12-09-2022, 02:40 AM
Character's Full Name: Champion Mercer
Link to Character's Profile: Champion
Played By: Cardé
Roleplay Sample: Things did feel tense between them. Even more so that she was in heat and they had no choice but to have trust in their children for a little while. Children he was increasingly doubting with each passing day. His concerns about that would be approached another time, though, as his mate had called to him and he was crossing the frigid marsh with a surge of energy that carried him easily.
Part of him was surprised. That she’d call him, that she’d want it to be him this year when his genetics had clearly failed her. Could they produce more offspring like Christelle? Surely not, but he knew that pressure was there. Combined with all the pressure they’d been applying to one another. It created a tension amongst the two Monarchs that he hadn’t felt in years, and he disliked it. He didn’t like feeling like he was standing on stable ground.
“My queen,” his voice thrummed in response as he drew in closer, breathing in her scent and taking in the sight of her. She was lightening with age. No longer the rich almost-black chestnut she had been in her youth. The paleness around her face was different too. And yet He thought her as striking as the first day he’d noticed her beauty, some years ago when they were both much younger. He imagined he was different, too. Finally he had overcome his scruffiness that had been forced upon him by the neglect faced in his youth.
He wanted to talk about things first, but he wanted also to just close the distance and demand from her the way he was accustomed to. Instead, he stopped along her side and nosed along her jaw to her chin questioningly.
How did you find Miasma?: i helped build this city ♪
DESIRED TRAIT POINTS — please allocate a total of 15 points!
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 4
Link to Character's Profile: Champion
Played By: Cardé
Roleplay Sample: Things did feel tense between them. Even more so that she was in heat and they had no choice but to have trust in their children for a little while. Children he was increasingly doubting with each passing day. His concerns about that would be approached another time, though, as his mate had called to him and he was crossing the frigid marsh with a surge of energy that carried him easily.
Part of him was surprised. That she’d call him, that she’d want it to be him this year when his genetics had clearly failed her. Could they produce more offspring like Christelle? Surely not, but he knew that pressure was there. Combined with all the pressure they’d been applying to one another. It created a tension amongst the two Monarchs that he hadn’t felt in years, and he disliked it. He didn’t like feeling like he was standing on stable ground.
“My queen,” his voice thrummed in response as he drew in closer, breathing in her scent and taking in the sight of her. She was lightening with age. No longer the rich almost-black chestnut she had been in her youth. The paleness around her face was different too. And yet He thought her as striking as the first day he’d noticed her beauty, some years ago when they were both much younger. He imagined he was different, too. Finally he had overcome his scruffiness that had been forced upon him by the neglect faced in his youth.
He wanted to talk about things first, but he wanted also to just close the distance and demand from her the way he was accustomed to. Instead, he stopped along her side and nosed along her jaw to her chin questioningly.
How did you find Miasma?: i helped build this city ♪
DESIRED TRAIT POINTS — please allocate a total of 15 points!
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 4
