Post by crazywriter on Jun 9, 2003 15:09:49 GMT -5
This is an RP starring one of the characters from a story I'm writing.
Hair: black, covers his ears
Eyes: red with cat-slit pupils
Height: around three feet
Age: Twelve-winter
Average Mood: angry, has a bad temper
Average Face: scowling
Most Likely To: attack you from behind, if you're an elf. If you're a human, he'll still attack you from behind, but he won't try to kill you without reason.
Weapons: about fifteen daggers, two short swords he uses at the same time, belonged to his father. Picked up the daggers along the way
Fears/Phobias: water
Hates/Detests: elves
Extra Features: bat-like wings, sharp teeth
Extra Abilities: flying, breathing fire, mage, night-seeing, instant healing, teleporting (in rare occasions), divination
Extra Info: he was raised by dragons from five winters old, then banished as an eight-winter when he lead an elf into the den during a war between elves and dragons.
Leo carefully lifted his short spear as he prepared to strike the rabbit in front of him. It was skinny-hardly enough meat to feed a hawk, let alone a boy, but he would live, as he had lived for the past four years, since he had been cast out from the clan by the only remaining dragon as an eight-winter.
The rabbit heard Leo's shift in weight, and started to bolt, but years of practice had honed his reflexes perfectly, and he successfully caught the rabbit. Now he could get out of this cursed cold and back to his home, where a nice, warm fire was waiting for him.
"And they call this weather summer," Leo muttered. "The only decent summer is in the desert, where it actually heats up." He froze, suddenly, hearing voices near his cave.
Hair: black, covers his ears
Eyes: red with cat-slit pupils
Height: around three feet
Age: Twelve-winter
Average Mood: angry, has a bad temper
Average Face: scowling
Most Likely To: attack you from behind, if you're an elf. If you're a human, he'll still attack you from behind, but he won't try to kill you without reason.
Weapons: about fifteen daggers, two short swords he uses at the same time, belonged to his father. Picked up the daggers along the way
Fears/Phobias: water
Hates/Detests: elves
Extra Features: bat-like wings, sharp teeth
Extra Abilities: flying, breathing fire, mage, night-seeing, instant healing, teleporting (in rare occasions), divination
Extra Info: he was raised by dragons from five winters old, then banished as an eight-winter when he lead an elf into the den during a war between elves and dragons.
Leo carefully lifted his short spear as he prepared to strike the rabbit in front of him. It was skinny-hardly enough meat to feed a hawk, let alone a boy, but he would live, as he had lived for the past four years, since he had been cast out from the clan by the only remaining dragon as an eight-winter.
The rabbit heard Leo's shift in weight, and started to bolt, but years of practice had honed his reflexes perfectly, and he successfully caught the rabbit. Now he could get out of this cursed cold and back to his home, where a nice, warm fire was waiting for him.
"And they call this weather summer," Leo muttered. "The only decent summer is in the desert, where it actually heats up." He froze, suddenly, hearing voices near his cave.
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