Post by Wolfyre on Aug 30, 2009 1:18:59 GMT -6
PERSONAL/MEMBER INFO REQUIREMENTS
Name Becky
Age 21
Have you read ALL RULES & GUIDELINES? YES
ALL RULES & STAFF AUTHORITY? YES ( I am the authority it'd be hard to disobey myself lol)
Requested ID: Admin (I control the boards so I guess there is no guess work to it lol)
CHARACTER
Name Kytya Tyrvus (Pronounced kiteea tearvose (long o sound silent e))
Aliases KittyWolf
Age 25 human years, succubi years unknown
Gender Female
Deities Malcanthet
Alignment Chaotic Neutral
Race 3/4 Succubi 1/4 human
Family Mother was a succubi (killed by slayer) & Father was a human high ranked lord (killed after being seduced by her mother)
Hair color Natural is black with red tips, but changes with her form
Eye color Natural a silvery blue, but also changes with her form
Distinguishing marks a pentagram shaped birthmark on her lower right back barely above her hip, visible in all forms.
Example RP Post
She walked through the woods on a cool september full moon lit night, the frost could be seen from each breath she took as she determinedly searched for a place to stay for the night. She hesitated hearing something in the distance. She pulled her long black wolf fur cloak tighter around her body to allow to to hear without it moving in the soft infrequent breezes that shifted the trees every so often. She raised her head a bit to get a wiff of the breeze from the north, nothing but animals ahead and the forest. Whatever it was it was coming from behind her, following...maybe? She listened hard with her keen hearing. Suddenly a chill ran up her back as a lone howl unlike that of a natural wolf pierce the night. Her eyes brightened in a bit of annoyance and worry. Damn a werewolf, just what I need damn it. I may like to play but beastiality is not my thing! She thought in annoyance to herself.
She listened harder yet, to hear the fall of heavy swift claws clenching ground to quicken pace. She quickly grew even more frustrated at the fact it found her to be dinner. She calmed herself, and began to feel her surroundings. Suddenly the werewolf lept from trees toward her back. She quickly sidestepped slicing through its left should with a blade of pure silver. It snarled in aggravation at the burning pain from the wound. The aggravation grew to a blind savage rage in the creature, making it charge forward. She stood still til the last possible moment when she swung hard slicing into the creatures throat, severing the windpipe. The creature staggered away trying to breathe to no avail. Of many things she as a succubus was, she was not merciless. She walked over to the creature, performing a soldier's execution style cut into the spine of the werewolf. She wiped her blade upon its fur, resheathing it before she continued on her way.