Name: PuppyThief
Current Characters: Apolline & Leo
how you found us: part of the furniture
Fight Stats: set
Role Play Sample:
As it turned out, the outside world was rather boring. After the initial few weeks of exploring, Micaden had become less and less interested in the giant redwoods – besides, almost any outside activity left him coughing and wheezing, with pain in his chest and water in his eyes – it was much more fun to stay inside with Ad and Atty, alternating between his sister’s low energy and the older girl’s excitement. It kept him busy enough.
It also meant his world was very limited, with only rare interactions outside their double nuclear family. But he didn’t want for more, at least not yet, happy enough to stick close and only follow the directions of his parents. Even if they were to go outside; though he would allow a small sight to escape him before rising to follow his father and sister.
At least they weren’t going far, and his breathing didn’t have time to become labored. The boy even walked the few extra steps to offer Jethro a greeting: bumping the silvered crown of his head against the adult’s dark shoulder, before returning to sit down, hip against Addison’s side. A yawn split his jowls wide, lids heavy with his sister’s same lethargy, hopefully they could go back inside soon.
A bit about your character:
Just wrapping up his last threads
Current Characters: Apolline & Leo
how you found us: part of the furniture
Fight Stats: set
Role Play Sample:
As it turned out, the outside world was rather boring. After the initial few weeks of exploring, Micaden had become less and less interested in the giant redwoods – besides, almost any outside activity left him coughing and wheezing, with pain in his chest and water in his eyes – it was much more fun to stay inside with Ad and Atty, alternating between his sister’s low energy and the older girl’s excitement. It kept him busy enough.
It also meant his world was very limited, with only rare interactions outside their double nuclear family. But he didn’t want for more, at least not yet, happy enough to stick close and only follow the directions of his parents. Even if they were to go outside; though he would allow a small sight to escape him before rising to follow his father and sister.
At least they weren’t going far, and his breathing didn’t have time to become labored. The boy even walked the few extra steps to offer Jethro a greeting: bumping the silvered crown of his head against the adult’s dark shoulder, before returning to sit down, hip against Addison’s side. A yawn split his jowls wide, lids heavy with his sister’s same lethargy, hopefully they could go back inside soon.
A bit about your character:
Just wrapping up his last threads
