Name: Medic
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Species: Wolf/fox with the power of healing
Role: Medic
Personality: The wolf can often be curious and naive, but doesnt let it get in the way of her job. She can be cold or rude at times, even a bit strange socially. She is often serious and doesn't have a big sense of humor. Medic takes pride in her knowledge of herbs and healing. Some may take her as snobby or unprofessional, but those who gets close to her know that is a kind-hearted, protective soul inside.
History: She was a young pup when she was brought into the fighting arena by her father, her mother had died in her birth. Her father had tried to teach her how to fight, but she proved to be too physically weak to even land a hit. Her father was then punished by 'dog-baiting' when he attemtpted to fake her age and out her in a fight when she was 8 months old. Her father died by that punishment, and to this day still cannot bear to watch anyone die that way. Since she was orphaned by the dog-bait, one of the hosts agreed to take her in and she has been a medic ever since
Appearance:
A wolf/fox mix with a small, delicate frame and a brown pelt with light brown underfur. She has a mane of reddish brown and tall antlers sticking out from behind her ears. Her markings and eyes are a might green hue.
Roleplay Sample:
Medic raised her weary eyes from the floating crystals she had fixed her gaze on, the mint green visage hovering to a large, brawny tiger. His black and orange stripes were stained with freely flowing blood, gushing out of gashes on his sides and slithering down his flank to drip onto the ground below him. The wolf/fox hybrid yawned and lifted herself off the ground, motioning the tiger to sit on the soft bedding she was once lying on. Once the fighter had settled himself she stalked over to the collection of herbs that sat atop a thick deer skin laid out on the den floor. Medic picked up a red topped shroom from the assortment gently with her small, prick-like teeth and brought it to the tiger.
"Eat," She commanded, lumbering away again. The tiger snuffed at the 'hospitality' he was getting, but quickly crunched into the shroom, letting the odd tasting plant slide down his throat. Medic smirked as she heard the sound of the fighter's head slink down, hitting the floor, the sound of snoring emanating from his throat.
"Perfect. Lets get to the healing then," She said to herself.
Name: Dosa
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Species: Lynx
Role: Host
Personality: Usually jovial and strange, Dosa is easily amused when it comes to fights. Even though on the outside he is cheerful and non-chalant, he has a darker side that is more sadistic, murderous, and clever.
History: He was forced into the fights and into insanity, inheriting the position of a host because his father was a champion fighter and his mother was a host. So as not to soil the family name he clawed his way to the top and is one of the best known fighters, but soon retired to the role of a host. He still occassionally fights however.
Appearance: Will add a pic
((By the way, once you have one character with an rp sample you don't need to do an rp sample for any other characters you enter
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