Post by doll on Aug 23, 2009 7:19:51 GMT -5
Name: DOLL
Age: 16
Sex: XX –Female-
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: 4 to 5 years
Appearance (picture preferred): Doll is short for her kind, they called her a mistake and yet she was one of the most successful of her ‘generation’ which was the shifters. Her body is slim and wily and she has a muck of long russet brown hair and clear grey eyes her face is slightly oval and he hair is naturally curly. Doll’s wings are grey with brown spots, exactly like a peregrine falcons she has a fringe running across the front of her face and soft pink lips.
Powers: Doll can shape shift into animals and can hear them talking, she can talk back to them. But her head is constantly filled with murmurs of animals around her and when she is example at a farm it will be very constant and hard for her to manage. When she is in animal form she takes a part of the animal with her, like memories. Say if she shifts into a wolf she will get one very specific memory from it, like if he had a mate she will instantly have an attraction for her.
Personality: Doll likes to keep to herself; it is very hard for her to open up to others. Doll loves animals and shows her soft side a lot to them, she finds it easier to be around animals then humans, or well others of her kind. She lives for the day and her attitude toward the earth means Doll basically a big hippy. When you first meet her she is standoffish and many do not trust her, she is not one of many words and likes to speak when the time matters. When Doll opens her heart if someone breaks her trust she can’t manage with it again. On the outside she pushes everyone away because she is afraid to get hurt. In the lab it was easy; they never formed bonds with her. But one did, and he broke her down and figured her all out. It was basically all she lived for in that place; until she told him everything about her. And when the time was right he proved to be one of them. It broke her and she couldn’t trust for a long time.
History (two paragraphs): Doll, like any mutant wasn’t a test tube baby. She had a mother and father. As soon as she was born she was taken, they told her parents a cot death. She was taken straight to the school and was made as one of the many of generation Shift. They were mutants that were to change their form, though they weren’t all successes. Only two of the generation lived past two weeks and that was Project: Shadow and Experiment: Gift, Project: Shadow could shift if you hadn’t already guessed shadows. He could become a ghost and someone else’s appearance in there own shadow. They called him a work of art, where as Gift, she was a failed cause, too short and couldn’t stand most of the tests, she only had the wings –or so they thought- but she grew very close to Shadow and they soon gathered that she could shift.
This changed a lot in Doll’s life, the tests became exceedingly more, all the time her blood was taken, and a depression crept over her and took away all her joy all her life. She was forced to shift against her will and she soon broke under their force and did whatever they asked. After her 15th year her story became old and she was sent to be expelled, but as she got there something happened, she couldn’t do it anymore. She was fed up with being in a cadge something in her took flight and she was a small bird getting away. Freedom wasn’t everything that she dreamt of; Doll was more alone then ever. But soon she found a place where she could hide, when they asked her name her reply was simple ‘Doll’ it was Shadow’s pet name for her and she adored it as much as him.
The humans were very welcoming to her and guessed that she had a lot of secrets to keep; it was the right place. Everyone was to themselves and this stranger was just another in a long line of other refugees that just needed a break from their life. Doll stayed there for a year, she went to school. She lived like a teenager, but they found her, so Doll went on the run again. She couldn’t stop, and life was taking its toll on her. She didn’t understand anything anymore and didn’t know if she should let them get her and get it over with. She had nothing left to live for.
RP sample (at least 100 words): [from another site =]]
Living here for awhile re opens your senses on how you work things, Gravity found that the normal day to day stuff was coming more easier for her then when she first arrived with Inertia; back then the days wore on and constantly watching the humans mingle was just fascinating, now that she was over the excitement of meeting one Gravity found herself rather bored. So for most days she traveled into the small town of Cardiff for scavenging, hanging out and just trying to find something amusing do fill her time with. Her dog claws clicked on the pavement as the breeze glided its cool fingers through her thick golden fur, watching the world form bright green eyes that reflected perfect mirrors as she wandered through the filled streets of Cardiff; something about the excitement of the other humans made her feel right at home.
