Post by Mábil on Aug 8, 2014 23:59:31 GMT
Introduce Your Character
Name: Mábil.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty-two.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Gatherer.
Personality: |173|
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Physical Description
Appearance / Markings / Body type: |55|
Blond, waist length hair frames a pair of blue, almond shaped, eyes with a hint of green near the pupil upon closer inspection. She has a straight nose, and high cheekbones. Mábil portrays a fair skin complexion, a small bust, and some curves-barely. Her attire consists mostly of loose-fitted dresses and moccasins made from deerskin.
Height: Five feet, six inches.
Weight: One hundred twenty-five pounds.
Scars or Tattoos: None.
Pic:![]()
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History: |861|
Conceived from a hunter's seed and birthed from a baker's womb, a baby girl came kicking and screaming into the world. The pair's first -and only- child was a demanding one, but the mother cherished her anyway; the father was out hunting most days only to return in the middle of the night, then repeat the cycle over again. Oh, but not before giving his child and the mother a kiss on their forehead before he left on his way. Winter was slowly closing in on the village that year, the man was trying to store as much food as possible for the cold months to keep him and his family well-fed during the harsh conditions.
A doting mother the child had throughout the first few years of her life. She adored the kisses and the dresses her mother gave her during that time. Mábil would be hanging onto her mother's dress where-ever she may have went, soon becoming nothing less than a shadow in her mother's presence. Later on, the mother taught her daughter how to cook, the basics anyways. A past time the two shared together when Father wasn't around-which was most of the time- and make a pot of vegetable soup. When Mother told her to get some carrots, she got the carrots. Mother told her to get some peas, she went and gathered some peas. Same with the cabbage and onions. Mábil's mother would cut the vegetables up, and she would scoop them up and place them in the pot of water, then stir. Always leaving some for her father whenever he came home.
When Mábil was around the age of twelve, Father had taken his reluctant child out of the village and into the Forestland while the mother was off mingling with her friends. When the walking became tiresome and her legs began to ache, the father complied so Mábil could take a quick rest. After standing there in silence, her father took his bow that was wrapped around his shoulders (not that she noticed he was caring one before), and a bag of arrows that he had in his hand and gave her the bow and one arrow. He positioned her legs shoulder-width apart, and had one hand hold the bow while her other hand held the arrow back against the string. Father told her to try and aim for a tree that was, roughly, fourteen feet in front of her. Her form stiff she let go of the arrow after she pulled it as far as it could stretch. Mábil looked down at ground to see the fallen arrow five feet, more or less, in front of her in the dirt.
Overtime, Mábil began to form a relationship with her father. Going out into the forest to practice her aim with his bow and arrow became a normal routine while they left Mother at home to sulk about her baby girl. No longer was she at home with her mother being her little helper in the kitchen, she was with Dad every second she could get. Mábil would be waiting at the door for his arrival, whether it be late in the night or not. Through the course of her teenager years with her constant practice with the bow she very gradually became decent; she wasn't as good as she wanted to be, but it was good enough to see the pride in her father's eyes.
At the age of nineteen, Mábil believed that it was time that her father and her could go on a hunt together. "Soon.", he said. Which He told her too many times. Every now-and-again she would be stuck at home with her mother, who still thought Mábil was the little girl that trailed after her and gave kisses to. When the day came for when Father and her would go on their hunt, she was surprised. It never did happen. Her father told her just one more day, all she had to do was wait until he came home that night before they left that following morning. Too bad he didn't come home. She hoped, she prayed, she wished for him to come back. Sadly, they didn't come true for her.
Those next few days soon turned in to months, then a year. Mábil kept telling herself he'd come back, he would. She had little doubt though, as in the back of her mind she knew she was telling herself lies. She got through the day by keeping herself busy with errands that her mother gave her, and from a few people in the village asking her to collect things that they may need or want. Her mother seemed to try and keep her in-or at least around- the house whenever it would get dark. Mábil would hear Mother mumble about the dangers of being out in the dark and the things that were out there whenever she would be near her (as the mother perceived the father's absence was due to a 'monster'). All the ramblings Mábil heard went to deaf ears as she believed the mother was just making a story to justify why he left.
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Sample RP Post:
[post made from a previous canine/feline site]
Name: Mábil.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty-two.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Gatherer.
Personality: |173|
Adventurous. Affectionate. Gullible. Sensitive.
Mábil is a person who likes to try new things despite the fact if it would cause her danger. She's not really one to stress over her safety, or of Death looming around the corner. Very easy to trick into doing something, quick to trust someone even if she just met them. This could cause Mábil to be used by someone- oh! not that she sees it like that, to her she was just helping them with whatever predicament they were in. An affectionate person she is, she becomes easily attached to a person (or two) and shows it by trying to be around them constantly, or just simple things like rubbing their hair, being (too) close to them, touching a shoulder or a hand..etcetera. When Mábil makes friends, she may seem overbearing, but she gives a lot of effort to keep them around for as long as she can. Mábil takes everything said or done to her to heart, an emotional one as she attempts to get over it but she can't.--------------------------------
Physical Description
Appearance / Markings / Body type: |55|
Blond, waist length hair frames a pair of blue, almond shaped, eyes with a hint of green near the pupil upon closer inspection. She has a straight nose, and high cheekbones. Mábil portrays a fair skin complexion, a small bust, and some curves-barely. Her attire consists mostly of loose-fitted dresses and moccasins made from deerskin.
