Post by Hawkstar22 on Jun 18, 2012 21:01:01 GMT -5
let's go over the BASICS
Full Registered Name: Morgan Leigh Flight
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Female
Faceclaim: None
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form:
hey let's talk about your FAMILY
Mother -
Full Name: Donna Leigh Flight
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Avian
Career: Merchant
Father -
Full Name: Glen Wain Flight
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Canine
Career: Farmhand
now, now, more about YOU
Strengths:
+ Thinks first and acts second
+ Great reflexes
+ Used to going hungry
+ Usually gets along well with others
+ Can get used to a shift quickly(not master it, but get used to moving in it)
Weaknesses:
- Not very strong
- Gets scared easily
- When she gets in an argument, she won't want to stop
- Afraid to ask for a favor
- Usually very gentle with humans and animals
Personality:
Morgan is mostly very quiet and doesn't like to talk a lot. Usually, she can manage remaining calm, but can be short-tempered when she wants to be. She usually abides the twelve second rule(how you feel the after the first twelve seconds of meeting someone will be how you feel about them for the rest of your life) and finds it hard to forgive and forget unless they do something extraordinary like saving her life or someone close to her's life. Morgan is smart, but very rarely offers answers or suggestions. Instead, she answers in her head and waits to see if someone else got to the same conclusion as her. She does this because she's afraid of being judged and getting in trouble. Usually, she never hurts anyone, but if she does, she lives with the guilt and regret for the rest of her life. Morgan likes to act cynical, but after knowing someone for a long time, she starts to act annoying around the poor souls. She is independent and tries to do her work silently and quickly so she has extra time to curl up with a good book, but sometimes finds it impossible not to buddy up with someone and take time to help them out. When near people she's comfortable with, she likes to joke around and will do everything in her power to make them laugh. It takes a lot to make her scream or get excited, but if she's surrounded by a bunch of crazy idiots, she'll end up following their lead. She never trusts herself to take the lead in anything involving others in fear that she might mess it up. She's bad with directions and doesn't have the best memory. This bad combo makes it easy for her to get hopelessly lost, making her dread going outside the Wall. Sometimes, she just wishes she could hide up in her room with a nice, long book!
Appearance:
Faceclaim: None :c
Morgan is an average sized girl with pale skin and skinny arms. She's quite slim and only weighs about 95-100 lbs. Her long hair falls down to elbow level and is a dirty blond that is often mistaken as brown, although this usually leads to an argument, as she is sensitive when it comes to her body. Unless someone does her hair for her, it has no real style, and she just lets it fall down her back. Every once in a while, she doesn't even bother to brush it. Her eyes are a pretty green/blue, with the outside of the colored part being a dark blue. A small ring around the pupil is a golden brown. Her eyelids are usually slightly drooping, giving a calm, tired look to her. Freckles dot her cheeks and make her appear very childish, in her opinion. Since she used to help her parents with their farm work when she was young, mud is no stranger to her and her fingers and the bottoms of her feet are normally caked with the stuff. The bottoms of her feet are very tough, as she is used to running around on stone barefoot. Her bangs are naturally curly and point in different directions than the other locks. She often just brushes them to the side, although her mother wants her to push most of them to her right side so they look like they have a purpose. They are long enough to get in her eyes when she's moving around a lot, but unfortunately, not long enough to be tucked behind her ears, which annoys her greatly. Since she's a simple, modest girl, she simply wears jeans and a short-sleeve t-shirt. Her jeans are ripped and have holes in them from running wild outside the Wall with her best friend, and her shirt has small holes around the shoulder area from a parrot she used to own before it flew away.
History:
Morgan grew up with her wonderful, caring parents and two older brothers before her annoying siblings ran off into the woods and got lost. She waited months for their return and whenever asked about them, she snaps, "They aren't dead! They'll show up one day. I just know it!" although she knows very well they're long gone. In order to take her mind off of them, her parents tried to get her to do farm work. She grew used to working in the hot sun, although as soon as she finished her portion of the work, she would run up into her room and either read a book or write a short story about two boys who got lost in the woods and learned to survive on their own, her way of convincing herself they were out there somewhere. Eventually, she stopped helping her parents with the farm and started searching for her own job, although she can't decide what she wants to do with herself.
end it with the WRITER
Your Name: I would rather not say my name, if it's alright with you. And no, it isn't Morgan. I just really like that name.