The smells of the city were as exciting to the German shepherd dog as it was the first time when she had traveled to this earth at first; on Ket there was never any traditions, just the people living peacefully, the planet was mostly barren and didn’t have huge skyscrapers like this place seemed to be filled with, the False normally lived off the land like their ancestors the creatures that lived peacefully; many philosophers on the planet had pondered the thought at why Eqquu’s the god of creation had given them such gifts, to mingle with such power that they held at their fingertips was amazing. And yet very resourceful for any alliance; the planet Ket had no alliances or wishes to go to war. Just to live, love and grow to have a family and be surrounded by ones that understood them; more hippies then anything else.
Pushing through a crowed street she cut off and headed for one of the empty ones. Her head felt swollen and crowded, wandering more the actually going somewhere important. The concrete was cool under her paws and the silence to her astounding ears was welcome, so her mind could rest. Well she never normally was one to sit still, for if you sit down to long at a dance, you always miss out on your chance. With a twitch of her head the crowds were subsiding and her chance of finding food was lessening by the moment; maybe some people in the quieter houses threw out good trash. Pulling her tiring muscles out of the quick effortless trot she was traveling in Gravity pulled over onto some fresh grass. It felt like clock springs under her paws as she sat and watched the quiet street, letting herself slip into a peaceful laying position with her head on her paws she watched the human world go around her.
Letting her eyes shut and hunched muscles relax she felt a hand on her shoulder, bringing her lugs under her in an instant she sprung away from the hand and stared daringly at the offender. A young human female was watching her, with little blonde curls that clung to her rosy red cheeks as she clutched tightly to a well worn piece of material, one thumb was in her mouth as she was still reaching over with her blanket hand to pet her ‘just a kid’ she told herself sternly, letting her step closer the girl ran her fingers on head “Puppy!” she yelled playfully ‘no sh-t sherlock’ of course my Gravity would never say this; instead she put her dog smile across her happy face and wagged her hunk of a tail.
With a sheepish expression Gravity noticed the mother running over carrying what looked like a dog lead but noticed it was a harness for the child; were they now using leads on their children now. With a confused look in her bright eyes she watched as she hooked it onto the girl’s hand and muttered something about nasty germs that hang around dogs, if human Gravity felt she would have pulled a face that symbolized ‘I’ll show you germs’ and with that she went over and licked the woman’s frail hand with painted finger scales a shriek came from her that motioned that it was time for Gravity to scat. Turning on her hunches she felt her claws tightened to get a grip on the grass beneath and she bolted to the other side of the road.
When she was safe on the other side her grin was bigger then ever and her eyes shone with the rush of annoying the woman; it was depressing for her that her enjoyment for the day had to come out with torturing humans with her immature sense of humour. Sigh, that was fun, now that was over Gravity put her head low and headed down the street, the scents on the path were old and stale to the dog. Coming to a corner Gravity glanced up as a passing car whooshed by her, stirring her coat she glanced to the sign. It read 'Brick Ave.' humans, so original; why not just call it road no. 2456 at least it would be interesting to say; rather then ‘hey I live in 12 BRICK street’ rolling her eyes she watched the road.
Noticing a blonde woman walking down the street Gravity looked over her, overall she was slim very petite as the French said. The wind picked up slightly and carried her scent to her; Gravity’s green eyes instantly hardened. Alien; but how? When she had came here her ship was crashed into millions of pieces and she was sore for weeks after and yet she seemed fine, suspicion crept into her body in a slow crawl. What must she be here for? Surprise was something that was mostly speaking from her body language her eyes unchanging from her curious intake; her protective instincts were taking a hold of her body as she tilted her cranium to the side. ‘how, what the hell is this?! thinking dangerously.
Gravity felt frozen to the spot, her body unmoving and her glare never leaving the woman for a second; her scent was something she had not smelt; nor the dog. But normally she knew most other aliens, though they not her. Forcing herself to blink and make sure that she was still there, or maybe all this human food was making her delusional. Alright she admitted she had an obsession with food but honestly how could something that tasted so good give her brain the wrong ideas of a creature being there. Amazingly she was still there, again she forced her frozen state of mind to think ‘how will this turn out? If I have never seen or smelt this creature before how will I know that it is rivalry or not? I’m up for a fight’ she shook her head. Damn Gravity and her mind.