Height: Five feet, six inches.
Weight: One hundred twenty-five pounds.
Scars or Tattoos: None.
Pic:
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History: |861|
Conceived from a hunter's seed and birthed from a baker's womb, a baby girl came kicking and screaming into the world. The pair's first -and only- child was a demanding one, but the mother cherished her anyway; the father was out hunting most days only to return in the middle of the night, then repeat the cycle over again. Oh, but not before giving his child and the mother a kiss on their forehead before he left on his way. Winter was slowly closing in on the village that year, the man was trying to store as much food as possible for the cold months to keep him and his family well-fed during the harsh conditions.
A doting mother the child had throughout the first few years of her life. She adored the kisses and the dresses her mother gave her during that time. Mábil would be hanging onto her mother's dress where-ever she may have went, soon becoming nothing less than a shadow in her mother's presence. Later on, the mother taught her daughter how to cook, the basics anyways. A past time the two shared together when Father wasn't around-which was most of the time- and make a pot of vegetable soup. When Mother told her to get some carrots, she got the carrots. Mother told her to get some peas, she went and gathered some peas. Same with the cabbage and onions. Mábil's mother would cut the vegetables up, and she would scoop them up and place them in the pot of water, then stir. Always leaving some for her father whenever he came home.
When Mábil was around the age of twelve, Father had taken his reluctant child out of the village and into the Forestland while the mother was off mingling with her friends. When the walking became tiresome and her legs began to ache, the father complied so Mábil could take a quick rest. After standing there in silence, her father took his bow that was wrapped around his shoulders (not that she noticed he was caring one before), and a bag of arrows that he had in his hand and gave her the bow and one arrow. He positioned her legs shoulder-width apart, and had one hand hold the bow while her other hand held the arrow back against the string. Father told her to try and aim for a tree that was, roughly, fourteen feet in front of her. Her form stiff she let go of the arrow after she pulled it as far as it could stretch. Mábil looked down at ground to see the fallen arrow five feet, more or less, in front of her in the dirt.
Overtime, Mábil began to form a relationship with her father. Going out into the forest to practice her aim with his bow and arrow became a normal routine while they left Mother at home to sulk about her baby girl. No longer was she at home with her mother being her little helper in the kitchen, she was with Dad every second she could get. Mábil would be waiting at the door for his arrival, whether it be late in the night or not. Through the course of her teenager years with her constant practice with the bow she very gradually became decent; she wasn't as good as she wanted to be, but it was good enough to see the pride in her father's eyes.
At the age of nineteen, Mábil believed that it was time that her father and her could go on a hunt together. "Soon.", he said. Which He told her too many times. Every now-and-again she would be stuck at home with her mother, who still thought Mábil was the little girl that trailed after her and gave kisses to. When the day came for when Father and her would go on their hunt, she was surprised. It never did happen. Her father told her just one more day, all she had to do was wait until he came home that night before they left that following morning. Too bad he didn't come home. She hoped, she prayed, she wished for him to come back. Sadly, they didn't come true for her.
Those next few days soon turned in to months, then a year. Mábil kept telling herself he'd come back, he would. She had little doubt though, as in the back of her mind she knew she was telling herself lies. She got through the day by keeping herself busy with errands that her mother gave her, and from a few people in the village asking her to collect things that they may need or want. Her mother seemed to try and keep her in-or at least around- the house whenever it would get dark. Mábil would hear Mother mumble about the dangers of being out in the dark and the things that were out there whenever she would be near her (as the mother perceived the father's absence was due to a 'monster'). All the ramblings Mábil heard went to deaf ears as she believed the mother was just making a story to justify why he left.
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Sample RP Post:
The bleached hairs on her tail trapped any debris that was on the ground as she tapped it repeatedly at a steady rhythm. Teeth clashing together absently, she looked ahead of her at the stone with no real focus. A few pops sounded from her bones when she bent her legs at a certain angle as she was stuck in a sitting position for a while. Several blinks caused her vision to return from its previous blurry state. Lifting her gaze to the emperor that was in her presence, she saw an expression that looked to be of disturbance which she assumed she was not the cause of. His motions caught her eye before his words did. She watched, almost entranced, as he left the jar's surface to touch the terrain. Jaws unhinged unknowingly, droplets of saliva seeped out of the corners of her jowls. Her tongue slipped out to try and catch the spit that escaped as he walked around her motionless body. The male's eyes now level to her own, she let the air that was held in her lungs to expel while her hot breath fanned his face. No reply was needed to be spoken, Belarus gave a swift nod before she noticed that Comanche swept through her fur. Her torso, without reason, tilted to the side that he was brushing through. Welcoming the touch greedily, the woman swished her tail so it was loosely wrapped around one of his feet. 'Taste..it' Her mouth stretched until it could go no further while she turned her head to the side and then quickly snapped it shut in the intention to grab fur, skin. The attempt proved to be fruitless as she was greeted with nothing but the sound of her own teeth clacking on one another. A mumbled sigh of disappointment released from her lips. Getting up from her partially sitting position, she let her limbs move freely so she was standing. Belarus twisted her physique so she was then facing the back of her newly-found emperor while she followed his retreating form.
[post made from a previous canine/feline site]
