Post by sundusk on Jun 25, 2012 20:48:29 GMT -5
let's go over the BASICS
Full Registered Name: Alexander Orion King Pretty self explanatory, full name including first middle and last.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Faceclaim: None
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form: Please leave blank.
hey let's talk about your FAMILY
Mother -
Full Name: Masibella Clara King
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Rodent (Commoner)
Career: Metalsmith
Father -
Full Name: Brian Stonehand.
Birth Rank: Royal Court
Birth Form Category: , Reptile
Career: Armed Guard
now, now, more about YOU
Strengths:
+Strong
+Loves easily
+Loyal
+Smart
+Fast
Weaknesses:[b/]
- Bashful
- Loyal to a Fault
- Reckless
- Brave (yes, that is a bad thing)
- Prone to debilitating seizures
- Shy
Personality:
He loves to be loved. He will go out of one's way to earn their trust, but is prone to grudges. He is rather shy, but he loves company. He refuses to leave his mother's side when she goes outside of the wall, and is caring and determined. He stays away from people who are doctors, because every single one who has seen him has tried to kill him. He has seizures often, at least twice a week. All he wants is a family who won't mock or scorn him because of his condition. He doesn't get along well with his father, who left the family when he was little. He has a number of pets that his mother brings him, such as a small mutt, a crested gecko, some rodents, and he even raised an eagle, once. He sets each animal free that wants to go free. He still has his mutt, a blind squirrel, and his gecko named Wallace.
Appearance:
He is tall and muscly, with light, sandy brown hair. His fingers are callused, he is an apprentice at the metal smith forges. He has scars all over from doctors who tried to "Cure" him. He hates shoes, and his feet are hard and firm on the bottom. He never wears pants that extend to his ankles, and he usually only wears a vest made of leather in case of a seizure. But, he sometimes wears a dark jacket when it is cold outside. He has blue eyes, dark blue. He wears a chain around his neck, usually his gecko, wallace, hangs there while he works at the forges.
History:
He was born during the harvest, on the night of a blue moon. His mother spoiled him, until he asked not to be . His father beat him after every unsuccesful doctor's appointment, which happened often. At the age of five, his father left. He cared for every wounded or disabled animal that cam his way. At twelve, he was apprenticed at the forge, under a kind man named Whisk. He has been there ever since, rooming above the shop next to it.
end it with the WRITER
Your Name: What you would like to be called on Shifting Tales by other role players. Sunny
Who Told You About ST?: Hawkstar22
Role Playing For How Long?: How long have you been RPing? Awhile, but not on this site
Activity Level: How active are you going to be on site? Log in every day? Every other day? Every other day or more
Role Play Sample: Give a sample of your roleplaying skill. Not to do with ST. If you already have an accepted character, please put that character's full name here and ignore this section.(This is from another RP on another site, it is about dragons)
Saph winced at the sound of her brother laughing in the distance. It must be nice to have a dragon blood. She sighed, remembering how she used to laugh like that with Grace.
Sapphique wandered through the territory, searching for Xani. When, after an hour, she couldn't find her, she spotted some stones warming in the light. she stopped and rested on them, soaking up the light. After a few minutes, she was asleep. A faint tap, tap, tap, noise woke her up.
Her tail flicked in annoyance. She groaned as she got up, her wings sore. The tapping came again, so she searched through the rocks, finding a large, rocky stone. She picked it up, and it tapped again.
A pouch hung from her neck, containing the egg from Grace. she took it out and compared sizes. The stone and the egg were remarkably similar, except the rock was bumpy, while the egg was smooth. She breathed fire on the eggs, and laughed when she heard them both tapping. "They must be dragon eggs!" she exclaimed. She put the eggs, now constantly tapping, in her neck pouch and flew off. Before long, she found what she was looking for. A cave.
She placed some sticks inside the cave, which was fairly small, and then some moss. She then placed the eggs inside and lit the sticks on fire.
Far off, Mannix and Nolan stood up, stretching. The walked for a little while, then Nolan tripped. That in itself wasn't so extraordinary, but the thing that he tripped on was. It was a large, purple dragon egg.
Nolan picked it up, marveling at the white and silver veins running through it. "What do you think it means, Mannix?" Nolan asked.
"I think we should hatch it." Mannix suggested, after hearing a faint tapping. "All dragon eggs, whether they be frost or fire, will hatch in warmth."
Nolan scowled. "You know what I mean. Why do you think it is out here? First the egg that Saph found, now this!" Nolan set it down, but before he could say anything, Mannix breathed warm air onto it. The egg split, and inside were two little dragons curled up. One was dark blue, the other was silvery white. "Twins!" Mannix roared gleefully.
Nolan sighed, then picked the dragonlings up. Each was about as long as his forearm. The silver one was a male, the other a female. They were smooth and soft, their scales yet to harden. But, they had ridges on their brows, and they had no spikes. "Smooth Tails!" Mannix exclaimed.
"They need dragon bloods." Nolan said.
Suddenly, Mannix grew dark and his eyes flamed from within. "The dragons have lived long with humans, but we don't need them!" He roared, long and loud.
Nolan turned, and soon a lion roared with him. The dragonlings, after being dropped, were frightened out of their wits. They had no wings, but they were fast. Stumbling on long,but new legs, they ran off to a small stream of smoke, where, unbeknownst to them, three other eggs were hatching.
Sapphique had gone to where she had found the other egg and discovered a darker gray egg and put it in the fire. After a few minutes, she took each egg out and curled herself around them.
Before long, the eggs had cracks in them. Saph was dying to help, but she knew that dragons needed to fight their own way out of an egg, to have the strength to survive their first days.
While she waited, the Smooth Tail twins approached her from behind. They noticed that the fire had gone out, but the "mother" dragon curled up around her eggs. Saph noticed the hatchlings and motioned for them to come closer. They snuggled up next to her, as Saph's motherly instincts took over.
5 minutes later, the blue egg hatched. It was a sky blue female, with fur just like Sapphique. She Had no wings at all, but her tail was long and flat. She was a Water dragon. The rocky eggs hatched into one male, and one female. They were short and stocky, but already well built. They had little tails, and large, clawed paws. Their wings covered most of their bodies, suggesting that they were going to be big wings. The first gray egg hatchling was brown, while the second, the female, was a brilliant, sparkling purple.
Saph smiled as they all stumbled around. She named the whitish silver Smooth tail, the male, Orion, and the female Serenity. The purple rock dragon she named Faith, and her brother was called Leo. The blue dragon, though, she named Grace.
Before long, the new hatchlings snuggled up to Sapphique, after eating a meal that Saph had (I know, nasty) regurgitated.
Once they were asleep, she sighed. "What am I going to do with you? You have no dragon bloods!"