Call me Hawkstar, Hawk, Hawky... You get the picture.
Who Told You About ST?: Jonsie
Role Playing For How Long?: About six or seven years, although I'll admit I usually don't do literate ones.
Activity Level: I'll probably be on almost every day.
Role Play Sample:
(Sorry it isn't very long. I don't really do any literate ones. This is "Wolves of the Forest" from Felisfire. All of the characters are wolves accept for our guest star: a skunk!
)
May accepted the wad of cobwebs, although most of the bleeding had stopped. She removed the bandages and pressed the cobwebs down, using as much pressure as she could. After a while, she took them off, put some more of the paste on, placed them back on again, and covered it up with the leaf wrap. "Done," she breathed. "I hope I did it right... Well, I'm off to get her some water! Later, guys!" With that happy note, she shot past the other wolves, leaving camp at what felt like the speed of light.
Oak trotted back into camp. "I warned Keda about the blood," she announced nonchalantly. "I'll fetch her when the scent is gone." She yawned, like nothing bad was happening.
"How about you go get us something first?" Dusk suggested. "We need a really strong-smelling plant to mask the stench of blood. Since you have nothing else to do, it would be best if you went." His amber eyes glowed hot with annoyance for the small she-wolf.
"Okay," she said, getting up and leaving camp again. She started sniffing once she was ways out. The horrid scent of skunk nearly knocked her off her paws.
"Gross!" she squeaked to herself, then hatched a plan. She got a wad of moss in her jaws and threw it onto the smelly beast. Of course, it sprayed the moss and ran away, tail held high in the air. Oak grabbed the foul-smelling stuff in her jaws and grudgingly carried it back in camp, silently retching the whole way.
Full Registered Name: Morgan Leigh Flight
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Female
Faceclaim: None
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form:
hey let's talk about your FAMILY
Mother -
Full Name: Donna Leigh Flight
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Avian
Career: Merchant
Father -
Full Name: Glen Wain Flight
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Canine
Career: Farmhand
now, now, more about YOU
Strengths:
+ Thinks first and acts second
+ Great reflexes
+ Used to going hungry
+ Usually gets along well with others
+ Can get used to a shift quickly(not master it, but get used to moving in it)
Weaknesses:
- Not very strong
- Gets scared easily
- When she gets in an argument, she won't want to stop
- Afraid to ask for a favor
- Usually very gentle with humans and animals
Personality:
Morgan is mostly very quiet and doesn't like to talk a lot. Usually, she can manage remaining calm, but can be short-tempered when she wants to be. She usually abides the twelve second rule(how you feel the after the first twelve seconds of meeting someone will be how you feel about them for the rest of your life) and finds it hard to forgive and forget unless they do something extraordinary like saving her life or someone close to her's life. Morgan is smart, but very rarely offers answers or suggestions. Instead, she answers in her head and waits to see if someone else got to the same conclusion as her. She does this because she's afraid of being judged and getting in trouble. Usually, she never hurts anyone, but if she does, she lives with the guilt and regret for the rest of her life. Morgan likes to act cynical, but after knowing someone for a long time, she starts to act annoying around the poor souls. She is independent and tries to do her work silently and quickly so she has extra time to curl up with a good book, but sometimes finds it impossible not to buddy up with someone and take time to help them out. When near people she's comfortable with, she likes to joke around and will do everything in her power to make them laugh. It takes a lot to make her scream or get excited, but if she's surrounded by a bunch of crazy idiots, she'll end up following their lead. She never trusts herself to take the lead in anything involving others in fear that she might mess it up. She's bad with directions and doesn't have the best memory. This bad combo makes it easy for her to get hopelessly lost, making her dread going outside the Wall. Sometimes, she just wishes she could hide up in her room with a nice, long book!
