for once that day, and pulled the hood of her dark blue cloak over her silvery hair, keeping her icy, blue-tinged eyes focused on the door. It wasn’t long before Katori slipped into the tavern as well. She noticed F’lara and strolled over to take a seat beside her, “So ‘ow was your day? Find anything of interest in this lame so-called town?”
F’lara glanced up, “Not particularly,” she replied. “There was a couple shops that caught me attention, but that’s ‘bout it. How ‘bout you?”
“Naw. Though I did find me some good rope,” she held up the length of rope proudly.
“So I noticed,” F’lara mumbled. “’Lotta good that’s gonna do ya, I’m sure.”
“Well unless you can shimmy up a mast, which I’ve failed to ever see you attempt, I wouldn’t be talkin’.”
F’lara grinned her bone chilling grin at the comment and Katori smiled back, unlike the others, she respected F’lara and admired her crimson teeth, even though Raven utterly despised it. Why her teeth were the color they were was F’lara’s business, no matter what the story, and she was inspired by the way she presented them so proudly and boldly. Though one thing did puzzle her, it was the fact that F’lara’s complexion looked slightly mature for her young age. She had overheard F’lara telling Raven that she was only in her early-twenties. Perhaps it was just an illusion due to her silver hair.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Irisugo pranced into the tavern and plopped down in front of Katori and F’lara, a huge smile masking his broad face. Katori chuckled a little, “What’s happened to you? Ya pick up a new whore off the streets to pleasure yourself?”
Irisugo glared at her, obviously enraged by the crude comment, “How dare you! I am not the sort of man to get me pleasures that way,” he snarled, fuming.
“Yet you still get them?” F’lara commented in her whisper-like voice, a sarcastically amused grin on her face.
This only succeeded in making Katori laugh all the harder.
Irisugo was about to snap at her but was overwhelmed by laughter as well. “Whatever F’lara! If ye must know why I’m so happy, it’s ‘cause I just found me the most wonderful map!” He produced a scroll from a map case and spread the parchment out on the table. It was, indeed, a well crafted map. The detail was stunning, every bit of it perfectly proportionate to the real thing. The piece was absolutely marvelous, perfect for Irisugo; he had an obsession with maps. His chartering skills were one of the best to be found but he had abandoned his chance for fame for his true love: piracy.
“Magic,” F’lara murmured.
“What?—“ But before Irisugo and Katori could question F’lara about what that had meant, Raven suddenly burst into the tavern. Every soul in the room glanced up from their conversations to see what had disturbed the peace. However, one look at Raven in her rich, broad rimmed hat and they quickly went back to their business, casting weary glances at their companions. Raven, ignoring this, stomped over to the table F’lara, Katori, and Irisugo were sitting at and thrust herself down into a chair, her hazel eyes burning. Katori self-consciously ran her fingers through her long, golden hair, keeping her own green eyes focused on Raven fearfully.
Irisugo was the first to speak. “Raven—er—how was your day? Find anything—um—interesting?”
Raven glared at him from under the rim of her hat and then turned her gaze to F’lara. “Nothing,” she said simply.
Irisugo and Katori looked at one another in confusion, and then turned to F’lara. “No treasure?” F’lara asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“Treasure?!” Irisugo and Katori exclaimed together and then lowered their voices as some unwanted attention around the tavern was attracted to the small group huddled near the fire. “You never mentioned anything about treasure, Raven,” Irisugo accused angrily. -To be continued-
3) Deathstar
Deathstar’s twin sister, Crystal, was a royal and currently the Queen over the draconic species. Together, the three dragons Deathstar, Crystal, and Dalzor had traveled with the two half-vampires F’lara and Irisugo along with the two humans Raven and Katori. The seven had gathered most of the warriors gathered to fight and had grown close to one another. Though their forces were barely over half of that of their enemies, hopes and spirits were high. Deathstar could sense it.
Abruptly, a strange edged voice rose up beside where the dragon was laying calmly on the ledge, observing the dreadful view. It was F’lara. Of course, only she could sneak up on a dragon. The half-vampire was wearing all black with her sword, FlameShadow, hanging at her side in its sheath. In her right hand was the famed Dragon Head Staff which she had possessed all her life, yet never known its true powers until she met Crystal.
“Beautiful view, hmm?” She asked.
Deathstar turned his spiny head back towards the dark forces gathering to oppose them for the final time. “’Beautiful’ indeed. You wear no armor, I see. Why do you not protect yourself?”
The half-vampire turned and looked into his huge, golden flecked eye. Deathstar found himself wanting to turn away. Her eyes were pigmented with such a small amount of ice blue that they were eerie to look upon. “You do not wear armor either, Star. I see the other dragons at least putting on steel masks to protect their faces.”
