Post by Blizzard on Jul 13, 2006 10:20:52 GMT -5
I couldn't find a form, so I made it up based on what most sites have.
Name: Blizzard
Age: 5 Years
Side:Dark
Gender: Male
Picture:
Description: Blizzard is a handsome fox. He is all black except for the very tip of his bushy tail, which is white. Streaks of silver fur are blended in his pelt as well, especially his head,muzzle and back. He has large,erect ears and slim, powerful legs.He is muscular, and has canines that are larger than normal. He is unfortunately missing a back due-claw, but that is not a major fault. His oddly colored pelt makes him have excellent camouflage at night.Blizzard has deep, piercing amber-gold eyes.
Personality:Blizzard is a bold fox He is always ready to try something new, even if it threatens his life. He is not the kind of guy that would hesitate before a fight, either. He has a sharp tong, and tends to win most arguments he manages to get into. He is very strong, and enjoys fighting. He lives for the kill. Blizzard is a dangerous fox, and very Trixie. But he is, for the most part, very
loyal.
History:
Blizzard has had a fairly unpredictable past. He was born and raised in a pack, but left at age one. For about 2 1/2 years he was a loner in a distant countryside. There, he settled down with a mate. His mate died during childbirth, and only one pup survived.
After the pup grew up, he blamed his mothers death on Blizzard, and set out to kill him. When news of this reached Frosts ears, he was horror struck. How could his own son hate him so? One week later, on a cool night of April, his son attacked. The aftermath of the battle was devastating. Blizzard had won, but at a terrible price. His only son was dead. He left, in search of a place where the past would be forgotten, and he could start a new life. He vowed that he would tell no one of this...you can't change the past, so you mine as well look to the future. Blizzard moved to a land where many foxes lived, joining a war on the "Dark" side.Over Time, his personality changed greatly as well. But Blizzard had learned something from this, in all his sadness and guilt, he had steadily turned him into a different Fox. He now had courage, stealth, hope, bravery, but best of all, Hatred. His past poisoned his mind, and he set revenge on all who stood in his way.
RP example:
(This is for a wolf, but same idea)
A cool breeze drifted thought the mid-summer air. The moon shone brightly over a clearing of grass in the woods. But this was no time for rejoice. Two wolf packs, each set on the destruction of one another, where storming strait towards the clearing. To the right, a Grey-black wolf led a line of elite warriors. To the left, A wolf as black as night led a bloodthirsty band of wolves. Each, a brutal killing force, capable the destruction of several of their kind. As the two packs reached each other, there was no brief-last chance discussion to attempt to stop this raging doomsday, no, nothing but the roar of battle, and the sound of ripping flesh...So much Destruction...So much Death.
Name: Blizzard
Age: 5 Years
Side:Dark
Gender: Male
Picture:
Description: Blizzard is a handsome fox. He is all black except for the very tip of his bushy tail, which is white. Streaks of silver fur are blended in his pelt as well, especially his head,muzzle and back. He has large,erect ears and slim, powerful legs.He is muscular, and has canines that are larger than normal. He is unfortunately missing a back due-claw, but that is not a major fault. His oddly colored pelt makes him have excellent camouflage at night.Blizzard has deep, piercing amber-gold eyes.
Personality:Blizzard is a bold fox He is always ready to try something new, even if it threatens his life. He is not the kind of guy that would hesitate before a fight, either. He has a sharp tong, and tends to win most arguments he manages to get into. He is very strong, and enjoys fighting. He lives for the kill. Blizzard is a dangerous fox, and very Trixie. But he is, for the most part, very
loyal.
History:
Blizzard has had a fairly unpredictable past. He was born and raised in a pack, but left at age one. For about 2 1/2 years he was a loner in a distant countryside. There, he settled down with a mate. His mate died during childbirth, and only one pup survived.
After the pup grew up, he blamed his mothers death on Blizzard, and set out to kill him. When news of this reached Frosts ears, he was horror struck. How could his own son hate him so? One week later, on a cool night of April, his son attacked. The aftermath of the battle was devastating. Blizzard had won, but at a terrible price. His only son was dead. He left, in search of a place where the past would be forgotten, and he could start a new life. He vowed that he would tell no one of this...you can't change the past, so you mine as well look to the future. Blizzard moved to a land where many foxes lived, joining a war on the "Dark" side.Over Time, his personality changed greatly as well. But Blizzard had learned something from this, in all his sadness and guilt, he had steadily turned him into a different Fox. He now had courage, stealth, hope, bravery, but best of all, Hatred. His past poisoned his mind, and he set revenge on all who stood in his way.
RP example:
(This is for a wolf, but same idea)
A cool breeze drifted thought the mid-summer air. The moon shone brightly over a clearing of grass in the woods. But this was no time for rejoice. Two wolf packs, each set on the destruction of one another, where storming strait towards the clearing. To the right, a Grey-black wolf led a line of elite warriors. To the left, A wolf as black as night led a bloodthirsty band of wolves. Each, a brutal killing force, capable the destruction of several of their kind. As the two packs reached each other, there was no brief-last chance discussion to attempt to stop this raging doomsday, no, nothing but the roar of battle, and the sound of ripping flesh...So much Destruction...So much Death.