Age: 16
Sex: XX –Female-
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: 4 to 5 years
Appearance (picture preferred): Doll is short for her kind, they called her a mistake and yet she was one of the most successful of her ‘generation’ which was the shifters. Her body is slim and wily and she has a muck of long russet brown hair and clear grey eyes her face is slightly oval and he hair is naturally curly. Doll’s wings are grey with brown spots, exactly like a peregrine falcons she has a fringe running across the front of her face and soft pink lips.
Powers: Doll can shape shift into animals and can hear them talking, she can talk back to them. But her head is constantly filled with murmurs of animals around her and when she is example at a farm it will be very constant and hard for her to manage. When she is in animal form she takes a part of the animal with her, like memories. Say if she shifts into a wolf she will get one very specific memory from it, like if he had a mate she will instantly have an attraction for her.
Personality: Doll likes to keep to herself; it is very hard for her to open up to others. Doll loves animals and shows her soft side a lot to them, she finds it easier to be around animals then humans, or well others of her kind. She lives for the day and her attitude toward the earth means Doll basically a big hippy. When you first meet her she is standoffish and many do not trust her, she is not one of many words and likes to speak when the time matters. When Doll opens her heart if someone breaks her trust she can’t manage with it again. On the outside she pushes everyone away because she is afraid to get hurt. In the lab it was easy; they never formed bonds with her. But one did, and he broke her down and figured her all out. It was basically all she lived for in that place; until she told him everything about her. And when the time was right he proved to be one of them. It broke her and she couldn’t trust for a long time.
History (two paragraphs): Doll, like any mutant wasn’t a test tube baby. She had a mother and father. As soon as she was born she was taken, they told her parents a cot death. She was taken straight to the school and was made as one of the many of generation Shift. They were mutants that were to change their form, though they weren’t all successes. Only two of the generation lived past two weeks and that was Project: Shadow and Experiment: Gift, Project: Shadow could shift if you hadn’t already guessed shadows. He could become a ghost and someone else’s appearance in there own shadow. They called him a work of art, where as Gift, she was a failed cause, too short and couldn’t stand most of the tests, she only had the wings –or so they thought- but she grew very close to Shadow and they soon gathered that she could shift.
This changed a lot in Doll’s life, the tests became exceedingly more, all the time her blood was taken, and a depression crept over her and took away all her joy all her life. She was forced to shift against her will and she soon broke under their force and did whatever they asked. After her 15th year her story became old and she was sent to be expelled, but as she got there something happened, she couldn’t do it anymore. She was fed up with being in a cadge something in her took flight and she was a small bird getting away. Freedom wasn’t everything that she dreamt of; Doll was more alone then ever. But soon she found a place where she could hide, when they asked her name her reply was simple ‘Doll’ it was Shadow’s pet name for her and she adored it as much as him.
The humans were very welcoming to her and guessed that she had a lot of secrets to keep; it was the right place. Everyone was to themselves and this stranger was just another in a long line of other refugees that just needed a break from their life. Doll stayed there for a year, she went to school. She lived like a teenager, but they found her, so Doll went on the run again. She couldn’t stop, and life was taking its toll on her. She didn’t understand anything anymore and didn’t know if she should let them get her and get it over with. She had nothing left to live for.
RP sample (at least 100 words): [from another site =]]
Living here for awhile re opens your senses on how you work things, Gravity found that the normal day to day stuff was coming more easier for her then when she first arrived with Inertia; back then the days wore on and constantly watching the humans mingle was just fascinating, now that she was over the excitement of meeting one Gravity found herself rather bored. So for most days she traveled into the small town of Cardiff for scavenging, hanging out and just trying to find something amusing do fill her time with. Her dog claws clicked on the pavement as the breeze glided its cool fingers through her thick golden fur, watching the world form bright green eyes that reflected perfect mirrors as she wandered through the filled streets of Cardiff; something about the excitement of the other humans made her feel right at home.
