Post by BlueFire on Apr 14, 2014 3:15:30 GMT
Serlina
There ain't no rest for the wicked. . .
There ain't no rest for the wicked. . .
Name ;; Serlina
Nicknames ;; Little Lanna, Killer, Any others she earns
Gender ;; Female
Species ;; Heyna
Breed ;; Spotted
We got bills to pay; Mouths to feed. Ain't nothin' in this world for free.
Appearance ;; Short white hair covers her legs, stomach, and most of her head. On her back there is a dominate patch of brown to firey red long hair reaching up to her head. With most all spotted hyena's her body is covered in dark black to almost gray spots; Hers cover her legs and fade out into her body's hair. She has small white spots on her muzzle which fade into the white of her skin. She has deep brown eyes that blend in mostly with her retna. She is built lean with muscles, making her a quick and deadly foe.
Personality ;; Sassy
Humorist
Disapproving
Venom spitting
Brutal
Loyal
Easy going
Warm
Realist
Sadist
History ;; optional
Height ;; 80.5 cm
Weight ;; 120 pounds
Pack/Stray/House-pet ;; Pack searching, Stray
No I can't slow down; I can't hold back. . . Though you know I wish I could.
About you.
Alilas ;; Just call me blue/Fire/Bluey/whatever
Age ;; 14
RP Experience ;; About four years roleplaying, Well over twenty sites, LOTS of characters
Other Characters ;; N/A, First
Image Credit ;; N/a
Lyrics By ;; Caged Elephant; Aint no rest for the wicked
Role-play Sample ;; Sniff sniff sniff. . .
Her nose twitches as air rushes in, bringing images and stories to her mind. Her oldest home in the distance, their scent was just there and just about to leave her area. A single round of laughter left her throat in a mixture of emotion; Anger,Regret, Loss, they were all there. And just a single empty pang of excitment at what lay ahead.
Sniff sniff sniff. . .
More scents tell a different tale. Gasoline, Fire, Smoke, Food, Decaying garbage, and the slightest hint of canine. Not just a canine, but the canine species. A city, filled to the brim with people and animals of different shapes and sizes. Could be fun, but she couldn't set a paw in there without being shot. No, she would take to the woods, hide out within, perhaps find some other stragglers through some luck. . . Create a new home.
It could work.
It could, yes it could. But would she be lucky enough to find someone there? Could they accept a loose cannon, sass filled heyna built for murder? Chances are if they're in those woods alone, they, too, would be violent and an outcast. People like her, the wicked and angry. . . Hey, Maybe there'll even be a few cuties who no one wanted? That'd be a sight.
Get moving.
There ain't no rest for the wicked 'till we close our eyes for good.
Nicknames ;; Little Lanna, Killer, Any others she earns
Gender ;; Female
Species ;; Heyna
Breed ;; Spotted
We got bills to pay; Mouths to feed. Ain't nothin' in this world for free.
Appearance ;; Short white hair covers her legs, stomach, and most of her head. On her back there is a dominate patch of brown to firey red long hair reaching up to her head. With most all spotted hyena's her body is covered in dark black to almost gray spots; Hers cover her legs and fade out into her body's hair. She has small white spots on her muzzle which fade into the white of her skin. She has deep brown eyes that blend in mostly with her retna. She is built lean with muscles, making her a quick and deadly foe.
Personality ;; Sassy
Humorist
Disapproving
Venom spitting
Brutal
Loyal
Easy going
Warm
Realist
Sadist
History ;; optional
Height ;; 80.5 cm
Weight ;; 120 pounds
Pack/Stray/House-pet ;; Pack searching, Stray
No I can't slow down; I can't hold back. . . Though you know I wish I could.
About you.
Alilas ;; Just call me blue/Fire/Bluey/whatever
Age ;; 14
RP Experience ;; About four years roleplaying, Well over twenty sites, LOTS of characters
Other Characters ;; N/A, First
Image Credit ;; N/a
Lyrics By ;; Caged Elephant; Aint no rest for the wicked
Role-play Sample ;; Sniff sniff sniff. . .
Her nose twitches as air rushes in, bringing images and stories to her mind. Her oldest home in the distance, their scent was just there and just about to leave her area. A single round of laughter left her throat in a mixture of emotion; Anger,Regret, Loss, they were all there. And just a single empty pang of excitment at what lay ahead.
Sniff sniff sniff. . .
More scents tell a different tale. Gasoline, Fire, Smoke, Food, Decaying garbage, and the slightest hint of canine. Not just a canine, but the canine species. A city, filled to the brim with people and animals of different shapes and sizes. Could be fun, but she couldn't set a paw in there without being shot. No, she would take to the woods, hide out within, perhaps find some other stragglers through some luck. . . Create a new home.
It could work.
It could, yes it could. But would she be lucky enough to find someone there? Could they accept a loose cannon, sass filled heyna built for murder? Chances are if they're in those woods alone, they, too, would be violent and an outcast. People like her, the wicked and angry. . . Hey, Maybe there'll even be a few cuties who no one wanted? That'd be a sight.
Get moving.
There ain't no rest for the wicked 'till we close our eyes for good.
