Post by Firestar on Jan 24, 2012 20:45:48 GMT -5
Your username: Firestar
Character's name: Rosa
Character's age: 17
Character's attitude: Rosa is kind and caring, and she is always trying to take care of others. She harbors a hatred for werewolves, including herself, though it doesn't show. She is ambitious, and plans to destroy all werewolves in the world, and once she has done that, she will kill herself to complete the extermination. However, despite her hatred of her beast form, she will resort to it when she has to, particularly when she's outnumbered, or when she needs to defend a friend.
Character's Race: Reguard
Character's appearance: Rosa has dusky skin that is rather light for her race, long brown hair and black eyes. On her face are three jagged scars that mark where a werewolf had clawed her. She wears normal Redguard clothing and an Al'ikir headwrap when she's traveling and needs speed; when she's fighting, she wears ebony armor with glass boots and gauntlets. Her werewolf form has brown-black fur and golden eyes and claws six to ten inches long.
Character's allegiance: Neutral, though she fears the Thalmor advance upon Hammerfell is immenint.
Weapons: Rosa dual-wields curved scitmars from her home.
History: Rosa was born on the outskirts of the mighty Al'ikir Desert. She was raised in Hammerfell most of her life, and her parents were warriors there. Then they were hired to protect a nobleman as he made a diplomatic trip to Morrowind. In that foreign province, they were attacked by a man who seemed nothing more than a bandit. Her parents thought they would deal with him quickly, but in moments, he transformed into a hideous creature. Rosa, terrified, tried to hide under the cart and watched in horror as the werewolf killed and ate the nobleman as well as her parents. Then it spotted her and easily flipped the cart over. She tried to run, but it quickly caught her. One swipe from its claws tore at her face, leaving her badly scarred. It also managed to bite her arm. Then Rosa passed out.
She awoke in confusion. The werewolf was nowhere in sight. She found herself driven by a strange instinct to hunt and to kill. It all passed as a blur, and when next she came to herself, she was alone, cold, and naked. She wandered back to the site where they had been attacked and scavenged some clothes for herself, as well as her parents' scitmars.
She was found by a Dunmer family the next day, who took her in and took care of her. They asked what happened, but she was too traumatized to speak. They concluded from the wreakage and the wounds on her face that it was a werewolf attack, though they didn't know that she herself had become one. Once she was well enough to go on her own, Rosa thanked the family and left, angry and with one thought in mind: the slaughter of those animals.
Role Play Sample:
"Mother! Father! No!" Rosa cried out as she watched them go down. She cowered beneath the cart and screamed in terror as she watched the monster bend over her mother's body and begin to eat on it ravenously. It turned around, blood dripping from its fangs, and started to make its way toward her...
Rosa bolted upright in her bedroll, finding herself covered in slick sweat. She moaned to herself. The animal blood in her had prevented her from sleeping well for as long as she had been like this. Whenever she lay down, she was restless, and then when she finally did manage to fall asleep, the same nightmare would plauge her.
She took a few calming breaths, her heart beating even faster than it normally did. She felt the need to go out and kill something, let the beast inside her rage freely before it drove her mad.
Just hold on until you're done, she told herself. She had vowed she would rid the world of werewolves, and that was what she was going to do.
"Ho ho! What have we here?" a voice called from outside her tent. In the light of her dying campfire, she saw about five armed men staring in at her.
"She probably has some money for us," another said. Rosa calmly got up and faced the mercenaries before her, reaching for her scitmars. Then she thought it over; five of them against just her were not good odds.
"I'm warning you...you should leave," she told them. She already felt her monster freeing itself from her restraints. She couldn't hold back anymore.
"Or what?" one man asked, "You can't possibly take on all of us." The laughed and drew their weapons. Then Rosa let out a deafening roar as the beast completely took over.
Character's name: Rosa
Character's age: 17
Character's attitude: Rosa is kind and caring, and she is always trying to take care of others. She harbors a hatred for werewolves, including herself, though it doesn't show. She is ambitious, and plans to destroy all werewolves in the world, and once she has done that, she will kill herself to complete the extermination. However, despite her hatred of her beast form, she will resort to it when she has to, particularly when she's outnumbered, or when she needs to defend a friend.
Character's Race: Reguard
Character's appearance: Rosa has dusky skin that is rather light for her race, long brown hair and black eyes. On her face are three jagged scars that mark where a werewolf had clawed her. She wears normal Redguard clothing and an Al'ikir headwrap when she's traveling and needs speed; when she's fighting, she wears ebony armor with glass boots and gauntlets. Her werewolf form has brown-black fur and golden eyes and claws six to ten inches long.
Character's allegiance: Neutral, though she fears the Thalmor advance upon Hammerfell is immenint.
Weapons: Rosa dual-wields curved scitmars from her home.
History: Rosa was born on the outskirts of the mighty Al'ikir Desert. She was raised in Hammerfell most of her life, and her parents were warriors there. Then they were hired to protect a nobleman as he made a diplomatic trip to Morrowind. In that foreign province, they were attacked by a man who seemed nothing more than a bandit. Her parents thought they would deal with him quickly, but in moments, he transformed into a hideous creature. Rosa, terrified, tried to hide under the cart and watched in horror as the werewolf killed and ate the nobleman as well as her parents. Then it spotted her and easily flipped the cart over. She tried to run, but it quickly caught her. One swipe from its claws tore at her face, leaving her badly scarred. It also managed to bite her arm. Then Rosa passed out.
She awoke in confusion. The werewolf was nowhere in sight. She found herself driven by a strange instinct to hunt and to kill. It all passed as a blur, and when next she came to herself, she was alone, cold, and naked. She wandered back to the site where they had been attacked and scavenged some clothes for herself, as well as her parents' scitmars.
She was found by a Dunmer family the next day, who took her in and took care of her. They asked what happened, but she was too traumatized to speak. They concluded from the wreakage and the wounds on her face that it was a werewolf attack, though they didn't know that she herself had become one. Once she was well enough to go on her own, Rosa thanked the family and left, angry and with one thought in mind: the slaughter of those animals.
Role Play Sample:
"Mother! Father! No!" Rosa cried out as she watched them go down. She cowered beneath the cart and screamed in terror as she watched the monster bend over her mother's body and begin to eat on it ravenously. It turned around, blood dripping from its fangs, and started to make its way toward her...
Rosa bolted upright in her bedroll, finding herself covered in slick sweat. She moaned to herself. The animal blood in her had prevented her from sleeping well for as long as she had been like this. Whenever she lay down, she was restless, and then when she finally did manage to fall asleep, the same nightmare would plauge her.
She took a few calming breaths, her heart beating even faster than it normally did. She felt the need to go out and kill something, let the beast inside her rage freely before it drove her mad.
Just hold on until you're done, she told herself. She had vowed she would rid the world of werewolves, and that was what she was going to do.
"Ho ho! What have we here?" a voice called from outside her tent. In the light of her dying campfire, she saw about five armed men staring in at her.
"She probably has some money for us," another said. Rosa calmly got up and faced the mercenaries before her, reaching for her scitmars. Then she thought it over; five of them against just her were not good odds.
"I'm warning you...you should leave," she told them. She already felt her monster freeing itself from her restraints. She couldn't hold back anymore.
"Or what?" one man asked, "You can't possibly take on all of us." The laughed and drew their weapons. Then Rosa let out a deafening roar as the beast completely took over.
Then, I don't know what will happen.