“I am blessed with scales, unlike some of my race. I am in little need of ‘armor’.”
“Do not take me for an idiot. I know the Droanigons breathe acid. We have both seen the effects.”
Deathstar did turn his head away at that point. She was speaking of the time their companion, Dalzor, had gotten in a fight with a Droanigon in a night raid. They had not known of their acid-breathing abilities then. Now, as a result, the entire right side of Dalzor’s face, neck, and chest were deformed. The massive black wyvern was the largest dragon currently living, standing at fifty-five feet. His deformed scars, however, were hard to look upon.
As the medium-sized dragon craned his head and shifted his back talons to turn away as far as the rock ledge would allow, F’lara realized what she had said. “I’m sorry, Star—“
“It’s ok. I understand, you did not mean anything by it.”
With that, the half-vampire turned and started off. Deathstar twisted his neck to look backwards and called over his shoulder to her, “Good luck today.”
F’lara looked back for a moment and grinned. Her permanently crimson teeth glimmered dissonantly in the darkness which should have been day, “It’s you who will need the luck, Star.” -To be continued-
Pup. ((Nickname))
Username:
Pup; what a coincidence.
Age:
Seventeen.
Location:
This has nothing to do with myself and/or my roleplaying skills; I also am not comfortable with handing out this information to anyone I do not know, therefore it will not ever be listed.
How Long You've Been RPing:
As long as I can remember; I enjoy writing.
Contact:
I can be contacted through this proboard.
Favorites:
Within Temptation ((band)), art, writing-- I'll stop here so you don't get the impression that I'm a total geek.
Neopets SN:
Crystal_Dymond_ ((Very rarely used.))
Website:
Unfortunately, I did not update it often at all and never used it, so I went ahead and closed it down.
RP Example:
I can often be seen roleplaying my characters Pup, F'lara, or Deathstar.
Pup- Feral cat-fox hybrid. -Female-
F'lara- Demented half-vampiric pirate. ((A very interesting character to RP with, if I do say so myself.)) -Female-
Deathstar- 9' tall blue and black dragon. -Male-
1) Pup
Wispy evening fog wafted leisurely through the lush meadow; lacing the newly born spring carnations with crystal water droplets. Untouched by man, the flowers and plants here thrived unnaturally. Surrounding the peaceful clearing was a proud forest of pines and evergreens speckled with the occasional coniferous tree. Tall grasses blanketed the bottom of the forest and hugged the trunks of the trees. Yearly summer fires kept away unwelcome underbrush, providing the perfect environment for the thick grass.
Somewhere in the rainbow of flora, a figure shifted. Abruptly, a creature emerged from a hidden burrow. At first glance, the beast appeared to be an overgrown weasel with its lengthy body and large, set back audits. But then, what of the retractable talons and thick, bushy tassle? As the creature leapt upon a nearby boulder, its fluffed bodice became visible. Slightly smaller than a mountain lion and with a groomed russet pelt accented with snowy white fox markings, the vixen scanned her territory with warm golden flecked eyes. Curling her unnaturally long, full tail about herself to warn off the morning chill, she watched the sun rise; streaking the heavens with a gorgeous mixture of pinks, blues, and oranges. –To be continued-
2) F'lara
That night, as agreed, the four met back at the Maroon Wyvern. F’lara was the first to arrive. She slunk silently into the tavern section of the Inn and seated herself in a dark corner near the fireplace. She sighed as she sat, relieved to be off her feet for once that day, and pulled the hood of her dark blue cloak over her silvery hair, keeping her icy, blue-tinged eyes focused on the door. It wasn’t long before Katori slipped into the tavern as well. She noticed F’lara and strolled over to take a seat beside her, “So ‘ow was your day? Find anything of interest in this lame so-called town?”
F’lara glanced up, “Not particularly,” she replied. “There was a couple shops that caught me attention, but that’s ‘bout it. How ‘bout you?”
“Naw. Though I did find me some good rope,” she held up the length of rope proudly.
“So I noticed,” F’lara mumbled. “’Lotta good that’s gonna do ya, I’m sure.”
“Well unless you can shimmy up a mast, which I’ve failed to ever see you attempt, I wouldn’t be talkin’.”
F’lara grinned her bone chilling grin at the comment and Katori smiled back, unlike the others, she respected F’lara and admired her crimson teeth, even though Raven utterly despised it. Why her teeth were the color they were was F’lara’s business, no matter what the story, and she was inspired by the way she presented them so proudly and boldly. Though one thing did puzzle her, it was the fact that F’lara’s complexion looked slightly mature for her young age. She had overheard F’lara telling Raven that she was only in her early-twenties. Perhaps it was just an illusion due to her silver hair.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Irisugo pranced into the tavern and plopped down in front of Katori and F’lara, a huge smile masking his broad face. Katori chuckled a little, “What’s happened to you? Ya pick up a new whore off the streets to pleasure yourself?”
