01-30-2023, 02:12 AM
Character's Full Name: Canary Carter
Link to Character's Profile:https://miasma.vim-rp.net/member.php?action=profile&uid=54
Played By:Jezo
Any parent fur/eye colors for their genotype:white/cream fur, brown eyes
Roleplay Sample:
Gosh, Canary groaned, and she did so willfully in a sharp gurgling whine. A dip cut right through the mountain’s pass. She would have to turn around and go back where she came from or figure out how to make it across. The newfound yearling rolled her eyes, scuffing in frustration, and stamped her paws. The early morning sun had melted into the late afternoon, where the scare of reds projected onto the mountain side, lengthening the shadows.
The dip was 5 times her size across. Her first winter had squashed the land in a freezing burn; the bottom of the gorge into a solid lacquer mix of mud, frost, and ice. Doubt, in her reflection, translated clearly to her.
The gorge’s jagged edges were clean in their points and crunchy in crust. Liquid smooth and resting in the drop’s belly.
She stole a glance at her disappointment when she left her reflection on the ice. Dismay lingered on her. It wasn’t even a story she would tell to herself. She wasn’t going to cross? But how would she cross? If she was whispering to her brothers, gathering all their attention by the hushed curves of her tall-tale, what would she say?
When she glanced back to the gorge, what would she do in that moment? The shadows leapt further, blurring the beam of reds.
Canary heard her feet before the silent rush of air picked up from underneath her. The pop and crack of her front paw. Her other arm dug into the side of the cliff, her conquest. Nails pained into the frost-bitten dirt. The paw she disfigured refused to help. Her hind quarters pushed and jerked until she heaved her stomach and finally the rest of herself onto the other side.
The girl laid panting. The red, along with the shadows, set. She crossed and she wasn’t turning back.
How did you find Miasma?:bepbop Sabre
DESIRED TRAIT POINTS — please allocate a total of 10 points!
Strength: 2
Agility: 1
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 3
Link to Character's Profile:https://miasma.vim-rp.net/member.php?action=profile&uid=54
Played By:Jezo
Any parent fur/eye colors for their genotype:white/cream fur, brown eyes
Roleplay Sample:
Gosh, Canary groaned, and she did so willfully in a sharp gurgling whine. A dip cut right through the mountain’s pass. She would have to turn around and go back where she came from or figure out how to make it across. The newfound yearling rolled her eyes, scuffing in frustration, and stamped her paws. The early morning sun had melted into the late afternoon, where the scare of reds projected onto the mountain side, lengthening the shadows.
The dip was 5 times her size across. Her first winter had squashed the land in a freezing burn; the bottom of the gorge into a solid lacquer mix of mud, frost, and ice. Doubt, in her reflection, translated clearly to her.
The gorge’s jagged edges were clean in their points and crunchy in crust. Liquid smooth and resting in the drop’s belly.
She stole a glance at her disappointment when she left her reflection on the ice. Dismay lingered on her. It wasn’t even a story she would tell to herself. She wasn’t going to cross? But how would she cross? If she was whispering to her brothers, gathering all their attention by the hushed curves of her tall-tale, what would she say?
When she glanced back to the gorge, what would she do in that moment? The shadows leapt further, blurring the beam of reds.
Canary heard her feet before the silent rush of air picked up from underneath her. The pop and crack of her front paw. Her other arm dug into the side of the cliff, her conquest. Nails pained into the frost-bitten dirt. The paw she disfigured refused to help. Her hind quarters pushed and jerked until she heaved her stomach and finally the rest of herself onto the other side.
The girl laid panting. The red, along with the shadows, set. She crossed and she wasn’t turning back.
How did you find Miasma?:bepbop Sabre
DESIRED TRAIT POINTS — please allocate a total of 10 points!
Strength: 2
Agility: 1
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 3
