Post by Asher on Apr 9, 2006 20:14:48 GMT -5
Name: Draya
NickName(s): Dray
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Discription: Draya is of average height, and fairly thin. Her skin is fair and pale, but is accentuated with her bright blue eyes. Her hair is commonly a reddish brunette, but she tends to dye it. When she does dye it, it is usually platinum blonde. But who knows when it will change? Her style also changes often. But mostly, its punk. Since she used to be in a band, and is a drummer, she wears alot of classic rock band t-shirts, and concert shirts. But unlike some, she can make them work in perfect outfits. She's an induvidual, no denying that. And she doesn't follow the crowd.
Personality: She can be timid around people she doesnt know well, but is usually really 'out there'. She can be the life of the party, but is able to be serious too. She's an intellectual and kind of brainy, but doesnt let anything go to her head. She's incredibly modest and doesnt like to blow her own horn.
Past: Lived in an apartment with her twin, Asher. They moved out of home when they were 16 to escape their parents and start a band with two of their friends. Asher played bass guitar, Draya on drums. Their parents thought they needed to do better in school, so made their band break up and sent them here.
Pets: none
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Sample Post: [[is it okay if its a horse rp? I have never human rp-ed.]]
On this chilly August morning, the dew seeped up against the lush emerald grasses. There was a slight breeze, which scent the tall grasses billowing 'gainst themselves, and letting a wonderful morning smell envelope the plains. The setting was that of a good sized terra, in a particular secluded spot. To one side there was a small trickeling brook, bringing refreshments to the 'quines whom resided in this blessed land. To the other side, a thicket of tall oaks, flowered vines threaded between them to create a sort of screen. Yes, this place was like paradise.
If one was to walk by, their retinas could see the outline of an equine chassis. His marbled pelt stood out against the emerald lush, his obsidian and ivory hue contrasting softly. His barrel went in and out slightly with every even breath he took. He lay peacefully, occulids closed with fatigue. Every time he exhaled carbon, the thin grasses before him would flutter lightly. His forelock was draped over his left orb, and his long tresses were disheveled.
As the sun reached it's peak at the top of the towering pines, the birds began to sing their melodies. The stag's occuls drifted open as he inhaled deeply, loving the summer air. He raised his climax slightly and his azul retinas gazed out o'er the plains that he now called his home. The field began to come to life. A white rabbit bounded across his path, and the birds grew even louder and yet more serene.
The marbled stag then unfolded his appendai and raised himself to a stand. He extended his nape and shook his whole chassis, sending his tresses flying and his whipcord lashing out against his hocks and flanks. He then wandered over to the stream, to take a cool refreshing drink. He enjoyed the chilled aqua as it ran down his parched throat. It was at this time, when his acoustics swivled, catching another sound apart from that of the birds. He raised his elegant apex and wandered out of the terra, into what seemed to be another harem, this one public.
He halted In this new terrain, auds still trying to catch the sounds. Were they voices? But he saw no 'quines. He heard snippets of things. A "King" and "Ask" but he could not figure out what they were speaking of. But ah ha! He then realized, was this land so similar to the land of his old life? At one point, they were all called to a harem by the great air god and they made their pleads. He appointed one the king and one the queen. He had a hunch this was the same thing.
But whom to speak to? He wondered who would be appointing the positions. After a moment of pondering, he remembered the leader of the lands, Orion. Mayhap he was the great one that called them here for this meeting? Halleni believed this Orion quite powerful, certainly all hearing and all seeing. He would deliver his testimony, and Orion, Orion would hear. And peradventure Orion was not the one he sought? Well, someone would hear him, wouldnt they?
All-powerful Orion, I bid you an audience. vocals began his short speach. I ask you for one thing-the power of king. I shall be forever faithful, and be assured--My powers shall not be used in terror nor vain. And so ended his testimony. Would it be enough? He could only hope. He took a step back, daggers scraping across the lithospere, but not making craters.
What else could he do now, but wait?
Name: Asher
NickName(s): ash
Age: 17
Gender: male
Height: 6'2
Discription: Asher is tall, about 6'2". He isnt skinny, but has a tough, chiseled body. No extra fat, just muscles. He's a bit more 'preppier' than his sister, commonly buying his clothes at Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, or American Eagle. He goes for the California-Surfer look, even though he's never even been to the beach. His hair is about to his chin and flips out. He always has a nice tan.
Personality: Not a bit timid. He's bold and out there, completely the life of the party. He isn't afraid of social standings, and beats to his own drums. He doesn't give a damn about what other people say, and does his own thing. He may conform with the clothes he wears, but his ideals are his own. He is sensitive and kind, a good person to talk to when you're down.
Past: Lived in an apartment with his twin sister, Draya. They moved out of home when they were 16 to escape their parents and start a band with two of their friends. Asher played bass guitar, Draya on drums. Their parents thought they needed to do better in school, so made their band break up and sent them here.
Pets: none
Picture: coming soon.
