.... ooc name: Amicable
.... current characters: none yet!
.... how you found us: google
.... your character's initial fight stats: Sharpshooter
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Would it be better if Acheron claimed that he knew he was doing something wrong?
If he was thinking clearly, he would accept that, yeah, attacking a child who had not even really done anything directly horrible to him was a bad move. But he wasn't thinking clearly, now was he? His rage was a powerful beast, a lion trapped in his ribcage that roared and clawed and tore at his insides until he felt almost nauseous with the intensity of it. How could he deny it? Even if he wanted to -- he didn't, no, he didn't want to -- he couldn't stop it. All he knew, all that existed in the pinprick of time he was strung up in, was the anger and shame and fear he had felt. It was wrong -- he didn't like feeling that way. He didn't deserve to feel that way! These strangers he now lived beside weren't better than him. They were soft. They were nothing. His brain was choked by smoke, his heart was a forest fire, and his paws dodged heaps of kindling in the form of dry leaves and sticks on the ground that would betray his approach; was it a surprise that someone would end up burned?
All he could think about was the taste of blood on his teeth. He'd been denied before -- pulled away from his prey before the kill. Nothing would get in his way today. Not that he was going to kill the pup! Really, he wasn't. He was just going to send a message.
and finally a bit about your character... Acheron's a selfish, arrogant jerk. Hoping to have some fun breaking him down -- or redeeming him??? we'll see :)
.... current characters: none yet!
.... how you found us: google
.... your character's initial fight stats: Sharpshooter
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Would it be better if Acheron claimed that he knew he was doing something wrong?
If he was thinking clearly, he would accept that, yeah, attacking a child who had not even really done anything directly horrible to him was a bad move. But he wasn't thinking clearly, now was he? His rage was a powerful beast, a lion trapped in his ribcage that roared and clawed and tore at his insides until he felt almost nauseous with the intensity of it. How could he deny it? Even if he wanted to -- he didn't, no, he didn't want to -- he couldn't stop it. All he knew, all that existed in the pinprick of time he was strung up in, was the anger and shame and fear he had felt. It was wrong -- he didn't like feeling that way. He didn't deserve to feel that way! These strangers he now lived beside weren't better than him. They were soft. They were nothing. His brain was choked by smoke, his heart was a forest fire, and his paws dodged heaps of kindling in the form of dry leaves and sticks on the ground that would betray his approach; was it a surprise that someone would end up burned?
All he could think about was the taste of blood on his teeth. He'd been denied before -- pulled away from his prey before the kill. Nothing would get in his way today. Not that he was going to kill the pup! Really, he wasn't. He was just going to send a message.
and finally a bit about your character... Acheron's a selfish, arrogant jerk. Hoping to have some fun breaking him down -- or redeeming him??? we'll see :)
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