.... ooc name: Melorama
.... current characters: Clover, Wrynn, Rochus
.... how you found us: I live here now
.... your character's initial fight stats: Power House (Con +1, Dex -1, Str 0)
....a role play sample (200+ words):
He'd been taking some time for himself to plot some more, a common occurrence for the now aging wolf. So many plans scrapped, new ideas tossed aside before giving them any real thought; he was running out of good options. Rochus could feel his joints getting slower and more difficult to move with each passing month, and the time to physically make his way to the top was likely gone. Perhaps he needed to change to a different approach, one where he may not be on top, but simply influence those there.
His ears flicked back momentarily at the girlish call for him, as if presuming he was a servant at her every beck and call. Greying lips pulled back in a grimace. Clearly she wanted something from him. He smoothed out his maw, sighing under his breath as his paws lead him over to her. Maybe he could swing this in his favour somehow, a quid pro quo or something.
She looked almost identical to Viorel, the only difference being her piercing bluish-grey eyes. It had been a short while since Rochus had seen her around, and he immediately noticed the slowly healing scars upon her muzzle. The rest of her was picture-perfect for a princess - a rottenly spoiled one at that. But he was good at putting up a façade, and there was a prickling at the back of his neck that told him there may be something more to her than what she showed off.
Maybe he could prove further, after seeing what it was she wanted from him. "Yes, my dear?" Rochus put a fake smile on his face, not quite reaching his eyes fully. He could play the role of a doting uncle well enough, if that's what it would take.
and finally a bit about your character...: An unpredictable and violent girl looking to start trouble and make something of herself in this cruel world. Beware interacting with her ;)
.... current characters: Clover, Wrynn, Rochus
.... how you found us: I live here now
.... your character's initial fight stats: Power House (Con +1, Dex -1, Str 0)
....a role play sample (200+ words):
He'd been taking some time for himself to plot some more, a common occurrence for the now aging wolf. So many plans scrapped, new ideas tossed aside before giving them any real thought; he was running out of good options. Rochus could feel his joints getting slower and more difficult to move with each passing month, and the time to physically make his way to the top was likely gone. Perhaps he needed to change to a different approach, one where he may not be on top, but simply influence those there.
His ears flicked back momentarily at the girlish call for him, as if presuming he was a servant at her every beck and call. Greying lips pulled back in a grimace. Clearly she wanted something from him. He smoothed out his maw, sighing under his breath as his paws lead him over to her. Maybe he could swing this in his favour somehow, a quid pro quo or something.
She looked almost identical to Viorel, the only difference being her piercing bluish-grey eyes. It had been a short while since Rochus had seen her around, and he immediately noticed the slowly healing scars upon her muzzle. The rest of her was picture-perfect for a princess - a rottenly spoiled one at that. But he was good at putting up a façade, and there was a prickling at the back of his neck that told him there may be something more to her than what she showed off.
Maybe he could prove further, after seeing what it was she wanted from him. "Yes, my dear?" Rochus put a fake smile on his face, not quite reaching his eyes fully. He could play the role of a doting uncle well enough, if that's what it would take.
and finally a bit about your character...: An unpredictable and violent girl looking to start trouble and make something of herself in this cruel world. Beware interacting with her ;)