Appearance:
Faceclaim: None :c
Morgan is an average sized girl with pale skin and skinny arms. She's quite slim and only weighs about 95-100 lbs. Her long hair falls down to elbow level and is a dirty blond that is often mistaken as brown, although this usually leads to an argument, as she is sensitive when it comes to her body. Unless someone does her hair for her, it has no real style, and she just lets it fall down her back. Every once in a while, she doesn't even bother to brush it. Her eyes are a pretty green/blue, with the outside of the colored part being a dark blue. A small ring around the pupil is a golden brown. Her eyelids are usually slightly drooping, giving a calm, tired look to her. Freckles dot her cheeks and make her appear very childish, in her opinion. Since she used to help her parents with their farm work when she was young, mud is no stranger to her and her fingers and the bottoms of her feet are normally caked with the stuff. The bottoms of her feet are very tough, as she is used to running around on stone barefoot. Her bangs are naturally curly and point in different directions than the other locks. She often just brushes them to the side, although her mother wants her to push most of them to her right side so they look like they have a purpose. They are long enough to get in her eyes when she's moving around a lot, but unfortunately, not long enough to be tucked behind her ears, which annoys her greatly. Since she's a simple, modest girl, she simply wears jeans and a short-sleeve t-shirt. Her jeans are ripped and have holes in them from running wild outside the Wall with her best friend, and her shirt has small holes around the shoulder area from a parrot she used to own before it flew away.
History:
Morgan grew up with her wonderful, caring parents and two older brothers before her annoying siblings ran off into the woods and got lost. She waited months for their return and whenever asked about them, she snaps, "They aren't dead! They'll show up one day. I just know it!" although she knows very well they're long gone. In order to take her mind off of them, her parents tried to get her to do farm work. She grew used to working in the hot sun, although as soon as she finished her portion of the work, she would run up into her room and either read a book or write a short story about two boys who got lost in the woods and learned to survive on their own, her way of convincing herself they were out there somewhere. Eventually, she stopped helping her parents with the farm and started searching for her own job, although she can't decide what she wants to do with herself.
end it with the WRITER
Your Name: I would rather not say my name, if it's alright with you. And no, it isn't Morgan. I just really like that name.
Call me Hawkstar, Hawk, Hawky... You get the picture.Who Told You About ST?: Jonsie
Role Playing For How Long?: About six or seven years, although I'll admit I usually don't do literate ones.
Activity Level: I'll probably be on almost every day.
Role Play Sample:
(Sorry it isn't very long. I don't really do any literate ones. This is "Wolves of the Forest" from Felisfire. All of the characters are wolves accept for our guest star: a skunk!
)May accepted the wad of cobwebs, although most of the bleeding had stopped. She removed the bandages and pressed the cobwebs down, using as much pressure as she could. After a while, she took them off, put some more of the paste on, placed them back on again, and covered it up with the leaf wrap. "Done," she breathed. "I hope I did it right... Well, I'm off to get her some water! Later, guys!" With that happy note, she shot past the other wolves, leaving camp at what felt like the speed of light.
Oak trotted back into camp. "I warned Keda about the blood," she announced nonchalantly. "I'll fetch her when the scent is gone." She yawned, like nothing bad was happening.
"How about you go get us something first?" Dusk suggested. "We need a really strong-smelling plant to mask the stench of blood. Since you have nothing else to do, it would be best if you went." His amber eyes glowed hot with annoyance for the small she-wolf.
"Okay," she said, getting up and leaving camp again. She started sniffing once she was ways out. The horrid scent of skunk nearly knocked her off her paws.
"Gross!" she squeaked to herself, then hatched a plan. She got a wad of moss in her jaws and threw it onto the smelly beast. Of course, it sprayed the moss and ran away, tail held high in the air. Oak grabbed the foul-smelling stuff in her jaws and grudgingly carried it back in camp, silently retching the whole way.