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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: **NEW GROUP** 'The Ice in Our Veins' ((LOOKING FOR ANY MEMBERS))
« on: July 09, 2011, 01:31:43 am »
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In-game name: Utora
Character name: Konstantin
Gender: Male
Rank: 2nd in Command or Fighter
Ice-touch: Cyan
Mate: None known.
Mother/Father/Siblings: Mother unknown. Father; Sergey. Siblings unknown.
Feline/Canine: Canine
Personality: Konstantin is extroverted, thriving with the whole of a group and craving lots of social binds and ties to keep him on his feet in life but that is not to say he cannot afford to sustain himself alone. He is a strong soldier, loyal and very honest but also sympathetic. He feels when he is required to. Though an argument with strong emotions as opposed to a cold rational one may knock him off his feet because he makes little time to process his own emotions. He seldom feels blue, if anything at all as he sticks to what's relative to him and others in the moment. He cares greatly for those close to him and is willing to give his life for their cause. His weakness is at times, humility. Konstantin is gifted with great intuition about the world, himself and those around him. At times it can separate him from the whole and burden him with unseen duties, simply because he is aware of it before others. He takes his gift and uses it responsibly, assuming full ownership for his duties and never complains. It has brought where he is today and has made him strong; he doesn't think twice. He is naturally very clever, adept at handling stressful situations and is very smart on his feet. He can use his words to calm others down, or on the other hand he can utilize his sharp tongue to deal great damage.
Backstory: Konstantin (Kostya for short) was part of a small pack living on the edge of the frozen world. Rival packs made food and safety hard to manage and his pack leader moved the pack out. They moved to a more warmer area that displeased Kostya and when he became of age he sought life out on his own.
Rp Sample:
The rhythm of the rain falling on the forest ceiling became trance like and dissolved into white noise. The day was cool, overcast and left most creatures in the dense forest craving sleep above all else. That is to say, all creatures with Konstantin exempt. His deep set tracks in the mud shouted out his path from the river's edge below into the thick pine forest, that which he stood in now, hidden in the shadow of the great trees before him. His brassy eyes were dead set on some small rodent that also refused sleep in the cold rains. This was an art he had learned to forcibly become patient with; killing. There was the ideal, and then there was reality and more than not one was left with reality over the ideal. The simple fact he was out poaching rodents off another pack's territory instead of some great elk in the valley with his own kind expressed reality in place of his ideal. No, Konstantin did not let his mind wander. He did not even stray in thought to the possibilities of this becoming a meal, because it already was. The rodent had wandered over towards Konstantin at ease, scrounging the forest floor for it's own meal to be. Kostya relaxed and inhaled the sweet scent. The rodent seemed to take notice of Kostya's actions and take off, veering off down the ridge deeper into the forest, making all sorts of ruckus and chaos to warn others. Konstantin furrowed his brow and mumbled, disgruntled he'd missed a snack before his trek up North. Oh well, there's more than one ignorant rodent in this forest.
Before Kostya lifted his paw he saw the silhouette of another wolf on the forest line, a mere glimpse of what was and then what had been as it disappeared into shadow quicker than it had come. His eyes widened slightly to take in his landscape quickly. Memories of his childhood were dug up and thrown before him as he picked through them quickly, feverishly. The pack that had driven them out were noted for their ability to appear, disappear and repeat without trace or scent. A wind drifted the trees as they clicked and groaned from insider their mighty wood bound bodies, arms with pine and foliage scraping above, hissing out words to each other in the rain. Kostya shook his pelt but the water was skin deep as a gentle shiver rode over his spine and down his paws to the ground. He too adverted away like the rodent, yet he remained utterly silent, his pace masked by the loud conversation between the trees, wind and rain. Down the ravine he fled and deep into the thick forest, masked by shadow and rain. He did not stop. He did not tire. He did not look back. Onward he ran, and he was uncertain why for a moment. Why we all leave when they come. Konstantin did not yield to his own mind but proceeded onward, out of harms way once more and closer to the North with each step.
