.... ooc name: Winter
.... current characters: Stella, Izzy, Isomne, Lana
.... how you found us: 'tis the season
.... your character's initial fight stats: GHOST
....a role play sample (200+ words):
The rains had returned, though today it was little more than a gentle drizzle, prompting a chorus from the birds who had not yet departed. The lands were turning green again even as the seasons changed and the world prepared to plunge ahead into winter. Caspian had little understanding of all this, he simply watched as the world changed to match his eyes, as his mother sighed with relief even as she busied herself about tasks, as the drops formed and fell from a leaf like tears. Though the fine sprinkling had begun to wet his coat, the boy did not yet stir to return to the den mere steps away.
His ankle was still bothering him, though the swelling had gone down, and the pain was far less than it had been. But he was supposed to rest, and could not go out adventuring or chasing Ryder or visiting Flair, or to find the kind stranger to thank her for her help, or anything at all, really. Don't go. A sigh escaped the boy as he watched another droplet of rain swell and fall, his reflection distorted and upside down as it looked back at him, then vanished. Just like at the lake. Why, he wondered, did ghosts seem to appear to him It was another thing he could not understand.
His thoughts had turned pensive and melancholy, and he did not even care that the rain was beginning to soak through his coat now. Sprained paw, whatever, to be stuck here, bored was the worst affliction of them all, or at least it seemed so to him.
and finally a bit about your character... smoll foundling child in a big big world
.... current characters: Stella, Izzy, Isomne, Lana
.... how you found us: 'tis the season
.... your character's initial fight stats: GHOST
....a role play sample (200+ words):
The rains had returned, though today it was little more than a gentle drizzle, prompting a chorus from the birds who had not yet departed. The lands were turning green again even as the seasons changed and the world prepared to plunge ahead into winter. Caspian had little understanding of all this, he simply watched as the world changed to match his eyes, as his mother sighed with relief even as she busied herself about tasks, as the drops formed and fell from a leaf like tears. Though the fine sprinkling had begun to wet his coat, the boy did not yet stir to return to the den mere steps away.
His ankle was still bothering him, though the swelling had gone down, and the pain was far less than it had been. But he was supposed to rest, and could not go out adventuring or chasing Ryder or visiting Flair, or to find the kind stranger to thank her for her help, or anything at all, really. Don't go. A sigh escaped the boy as he watched another droplet of rain swell and fall, his reflection distorted and upside down as it looked back at him, then vanished. Just like at the lake. Why, he wondered, did ghosts seem to appear to him It was another thing he could not understand.
His thoughts had turned pensive and melancholy, and he did not even care that the rain was beginning to soak through his coat now. Sprained paw, whatever, to be stuck here, bored was the worst affliction of them all, or at least it seemed so to him.
and finally a bit about your character... smoll foundling child in a big big world