Irisugo glared at her, obviously enraged by the crude comment, “How dare you! I am not the sort of man to get me pleasures that way,” he snarled, fuming.
“Yet you still get them?” F’lara commented in her whisper-like voice, a sarcastically amused grin on her face.
This only succeeded in making Katori laugh all the harder.
Irisugo was about to snap at her but was overwhelmed by laughter as well. “Whatever F’lara! If ye must know why I’m so happy, it’s ‘cause I just found me the most wonderful map!” He produced a scroll from a map case and spread the parchment out on the table. It was, indeed, a well crafted map. The detail was stunning, every bit of it perfectly proportionate to the real thing. The piece was absolutely marvelous, perfect for Irisugo; he had an obsession with maps. His chartering skills were one of the best to be found but he had abandoned his chance for fame for his true love: piracy.
“Magic,” F’lara murmured.
“What?—“ But before Irisugo and Katori could question F’lara about what that had meant, Raven suddenly burst into the tavern. Every soul in the room glanced up from their conversations to see what had disturbed the peace. However, one look at Raven in her rich, broad rimmed hat and they quickly went back to their business, casting weary glances at their companions. Raven, ignoring this, stomped over to the table F’lara, Katori, and Irisugo were sitting at and thrust herself down into a chair, her hazel eyes burning. Katori self-consciously ran her fingers through her long, golden hair, keeping her own green eyes focused on Raven fearfully.
Irisugo was the first to speak. “Raven—er—how was your day? Find anything—um—interesting?”
Raven glared at him from under the rim of her hat and then turned her gaze to F’lara. “Nothing,” she said simply.
Irisugo and Katori looked at one another in confusion, and then turned to F’lara. “No treasure?” F’lara asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“Treasure?!” Irisugo and Katori exclaimed together and then lowered their voices as some unwanted attention around the tavern was attracted to the small group huddled near the fire. “You never mentioned anything about treasure, Raven,” Irisugo accused angrily. -To be continued-
3) Deathstar
Deathstar’s twin sister, Crystal, was a royal and currently the Queen over the draconic species. Together, the three dragons Deathstar, Crystal, and Dalzor had traveled with the two half-vampires F’lara and Irisugo along with the two humans Raven and Katori. The seven had gathered most of the warriors gathered to fight and had grown close to one another. Though their forces were barely over half of that of their enemies, hopes and spirits were high. Deathstar could sense it.
Abruptly, a strange edged voice rose up beside where the dragon was laying calmly on the ledge, observing the dreadful view. It was F’lara. Of course, only she could sneak up on a dragon. The half-vampire was wearing all black with her sword, FlameShadow, hanging at her side in its sheath. In her right hand was the famed Dragon Head Staff which she had possessed all her life, yet never known its true powers until she met Crystal.
“Beautiful view, hmm?” She asked.
Deathstar turned his spiny head back towards the dark forces gathering to oppose them for the final time. “’Beautiful’ indeed. You wear no armor, I see. Why do you not protect yourself?”
The half-vampire turned and looked into his huge, golden flecked eye. Deathstar found himself wanting to turn away. Her eyes were pigmented with such a small amount of ice blue that they were eerie to look upon. “You do not wear armor either, Star. I see the other dragons at least putting on steel masks to protect their faces.”
“I am blessed with scales, unlike some of my race. I am in little need of ‘armor’.”
“Do not take me for an idiot. I know the Droanigons breathe acid. We have both seen the effects.”
Deathstar did turn his head away at that point. She was speaking of the time their companion, Dalzor, had gotten in a fight with a Droanigon in a night raid. They had not known of their acid-breathing abilities then. Now, as a result, the entire right side of Dalzor’s face, neck, and chest were deformed. The massive black wyvern was the largest dragon currently living, standing at fifty-five feet. His deformed scars, however, were hard to look upon.
As the medium-sized dragon craned his head and shifted his back talons to turn away as far as the rock ledge would allow, F’lara realized what she had said. “I’m sorry, Star—“
“It’s ok. I understand, you did not mean anything by it.”
With that, the half-vampire turned and started off. Deathstar twisted his neck to look backwards and called over his shoulder to her, “Good luck today.”
F’lara looked back for a moment and grinned. Her permanently crimson teeth glimmered dissonantly in the darkness which should have been day, “It’s you who will need the luck, Star.” -To be continued-