In-game name: Utora
Character name: Konstantin
Gender: Male
Rank: 2nd in Command or Fighter
Ice-touch: Cyan
Mate: None known.
Mother/Father/Siblings: Mother unknown. Father; Sergey. Siblings unknown.
Feline/Canine: Canine
Personality: Konstantin is extroverted, thriving with the whole of a group and craving lots of social binds and ties to keep him on his feet in life but that is not to say he cannot afford to sustain himself alone. He is a strong soldier, loyal and very honest but also sympathetic. He feels when he is required to. Though an argument with strong emotions as opposed to a cold rational one may knock him off his feet because he makes little time to process his own emotions. He seldom feels blue, if anything at all as he sticks to what's relative to him and others in the moment. He cares greatly for those close to him and is willing to give his life for their cause. His weakness is at times, humility. Konstantin is gifted with great intuition about the world, himself and those around him. At times it can separate him from the whole and burden him with unseen duties, simply because he is aware of it before others. He takes his gift and uses it responsibly, assuming full ownership for his duties and never complains. It has brought where he is today and has made him strong; he doesn't think twice. He is naturally very clever, adept at handling stressful situations and is very smart on his feet. He can use his words to calm others down, or on the other hand he can utilize his sharp tongue to deal great damage.
Backstory: Konstantin (Kostya for short) was part of a small pack living on the edge of the frozen world. Rival packs made food and safety hard to manage and his pack leader moved the pack out. They moved to a more warmer area that displeased Kostya and when he became of age he sought life out on his own.
Rp Sample:
The rhythm of the rain falling on the forest ceiling became trance like and dissolved into white noise. The day was cool, overcast and left most creatures in the dense forest craving sleep above all else. That is to say, all creatures with Konstantin exempt. His deep set tracks in the mud shouted out his path from the river's edge below into the thick pine forest, that which he stood in now, hidden in the shadow of the great trees before him. His brassy eyes were dead set on some small rodent that also refused sleep in the cold rains. This was an art he had learned to forcibly become patient with; killing. There was the ideal, and then there was reality and more than not one was left with reality over the ideal. The simple fact he was out poaching rodents off another pack's territory instead of some great elk in the valley with his own kind expressed reality in place of his ideal. No, Konstantin did not let his mind wander. He did not even stray in thought to the possibilities of this becoming a meal, because it already was. The rodent had wandered over towards Konstantin at ease, scrounging the forest floor for it's own meal to be. Kostya relaxed and inhaled the sweet scent. The rodent seemed to take notice of Kostya's actions and take off, veering off down the ridge deeper into the forest, making all sorts of ruckus and chaos to warn others. Konstantin furrowed his brow and mumbled, disgruntled he'd missed a snack before his trek up North. Oh well, there's more than one ignorant rodent in this forest.
Before Kostya lifted his paw he saw the silhouette of another wolf on the forest line, a mere glimpse of what was and then what had been as it disappeared into shadow quicker than it had come. His eyes widened slightly to take in his landscape quickly. Memories of his childhood were dug up and thrown before him as he picked through them quickly, feverishly. The pack that had driven them out were noted for their ability to appear, disappear and repeat without trace or scent. A wind drifted the trees as they clicked and groaned from insider their mighty wood bound bodies, arms with pine and foliage scraping above, hissing out words to each other in the rain. Kostya shook his pelt but the water was skin deep as a gentle shiver rode over his spine and down his paws to the ground. He too adverted away like the rodent, yet he remained utterly silent, his pace masked by the loud conversation between the trees, wind and rain. Down the ravine he fled and deep into the thick forest, masked by shadow and rain. He did not stop. He did not tire. He did not look back. Onward he ran, and he was uncertain why for a moment. Why we all leave when they come. Konstantin did not yield to his own mind but proceeded onward, out of harms way once more and closer to the North with each step.