General
Name: Albi
Hunter Title: The She-Wolf
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
DOB: July Fourteenth.
Weight: Ninety four pounds.
Height: Five foot four.
Appearance:
Personality: Albi was, surprisingly, an incredably timid person in social situations. She couldn't converse with the opposite sex without completely tripping over her words or acting like a complete idiot, no matter the situation. And she didn't exactly get along with girls either. She just can't be social, so she just sort of stayed away from people in general. Being half wolf didn't help anything; She was outcasted easily.To be truthful, she was quite a lonely creature. She spent most of her time either alone at her small home, or on a quest.
Village: Pokke
Info
Hunter Rank: 1
Specialty: Blade Master.
Armor: Bone Armor Set.
Weapon Information
Blademaster Weapon:
History/Other
Family: Family died in a wildfire.
History: She was born in the forest, half wolf half human. Her mother was a human while her father was a wolf. They lived there in peace until she was about two. Then, the fire happened. The fire engulfed the forest like a stampede and didn't have any mercy on her parents. She was lucky enough to be rescued by a nearby peasant and brought up by her as well. Now that she is seventeen, she has left to 'find herself', whatever that means, and to become stronger, defeating all of the creatures that get in her way.
Roleplay Sample: (not from this genre of roleplay, but the only one I got! D:)
A day at his new 'work'. What a nice thought. A new town, a new job, a new circle of friends, everything seemed to be changing all around him. Even he was changing. He had moved from Riverside in the last week and had a hell of a time moving. It seemed to have taken a year, though it had only been, maybe, seven days. The moving company was slow and not at all polite, the bags were packed by himself, which made them messy and incredibly taped down, and the apartment was practically trash. He could just imagine what the first floor must have been like. After moving, he immediately found a job listing of all jobs that he either thought were repulsive or not worth doing, money-wise. So, he picked the highest paying most repulsive job, in his opinion; he was now a janitor in training. Yes, not a janitor, a janitor in training. What job is worse? Well, he could name some such as exorcist, bee-keeper, etc., but he didn't want to jinx himself by complaining.After he had gotten home from a horrible first day of plumming, washing toilets, and 'observing' how to stop a sewage leak (he wasn't advanced enough to actually stop one, apperently), he had taken a nice long shower and had finally gotten that horrible stench off. Now, he smelt of Axe, which, though strong, was better than fried fish, icecream, and urine that he smelled like after cleaning. Just the thought of going back there the next day made him want to roll over and puke. But, then again, it was probably better than living as a hobo out on the street and actually living in the stench he had encountered, or at least he thought it would be better. He walked down the halls, a slightly depressed look on his face. He wasn't the same after she left.Chicago meant everything to him. She was the thing that got him going in the morning, she was the one who listened to him, she was the one who most of his songs used to be about. Well, they still were, but they were mostly about her leaving or, ideally, coming back to him. But he did wish her the best. If she wanted to be gone, maybe with someone else, then she could do that. It didn't exactly make him happy that she was gone, but at least she was probably happier, if she even wanted to leave in the first place, and who was he to judge her for that. He still loved her though. He might always. Really, he was not usually this serious about things. Before she left, he was a carefree loser who was 'her dork'. He was goofy and rediculous most of the time, almost never serious when he needed to be. That was one of the things that might have driven her off, Lyric thought. Maybe he wasn't serious enough for her. Maybe she needed someone that could actually listen to her without making a joke out of it. And, after she left, he got really depressed for a while. What man wouldn't? He had proposed to her. So, he gambled away his money, hoping that it might fill some sort of torn part of his heart. It didn't. All of his friends told him to cheer up, meet new people, live in the moment and forget the girl. But he couldn't. He never really got over her. He was getting better though. Her name could come up in casual conversation without his muscles tensing or his stomach knotting. He laughed at jokes, he even made them some times. He was definitely getting better. He was actually starting to get over her, though he guessed that she had gotten over him quite some time ago. But that day was just one of those days. He walked down the hall further, feeling a bit down. Okay, a lot down. As he did, he closed his eyes for a second. Then, he felt someone bump into him. He almost didn't see her. He almost just kept walking, but he did a double take and stood there, almost in awe of who it was. For a second, he couldn't speak. His throat had closed up. Was this a dream? maybe he was having a mental break-down from stress. Or maybe it was her. It sounded like Chicago. It looked like Chicago. "'Cago?" he asked, a twitch of a smile on the side of his lip.
Name: Albi
Hunter Title: The She-Wolf
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
DOB: July Fourteenth.
Weight: Ninety four pounds.
Height: Five foot four.
