Post by Sky♦ on Apr 20, 2010 15:25:32 GMT -5
Name: Retibold
Age: 19 Years
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: hyena
Appearance:
Age: 19 Years
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: hyena
Appearance:
Hyena;; Brown fur coats all of his slender, long-legged body. It lightens to a tawny around his face and belly, in a way that makes his medium-length fur seem twice as long. Black-brown markings decorate his face, legs, backside and tail. One could almost call his facial markings tribal.Personality:
Human;; Lanky, tall... A hippie punk? His hair, dark brown, shags around his face unevenly, a permanent bed-head going on up there. Black streaks are actually natural, as rare as it is. His dual-colored eyes stand out on his mostly pale skin, though the dark rings under his eyes help there. Despite his constant tired look, those eyes are bright, spirited and strangely walled; nothing shows past those alert pools of silvery-blue and golden-green.
He stands at about six feet even. His thin body is covered usually in dark colors and shades. It's said he wears these colors to hide his unhealthy weight, though it doesn't work. One could almost call his look 'emo', what with the tight jeans and shirts.. but he wears hoodies overtop, and on serious occasions, his trench-coat. (No one knows why, but if he wears it, something bad is going to happen.)
On his feet, he wears black combat boots that tie up to his shins, and have a bit of a heel. No, not girly... more like... punk? He doesn't always dress this way, but it's his usual appearance.
He can be friendly... when he's chilled. By that, one would mean, if he's high or okayishly sober, he's an okay guy. But then, such being the case, you've nothing to worry about; the darn mutt's always pleasently high. He's not an abuser; he knows his limit, keeping his head close enough to the ground not to fuck things over. But he's always got a lingering weed smell to him, and wouldn't test well enough to drive.History:
Other then that, they dude's a romantic and a great friend to those who can accept his habit. Anyone who knows him knows he could quit anytime he wanted, and it wouldn't be a bluff. Especially when it comes to someone he finds an attraction to, be it romantic or family.
Boy's a hardass with other men, not taking no for an answer, or letting himself get pushed around. But he's a total suck-up with most women, so long as they're not shallow or air-headed.
He started off a normal kid; both parents were 'human' enough, not realizing their heritage, so he grew up pretty normal for the first five years of his life.Sample:
Then he went to school, and met another shifter. Now, Retz always had something special going on; he could easily understand the body language and vocal patterns of animals. Especially canines. But when he found himself in a conversation with a stray dog, he thought something must've been up.
He met Cody. Cody was a shapeshifter, as mentioned above. He was also the one to teach Retz all about being one. It wasn't a long friendship, sadly. Cody disappeared shortly before the boys would've entered middleschool. It was a week later his body was found, torn apart by someone who had learned of Cody's powers.
It tore Retz apart inside. And it brought on his habits, though then it was far worse. He grew up secluded after that, never opening up to other people in fear of being discovered or worse, losing them like he had Cody.
His story starts now, finally out of his highschool and living alone and trying to hold down a job.
From Another Roleplay;;Other:
Hawk had been watching.
Those alert green eyes never left the moving gray tabby kit, as she explored her new home. Perched high in a tree, the leader had a viewpoint over most, if not all, of the territory. This was the perfect spot to watch her new kitten's first real hunt... one that went well, despite Hawk's own doubts. With a smile curling her whiskers, the tortoiseshell she-cat turned tail and slithered her way down the tree.. then over to see the bird the kit had just caught.
It wasn't a long walk. Hawk came up behind the kitten, not really being stealthy at all. "Good job, Eclipse." The leader purred softly, moving over to rasp her tongue across the kit's head. "Go ahead and enjoy your first kill. I've eaten, and the boys are off doing their own thing." She'd wait a few moments, sitting her tail down, and rasping her tongue over her own paws.
"This place wasn't always like this. I didn't get to see it in it's glory years, but it was once green and lush." Those ears weren't useless. She could hear plenty over the vast, empty feild. "Amandis was once strong and healthy too. And like this forest, the tribe died when the previous leader did." Her eyes drifted from the kit, to the vast expanse of wasteland. Green tufts grew from the burnt ground. Buds were sprouting from the once-sick trees. It was growing again. "...and just like Amandis, the forest grows again. Soon, we'll both be strong. Soon, the forest will be lush and we, the cats of Amandis, will be strong, fast and healthy."
She smiled down to the kitten, her tail twitching around her paws. "I chose this place because it's the most like Amandis. Both the tribe and the forest are starting over again. The other tribes grow fat and lazy off the pre-settled lands they live in, where prey is just as fat and lazy. Here, we work for our meals... but it's what makes us strong."
A Sample for Retz;;
How long had it been now?
The tall, rather lanky teenage boy moved at his own lumbering pace, occasionally lifting his hand up to puff from his 'smoke'. Today's journey brought the admittedly homeless teen out into the market place, a spot he normally didn't appear. He sported on his body the usual dark, tight jeans, decorated in various loose belts, a white t-shirt that clung tight to his torso and a hoodie overtop of that. His usual boots clung to his ankles and feet, though today he walked with a noticable limp; one boot had a rather large red stain on the side, along with a inch-wide hole. A bloody trail spotted along behind him in patches on the concrete floor. Glorious.
His painful walk wasn't noticed, though. His head in the clouds as per usual, Retz was on his own little, as we noticed before, journey. Today he was off to the clinic. His foot hurt. He hated that, when his body started to feel pain again... but he wouldn't do well with the injury if he were high... right? Heh, didn't stop him, as he sauntered on as his lesiurely pace.
When finally he arrived at his destination, just beside the market, he entered. It wasn't long, and soon he was outside again, grinning from ear-to-ear with a rather new lump on his head. The doctors there knew him too well to let him leave without 'punishment' for his stupidity. But this would be his last visit. With a bandaged foot, he headed home, to grab his bags and head off into the horizon; another new home beckoned him. The homeless shelter just wasn't his place to be... not when his instincts nagged day-in and day-out to leave this place, yet again, and find that one-true-place where he knew he belonged.
My life's a Disney Movie.
Still got a few things I could add, but this will do.
RP sample sucks tail, but again, it'll have to do.