Oh my God. I love this plot! <3 It's dark fantasy but with cool twists.~ So, if you don't mind, I'd like to join. ^^
Name: Simon
Pack: Zima
Species: Wolfie
Age: Young-ish adult. As in, 28, or so, in human years. Not sure what that is in dog years. xD
Gender: Male
Personality: Simon is a smartie-pants, sarcastic, tell-it-like-it-is, gentlewolf, complete with a British accent. He's very proud, both in a good way and a bad way. But when danger comes around, he's ready to run away, screaming, and abandon his pack. Though, if a pup or someone he loved was in danger, he would, of course, try to help.
Abilities & Weaknesses (not obligatory): Simon is fairly clever. He knows a lot about plants and herbs and the power and weaknesses of other natural animals. Not like he'd use that last one, though. He's fragile and prefers not to fight. He can't run that fast, either.
Picture:
I hope he's not too green lol.
Preset Download (if needed):
RP Example: Simon trotted through the undergrowth. He would occasionally step on a white flower, probably a daisy, or maybe a white campion. He was too focused on where he was going to look down and check. The others, the rest of the Zima pack, were resting in their usual camp. It made Simon's pelt prickle with tension to be away from them, since there were monsters creeping in every shadow, hiding at every corner, rampaging through the streets of the old, rusted city not too far from here.
It's not too far now, he reminded himself, as he took yet another shakey step. The dirt was cool and moist under his toes. The grass brushed his pads and claws. The soft singing of birds reached his perked ears and he finally started to relax.
Maybe we're safe after al- Simon couldn't even finish his thought when something touched his back. He shrieked, the fur on his scruff puffing out like a lion's mane, and whipped around. He was expecting a disgusting beast to be behind him, reaching out for his neck with long-fingered hands. But it was not a beast, nor did it even have hands, for it was just a leaf that had fallen out of its tree. Simon started to laugh nervously, his pupils still a bit wild.
"Oh, how daft of me," he muttered quietly to himself before setting off again for the river.
...I think I got carried away with my RP sample. x'D