Appearance:
Personality: Albi was, surprisingly, an incredably timid person in social situations. She couldn't converse with the opposite sex without completely tripping over her words or acting like a complete idiot, no matter the situation. And she didn't exactly get along with girls either. She just can't be social, so she just sort of stayed away from people in general. Being half wolf didn't help anything; She was outcasted easily.To be truthful, she was quite a lonely creature. She spent most of her time either alone at her small home, or on a quest.
Village: Pokke
Info
Hunter Rank: 1
Specialty: Blade Master.
Armor: Bone Armor Set.
Weapon Information
Blademaster Weapon:
- Spoiler:
- Name:
Type: Duel Swords
Rarity: 2
Attack: 25
Element: Ice 4
Sharpness: 45
Appearance: Large curved silver swords that can be strapped to your hands with a belt-like meterial. Shiny with almost a light icy look to it. Cold to the touch.
Description: Easy to slice and dice with, but stamina-draining as well. Surprisingly dull for a weapon of it's kind; it sometimes does more pounding than slicing if you hit at the wrong angle.
History/Other
Family: Family died in a wildfire.
History: She was born in the forest, half wolf half human. Her mother was a human while her father was a wolf. They lived there in peace until she was about two. Then, the fire happened. The fire engulfed the forest like a stampede and didn't have any mercy on her parents. She was lucky enough to be rescued by a nearby peasant and brought up by her as well. Now that she is seventeen, she has left to 'find herself', whatever that means, and to become stronger, defeating all of the creatures that get in her way.
Roleplay Sample: (not from this genre of roleplay, but the only one I got! D:)
A day at his new 'work'. What a nice thought. A new town, a new job, a new circle of friends, everything seemed to be changing all around him. Even he was changing. He had moved from Riverside in the last week and had a hell of a time moving. It seemed to have taken a year, though it had only been, maybe, seven days. The moving company was slow and not at all polite, the bags were packed by himself, which made them messy and incredibly taped down, and the apartment was practically trash. He could just imagine what the first floor must have been like. After moving, he immediately found a job listing of all jobs that he either thought were repulsive or not worth doing, money-wise. So, he picked the highest paying most repulsive job, in his opinion; he was now a janitor in training. Yes, not a janitor, a janitor in training. What job is worse? Well, he could name some such as exorcist, bee-keeper, etc., but he didn't want to jinx himself by complaining.After he had gotten home from a horrible first day of plumming, washing toilets, and 'observing' how to stop a sewage leak (he wasn't advanced enough to actually stop one, apperently), he had taken a nice long shower and had finally gotten that horrible stench off. Now, he smelt of Axe, which, though strong, was better than fried fish, icecream, and urine that he smelled like after cleaning. Just the thought of going back there the next day made him want to roll over and puke. But, then again, it was probably better than living as a hobo out on the street and actually living in the stench he had encountered, or at least he thought it would be better. He walked down the halls, a slightly depressed look on his face. He wasn't the same after she left.Chicago meant everything to him. She was the thing that got him going in the morning, she was the one who listened to him, she was the one who most of his songs used to be about. Well, they still were, but they were mostly about her leaving or, ideally, coming back to him. But he did wish her the best. If she wanted to be gone, maybe with someone else, then she could do that. It didn't exactly make him happy that she was gone, but at least she was probably happier, if she even wanted to leave in the first place, and who was he to judge her for that. He still loved her though. He might always. Really, he was not usually this serious about things. Before she left, he was a carefree loser who was 'her dork'. He was goofy and rediculous most of the time, almost never serious when he needed to be. That was one of the things that might have driven her off, Lyric thought. Maybe he wasn't serious enough for her. Maybe she needed someone that could actually listen to her without making a joke out of it. And, after she left, he got really depressed for a while. What man wouldn't? He had proposed to her. So, he gambled away his money, hoping that it might fill some sort of torn part of his heart. It didn't. All of his friends told him to cheer up, meet new people, live in the moment and forget the girl. But he couldn't. He never really got over her. He was getting better though. Her name could come up in casual conversation without his muscles tensing or his stomach knotting. He laughed at jokes, he even made them some times. He was definitely getting better. He was actually starting to get over her, though he guessed that she had gotten over him quite some time ago. But that day was just one of those days. He walked down the hall further, feeling a bit down. Okay, a lot down. As he did, he closed his eyes for a second. Then, he felt someone bump into him. He almost didn't see her. He almost just kept walking, but he did a double take and stood there, almost in awe of who it was. For a second, he couldn't speak. His throat had closed up. Was this a dream? maybe he was having a mental break-down from stress. Or maybe it was her. It sounded like Chicago. It looked like Chicago. "'Cago?" he asked, a twitch of a smile on the side of his lip.
