A new RP!! Grr..I'm new to this so bear with me.
Send me a p.m with your information and I'll probably let you join..
Ok, general stuff.::
Name:
Kind{like what species}:
Gender:
Age:
A Detailed Description of what you look like: {this is to save confusion later}
Human or fuzzy:
Clothing: {Detailed descritions or photos are much appeciated.
Class: {swordsman/woman, archer, firebreather, mage, or fisherman/woman}
Skill: {minor; hunting, fishing, gathering wood. Major; fire, water, earth, air, the basics for your class.}
Setting: There has just been a blizzard in a place called Cornicopolis [CORN-ah-co-pole-iss] where humans and furries live together in ignorant bliss. The humans ignore the furries and interact as little as possible and the furries try to be as polite as necissary.
Oh! Be creative with your writing, don't use one liners. It makes it harder to reply. the only rules are thus: no instant killing; no ridiculous stuff. THIS IS A SERIOUS RP!
So let's begin shall we?
Name: Artemisia Eternally Fallen
Kind: Tiger, wolf {halfbreed}
Gender: Female
Age: 16
A Detailed Description of what you look like: {this is to save confusion later} Black fur with orange stripes, a black tail, silver paws, silver belly
Human or Fuzzy: Fuzzy of course!
Clothing: {Detailed descritions or photos are much appeciated.} A purple tank top that stops about bottom stomach, dark blue pants that stop a few inches above the foot, no shoes.
Class: {swordsman/woman, archer, firebreather, mage, or fisherman/woman} Swordswoman
Skill: minor; fishing and hunting. Major; fire.
"Let's see, if the map shows this here and that there..Then this is where I need to go." Artemisia grumbled, shoving her hands into her tight, blue jeans. Her black combater boots stood out sorely in the white snow. Her hip-length golden-brown hair blew behind her in a gentle breeze. She was very frustrated but she was determined to make it to her parents' friends' house on time for the celebration. She can't remember what the celebration's for but whatever will make her parent's happy.. 'Ok, so where is the stables?' She pondered, picking up her satchel and walking toward a small building. "Hello?" She called smoothly, her voice clear and crisp with a southern drawel.
"Yes?" A deep, gravelly voice asked behind her. "What is it?" The voice belonged to a boy about six foot five. He wore dark blue jeans and a black t with 'Bite Me.' across the chest. His smile was full of perfect teeth and it made her scowl.
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