NickName(s): Dray
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Discription: Draya is of average height, and fairly thin. Her skin is fair and pale, but is accentuated with her bright blue eyes. Her hair is commonly a reddish brunette, but she tends to dye it. When she does dye it, it is usually platinum blonde. But who knows when it will change? Her style also changes often. But mostly, its punk. Since she used to be in a band, and is a drummer, she wears alot of classic rock band t-shirts, and concert shirts. But unlike some, she can make them work in perfect outfits. She's an induvidual, no denying that. And she doesn't follow the crowd.
Personality: She can be timid around people she doesnt know well, but is usually really 'out there'. She can be the life of the party, but is able to be serious too. She's an intellectual and kind of brainy, but doesnt let anything go to her head. She's incredibly modest and doesnt like to blow her own horn.
Past: Lived in an apartment with her twin, Asher. They moved out of home when they were 16 to escape their parents and start a band with two of their friends. Asher played bass guitar, Draya on drums. Their parents thought they needed to do better in school, so made their band break up and sent them here.
Pets: none
Picture: alexzjohnsonfanz.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/alexzjohnson3.jpg
Sample Post: [[is it okay if its a horse rp? I have never human rp-ed.]]
On this chilly August morning, the dew seeped up against the lush emerald grasses. There was a slight breeze, which scent the tall grasses billowing 'gainst themselves, and letting a wonderful morning smell envelope the plains. The setting was that of a good sized terra, in a particular secluded spot. To one side there was a small trickeling brook, bringing refreshments to the 'quines whom resided in this blessed land. To the other side, a thicket of tall oaks, flowered vines threaded between them to create a sort of screen. Yes, this place was like paradise.
If one was to walk by, their retinas could see the outline of an equine chassis. His marbled pelt stood out against the emerald lush, his obsidian and ivory hue contrasting softly. His barrel went in and out slightly with every even breath he took. He lay peacefully, occulids closed with fatigue. Every time he exhaled carbon, the thin grasses before him would flutter lightly. His forelock was draped over his left orb, and his long tresses were disheveled.
As the sun reached it's peak at the top of the towering pines, the birds began to sing their melodies. The stag's occuls drifted open as he inhaled deeply, loving the summer air. He raised his climax slightly and his azul retinas gazed out o'er the plains that he now called his home. The field began to come to life. A white rabbit bounded across his path, and the birds grew even louder and yet more serene.
The marbled stag then unfolded his appendai and raised himself to a stand. He extended his nape and shook his whole chassis, sending his tresses flying and his whipcord lashing out against his hocks and flanks. He then wandered over to the stream, to take a cool refreshing drink. He enjoyed the chilled aqua as it ran down his parched throat. It was at this time, when his acoustics swivled, catching another sound apart from that of the birds. He raised his elegant apex and wandered out of the terra, into what seemed to be another harem, this one public.
He halted In this new terrain, auds still trying to catch the sounds. Were they voices? But he saw no 'quines. He heard snippets of things. A "King" and "Ask" but he could not figure out what they were speaking of. But ah ha! He then realized, was this land so similar to the land of his old life? At one point, they were all called to a harem by the great air god and they made their pleads. He appointed one the king and one the queen. He had a hunch this was the same thing.
But whom to speak to? He wondered who would be appointing the positions. After a moment of pondering, he remembered the leader of the lands, Orion. Mayhap he was the great one that called them here for this meeting? Halleni believed this Orion quite powerful, certainly all hearing and all seeing. He would deliver his testimony, and Orion, Orion would hear. And peradventure Orion was not the one he sought? Well, someone would hear him, wouldnt they?
All-powerful Orion, I bid you an audience. vocals began his short speach. I ask you for one thing-the power of king. I shall be forever faithful, and be assured--My powers shall not be used in terror nor vain. And so ended his testimony. Would it be enough? He could only hope. He took a step back, daggers scraping across the lithospere, but not making craters.
What else could he do now, but wait?
Name: Asher
NickName(s): ash
Age: 17
Gender: male
Height: 6'2
Discription: Asher is tall, about 6'2". He isnt skinny, but has a tough, chiseled body. No extra fat, just muscles. He's a bit more 'preppier' than his sister, commonly buying his clothes at Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister, or American Eagle. He goes for the California-Surfer look, even though he's never even been to the beach. His hair is about to his chin and flips out. He always has a nice tan.
Personality: Not a bit timid. He's bold and out there, completely the life of the party. He isn't afraid of social standings, and beats to his own drums. He doesn't give a damn about what other people say, and does his own thing. He may conform with the clothes he wears, but his ideals are his own. He is sensitive and kind, a good person to talk to when you're down.
Past: Lived in an apartment with his twin sister, Draya. They moved out of home when they were 16 to escape their parents and start a band with two of their friends. Asher played bass guitar, Draya on drums. Their parents thought they needed to do better in school, so made their band break up and sent them here.
Pets: none
Picture: coming soon.
