Character's Full Name: Yukon Veryn
Link to Character's Profile: Yukon
Played By: Axte
Roleplay Sample:
It felt weird, to be returning like this. To step across the borders that were meant to keep out those that didn’t belong. And there was some irony there, he could feel it, hidden in the way his eyes searched the horizon, in the way his ears rotated towards every hint of sound.
The weight of his head dipped between his shoulder blades, pulling at the already taut skin that stretched across them. At least his father had moved on (and this was the first time he felt relief in that), his scent already cleared from the damp grasses and slick rocks that surrounded him. He knew that of the two of them, he at least belonged more. And maybe if he kept his attitude in check, Safira would let him back with little fuss. Maybe they could go back to the way things were, though that hope was thin and very much misplaced.
A moment of true fear gripped him as a bark rang out and his gaze landed upon a white frame in the distance. He froze, heart seizing through a beat before pounding against his ribcage. He could only see Maes, the very last man he’d thought he’d encounter — there, in front of him, waiting.
But when his vision cleared and he realized it was just that fuckhead Nyles, the fear was replaced by irritation. Of course he’d still be here. But what was he doing, just sitting there in the middle of goddamn nowhere?
Yukon’s ears flattened, but he didn’t think to say anything. Didn’t return the bark, didn’t take another step towards the man he had very little pleasant memory of.
How did you find Miasma?: this is a dumb question we should remove it
DESIRED TRAIT POINTS — please allocate a total of 15 points!
Strength: 5
Agility: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 2
Link to Character's Profile: Yukon
Played By: Axte
Roleplay Sample:
It felt weird, to be returning like this. To step across the borders that were meant to keep out those that didn’t belong. And there was some irony there, he could feel it, hidden in the way his eyes searched the horizon, in the way his ears rotated towards every hint of sound.
The weight of his head dipped between his shoulder blades, pulling at the already taut skin that stretched across them. At least his father had moved on (and this was the first time he felt relief in that), his scent already cleared from the damp grasses and slick rocks that surrounded him. He knew that of the two of them, he at least belonged more. And maybe if he kept his attitude in check, Safira would let him back with little fuss. Maybe they could go back to the way things were, though that hope was thin and very much misplaced.
A moment of true fear gripped him as a bark rang out and his gaze landed upon a white frame in the distance. He froze, heart seizing through a beat before pounding against his ribcage. He could only see Maes, the very last man he’d thought he’d encounter — there, in front of him, waiting.
But when his vision cleared and he realized it was just that fuckhead Nyles, the fear was replaced by irritation. Of course he’d still be here. But what was he doing, just sitting there in the middle of goddamn nowhere?
Yukon’s ears flattened, but he didn’t think to say anything. Didn’t return the bark, didn’t take another step towards the man he had very little pleasant memory of.
How did you find Miasma?: this is a dumb question we should remove it
DESIRED TRAIT POINTS — please allocate a total of 15 points!
Strength: 5
Agility: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 2
