Post by Sybil on Aug 24, 2011 9:44:46 GMT -5
Name: Sybil
Nickname: Syb
Age: 17
What sort of animal do you shift into: Sybil shifts into a snow leopard.
Shifter type: Sybil is a full shifter, only able to shift into the Snow leopard and nothing else.
Animal description: Her coat is pale alabaster with obsidian spots caressing her cashmere pelt in intricate pattern. Her fur is thick but short save for her tail which is quite plush and very long. She has a slim figure with muscular structure hidden behind her rich pelage, large paws carry her about while small ears drape over her crown, sensitively picking up every sound.
Physical description: Sybil stands about 5’2, much like her animal self she is a fit, slim being, her skin is smooth and warm to look at, her eyes are dark and mesmerizingly inviting. She’s been blessed with a clear complexion, full lips and thin eyebrows. Her hair is a natural mess of loose waves that seem to compliment her form quite well, some would say her hair is black, others say its more of a dark brown, perhaps it all depends on lighting.
Fears: clowns
Likes: The cool breeze, night time and time alone
Dislikes: She hates being cold when she sleeps, being told what to do and going without junk food. (She loves her junk food)
Special talents: Sybil had one strange alteration to her human figure when they began testing, she grew a set of claws and her eye teeth lengthened, looking more like fangs but not quite there.
History: Before all the testing Sybil had been an aggressive teenage girl, she wasn’t one to follow the rules, carelessly indulging in the typical things like alcohol. Even so she had a decent relationship with her parents and was very close to her older brother Damien. Most of Sybil’s days consisted of spending time with him, either jogging together or parcours, the two were crazy about the new fad and had worked long and hard to be able to pull off a lot of stunts. Decent grades and a pretty average life style Sybil was nothing overly special.
Anything else: I like to move it move it! <_<
Rp example: Rp example from Time of the fallen, character is Misfit(A wolf)
Nickname: Syb
Age: 17
What sort of animal do you shift into: Sybil shifts into a snow leopard.
Shifter type: Sybil is a full shifter, only able to shift into the Snow leopard and nothing else.
Animal description: Her coat is pale alabaster with obsidian spots caressing her cashmere pelt in intricate pattern. Her fur is thick but short save for her tail which is quite plush and very long. She has a slim figure with muscular structure hidden behind her rich pelage, large paws carry her about while small ears drape over her crown, sensitively picking up every sound.
Physical description: Sybil stands about 5’2, much like her animal self she is a fit, slim being, her skin is smooth and warm to look at, her eyes are dark and mesmerizingly inviting. She’s been blessed with a clear complexion, full lips and thin eyebrows. Her hair is a natural mess of loose waves that seem to compliment her form quite well, some would say her hair is black, others say its more of a dark brown, perhaps it all depends on lighting.
Fears: clowns
Likes: The cool breeze, night time and time alone
Dislikes: She hates being cold when she sleeps, being told what to do and going without junk food. (She loves her junk food)
Special talents: Sybil had one strange alteration to her human figure when they began testing, she grew a set of claws and her eye teeth lengthened, looking more like fangs but not quite there.
History: Before all the testing Sybil had been an aggressive teenage girl, she wasn’t one to follow the rules, carelessly indulging in the typical things like alcohol. Even so she had a decent relationship with her parents and was very close to her older brother Damien. Most of Sybil’s days consisted of spending time with him, either jogging together or parcours, the two were crazy about the new fad and had worked long and hard to be able to pull off a lot of stunts. Decent grades and a pretty average life style Sybil was nothing overly special.
Anything else: I like to move it move it! <_<
Rp example: Rp example from Time of the fallen, character is Misfit(A wolf)
Moon dipped pedestals swept across the earth in a sleek fashion, gently drumming a calm beat that was nearly unnoticeable. Sentinels pulled to a lazy stance atop the vixen’s dome while her plush embodiment displayed nothing more than leisure nonchalance while she danced her way through the damp greenery of the forest. By this time the sun had already began his decent towards the horizon, sitting behind her while she continued on into a world of shadows. Ambient sounds tickled her eardrums causing her sentinels to flicker atop her crown while her sharp gaze kept a lazy eye on her surroundings as she continued forth.[/blockquote]
One would think a small dame like this would find herself nervous and distraught in such an environment, fully on guard and perhaps a bit hesitant to continue away from the light, but not this bitch. Ivory paws continued to move forward, not once missing a beat as she moved ghost like through the area, her violet orbs taking to a slight glow while pupils dilated to let in more light and enhance her view. This fae was unlike the norm, she was the type to welcome danger into her world without any issues. Barely an adult she had already seen her fare share of frightful events and thus far nothing has made her flinch.
For such a small wolf she was cocky. Standing a mere 3 feet tall with a total weight of 98 pounds, she was a lightweight, a shrimp, nothing to fear in the least bit. However beneath her plush silhouette of tri coloration, muscle mass had formed, it was lean and barely detectable however she was not defenceless. With feet as quick as her wit this little essa had more to her than one could understand. She needed to, after running from HIM for so long she needed to get some kind of an edge.
Her white tipped plume danced now as she cleared into an opening where large stone like structures rose into the atmos, looming their ugly shadows over any being that came upon them. Harks pulled back for a fleeting moment before stretching forth yet again, slim jowls pulling into a grin she danced her dark form closer while taking to a more lazy trudge between the encirclement of stone. Her nostrils flared out while detecting the scent she had been following, resting there was a damaged stag, easy pickings, and it seemed as she thought, there was no others to come and claim this meal for their own.
Approaching the creature she had been tracking for some time now, she came upon him slowly, soundlessly. Her body none but another shadow as she came upon him like a reaper. Standing over the wounded beast she watched as his chest rose and fell with each labouring breath, so weak he had not even noticed the killer at his door. “You thought the gods would save you if you came here, didn’t you?” Her voice was soft, cold, barely even a whisper. “It seems this night was simply not yours. Misfortune reared her ugly head upon you when you decided to get clumsy. I could smell your blood from a mile.” Her grin took on a more opposing and deadly expression by this time. “Don’t feel bad though my friend. I will make your death quick and you will not need to fight like this anymore. And if it’s any conciliation, If not for that nasty wound, I’d have never been a challenge for you...”
Her words drifted while panic struck the large herbivore, his brown eyes widened with so much fear it would cause some to turn away in anguish while guilt stabbed at them repeatedly, but no guilt took the tri painted bitch as her fangs lunged to the jugular. The stag screeched in a tune so high pitched it pierced her ears while his crimson juices shot out from the contact of her deadly fangs. A meal had been won and now it was time for her to feast. Circling her kill she went straight to the tender area of his trunk, ripping into it with jagged sabres, painting her face with his vermillion entrails and slowly eating at his meat. A delicious feast indeed, one she could not get much of on her own. Normally being subject to small mammals or the sickly, this meat was healthy and it melted in her mouth.
“You’re vicious, you know that Missy?” Her head slowly rose toward the familiar voice, catching the movement of wings as the tawny avian soon found himself perched upon the dead’s antlers. “Come now I released him of his suffering, how is that vicious? Now shut up and eat Nahni.” She grinned some, digging into the carcass and tearing out a small hunk of meat which she released onto the ground for the falcon to pick at. It was a morsel far too large for the bird to eat on his own, however she cared not to find a perfect size nor did she need to be avarice with the meal this night, there was plenty to go around.