The smells of the city were as exciting to the German shepherd dog as it was the first time when she had traveled to this earth at first; on Ket there was never any traditions, just the people living peacefully, the planet was mostly barren and didn’t have huge skyscrapers like this place seemed to be filled with, the False normally lived off the land like their ancestors the creatures that lived peacefully; many philosophers on the planet had pondered the thought at why Eqquu’s the god of creation had given them such gifts, to mingle with such power that they held at their fingertips was amazing. And yet very resourceful for any alliance; the planet Ket had no alliances or wishes to go to war. Just to live, love and grow to have a family and be surrounded by ones that understood them; more hippies then anything else.
Pushing through a crowed street she cut off and headed for one of the empty ones. Her head felt swollen and crowded, wandering more the actually going somewhere important. The concrete was cool under her paws and the silence to her astounding ears was welcome, so her mind could rest. Well she never normally was one to sit still, for if you sit down to long at a dance, you always miss out on your chance. With a twitch of her head the crowds were subsiding and her chance of finding food was lessening by the moment; maybe some people in the quieter houses threw out good trash. Pulling her tiring muscles out of the quick effortless trot she was traveling in Gravity pulled over onto some fresh grass. It felt like clock springs under her paws as she sat and watched the quiet street, letting herself slip into a peaceful laying position with her head on her paws she watched the human world go around her.
Letting her eyes shut and hunched muscles relax she felt a hand on her shoulder, bringing her lugs under her in an instant she sprung away from the hand and stared daringly at the offender. A young human female was watching her, with little blonde curls that clung to her rosy red cheeks as she clutched tightly to a well worn piece of material, one thumb was in her mouth as she was still reaching over with her blanket hand to pet her ‘just a kid’ she told herself sternly, letting her step closer the girl ran her fingers on head “Puppy!” she yelled playfully ‘no sh-t sherlock’ of course my Gravity would never say this; instead she put her dog smile across her happy face and wagged her hunk of a tail.
With a sheepish expression Gravity noticed the mother running over carrying what looked like a dog lead but noticed it was a harness for the child; were they now using leads on their children now. With a confused look in her bright eyes she watched as she hooked it onto the girl’s hand and muttered something about nasty germs that hang around dogs, if human Gravity felt she would have pulled a face that symbolized ‘I’ll show you germs’ and with that she went over and licked the woman’s frail hand with painted finger scales a shriek came from her that motioned that it was time for Gravity to scat. Turning on her hunches she felt her claws tightened to get a grip on the grass beneath and she bolted to the other side of the road.
When she was safe on the other side her grin was bigger then ever and her eyes shone with the rush of annoying the woman; it was depressing for her that her enjoyment for the day had to come out with torturing humans with her immature sense of humour. Sigh, that was fun, now that was over Gravity put her head low and headed down the street, the scents on the path were old and stale to the dog. Coming to a corner Gravity glanced up as a passing car whooshed by her, stirring her coat she glanced to the sign. It read 'Brick Ave.' humans, so original; why not just call it road no. 2456 at least it would be interesting to say; rather then ‘hey I live in 12 BRICK street’ rolling her eyes she watched the road.
Noticing a blonde woman walking down the street Gravity looked over her, overall she was slim very petite as the French said. The wind picked up slightly and carried her scent to her; Gravity’s green eyes instantly hardened. Alien; but how? When she had came here her ship was crashed into millions of pieces and she was sore for weeks after and yet she seemed fine, suspicion crept into her body in a slow crawl. What must she be here for? Surprise was something that was mostly speaking from her body language her eyes unchanging from her curious intake; her protective instincts were taking a hold of her body as she tilted her cranium to the side. ‘how, what the hell is this?! thinking dangerously.
Gravity felt frozen to the spot, her body unmoving and her glare never leaving the woman for a second; her scent was something she had not smelt; nor the dog. But normally she knew most other aliens, though they not her. Forcing herself to blink and make sure that she was still there, or maybe all this human food was making her delusional. Alright she admitted she had an obsession with food but honestly how could something that tasted so good give her brain the wrong ideas of a creature being there. Amazingly she was still there, again she forced her frozen state of mind to think ‘how will this turn out? If I have never seen or smelt this creature before how will I know that it is rivalry or not? I’m up for a fight’ she shook her head. Damn Gravity and her mind.
