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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: The Dalmarn Experiments (Open, Map-WIP)
« on: November 21, 2014, 07:53:56 am »
Name:
Subject 12 [Usually goes by Twelve]
Age:
(26) years, (2) months
Species:
Pure blooded Cylar
Experiment or Free:
Twelve is an experiment
Personality:
Twelve is a very mellow wolf, despite being experimented on. She usually reveals a cool and composed appearance, tending to stick quiet in the shadows rather then out in the open. She also has a strong hatred for humans, and tends to attempt and lash out on them just on sight. Twelve can be easily angered, despite her quiet behaviour, she has a very very strong temper and will most likely lash out in an aggressive way. Despite being a cold and violent wolfess, Twelve truly cares for her kind and the well being of others. Even though it may not be shown with her words, it will usually be clearly shown with her actions.
Brief history:
Twelve was born into the facility from the breeding of her two parents. There isn't much to say, for she has grown up all her life with needles poking into the flesh of her fur, and her attention focused on the dull cell walls.
Subject 12 [Usually goes by Twelve]
Age:
(26) years, (2) months
Species:
Pure blooded Cylar
Experiment or Free:
Twelve is an experiment
Personality:
Twelve is a very mellow wolf, despite being experimented on. She usually reveals a cool and composed appearance, tending to stick quiet in the shadows rather then out in the open. She also has a strong hatred for humans, and tends to attempt and lash out on them just on sight. Twelve can be easily angered, despite her quiet behaviour, she has a very very strong temper and will most likely lash out in an aggressive way. Despite being a cold and violent wolfess, Twelve truly cares for her kind and the well being of others. Even though it may not be shown with her words, it will usually be clearly shown with her actions.
Brief history:
Twelve was born into the facility from the breeding of her two parents. There isn't much to say, for she has grown up all her life with needles poking into the flesh of her fur, and her attention focused on the dull cell walls.
I love hunting in Feral Heart, It's one of my most favourite things to do 
) : Asha sat still in the long green grass. She made not a move as her eyes were focused on a Alaskan Hare. She studied the creature. Catching it's every movment and every sound. Slowly she sank forward into the grass. Lower, and lower. Finally, once she caught a good grip of the ground she sprang forward. Her paws out and her teeth shined in the rays of sunlight that came out, behind the tree's. But suddenly she was caught. A fell to the ground scaring the Hare away. "Damn" she growled. Asha had payed to much focuse the Hare, then looking to where she was going. Getting up a bit timid now from the quick fall she padded off angerily swishing her tail back and forth. (Hope you liked it
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