.... ooc name: van
.... current characters: Nori, Felyx, Rosemary
.... how you found us: went sniffing around the internet
.... your character's initial fight stats: Glass cannon
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Most of the time she didn't have any problem falling asleep during the day and staying that way. By the end of a long night of travel, Rosemary was almost always ready to pass out. And she had! Initially, as soon as they'd curled up beneath a bush for shelter, she'd dropped off into unconsciousness.
It was the remaining unconscious thing that did her in.
There were birds chirping and a river babbling nearby. The sun kept filtering into her eyes through the gaps in the leaves. A squirrel chattered from the high branches above.
Yeah, she was definitely awake.
Carefully, Rosemary extricated herself from her companion's side and out from under the bush. A short walk might make her more tired, she reasoned, and so off she walked.
She didn't mean to hunt while she was out, but as she approached the riverbank, she caught sight of a few ducks - mostly brown, but one with a bright green head. She would've thought they were rocks without that splash of green, curled up and sleeping as they were, and it was just too good of an opportunity to miss.
The only real issue with hunting ducks is that they're near water, and even if you aim the jump just right, you might end up in said water. Which is exactly what Rosemary did.
What really mattered, though, was that she caught the mallard. It was a messy affair, with water and feathers flying, but she dragged herself from the river both victorious and exhausted.
Rosemary laid the duck on the pebbles and unceremoniously flopped onto her side, letting the sun warm her fur. She'd closed her eyes for what felt like mere moments when she heard a soft skittering noise and blinked them back open. It took a second or two for her to realize what, exactly was happening: a very bold little stoat had bounded its way over and sank its teeth into the wing of the duck she'd caught, tugging it as though trying to dislodge it.
When the tiny animal noticed she was staring, it didn't run away like she expected. Instead, it chittered ferociously, bouncing once toward her as though it was something much larger, defending its food from a predator.
Rosemary paused for a moment, blinked in surprise, and promptly burst into laughter that did nothing to chase the angry little stoat away.
and finally a bit about your character.... Dumb of ass, pure of heart
.... current characters: Nori, Felyx, Rosemary
.... how you found us: went sniffing around the internet
.... your character's initial fight stats: Glass cannon
....a role play sample (200+ words):
Most of the time she didn't have any problem falling asleep during the day and staying that way. By the end of a long night of travel, Rosemary was almost always ready to pass out. And she had! Initially, as soon as they'd curled up beneath a bush for shelter, she'd dropped off into unconsciousness.
It was the remaining unconscious thing that did her in.
There were birds chirping and a river babbling nearby. The sun kept filtering into her eyes through the gaps in the leaves. A squirrel chattered from the high branches above.
Yeah, she was definitely awake.
Carefully, Rosemary extricated herself from her companion's side and out from under the bush. A short walk might make her more tired, she reasoned, and so off she walked.
She didn't mean to hunt while she was out, but as she approached the riverbank, she caught sight of a few ducks - mostly brown, but one with a bright green head. She would've thought they were rocks without that splash of green, curled up and sleeping as they were, and it was just too good of an opportunity to miss.
The only real issue with hunting ducks is that they're near water, and even if you aim the jump just right, you might end up in said water. Which is exactly what Rosemary did.
What really mattered, though, was that she caught the mallard. It was a messy affair, with water and feathers flying, but she dragged herself from the river both victorious and exhausted.
Rosemary laid the duck on the pebbles and unceremoniously flopped onto her side, letting the sun warm her fur. She'd closed her eyes for what felt like mere moments when she heard a soft skittering noise and blinked them back open. It took a second or two for her to realize what, exactly was happening: a very bold little stoat had bounded its way over and sank its teeth into the wing of the duck she'd caught, tugging it as though trying to dislodge it.
When the tiny animal noticed she was staring, it didn't run away like she expected. Instead, it chittered ferociously, bouncing once toward her as though it was something much larger, defending its food from a predator.
Rosemary paused for a moment, blinked in surprise, and promptly burst into laughter that did nothing to chase the angry little stoat away.
and finally a bit about your character.... Dumb of ass, pure of heart
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