~Rowan

[Angel]

ROWAN

I'm gonna make you bend and break;
the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics. the basics.

BIRTH NAME: Rowena .
NICKNAMES: Rowan. Row.
GENDER: Male.
MILESTONE: Three years, seven months.
SPECIES: Canine.
BREED: Fox.
LOYALTY: Beast
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
POWER: Poison

say a prayer but let the good times roll;
the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks. the looks.

HEIGHT: Approx. 23cm.
WEIGHT: 8lbs.
COAT COLOUR: Grey-blue fur that is coarse on the ends, in the first layer. Then, as you get deeper into the length, become soft. His neck has two large orange spots, as well is his stomach orange the underside of his tail.
EYE COLOUR: Large, round, and black.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His neck is rather small, as if crushed when he was younger and mostly healed over, just still shrunken.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: He's small, his tail a large,fluffy brush with an orange underpart and a black strip separating the orange from the bluish grey colour. His ears are large, a light pink on the insides and grey outsides. Below his left ear, is an orange line that continues to the orange patch down his front legs. He has black socks on his paws and a white underbelly and neck. His snout is dark grey on top, and his chin also white. The grey parts of his fur have white ends. The white ends are coarse, and rough. Though deeper in, in the darker ends of his fur are soft, welcoming to the touch.

in case god doesn't show, let the good times roll;
the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind. the mind.

LIKES: He likes beasts with a sense of humour, though he isn’t that funny. He also likes having fun, not being serious. Other things he likes is the cold and wet snow of winter, but also the warmth and dryness of summer. He can’t decide which is better. Finally, he likes company.
DISLIKES: He dislikes beasts who take everything too seriously and can’t have fun. He hates being bored and he doesn’t like the slush you get in spring, or the crinkling leaves of fall. The slush is annoying, soaking his fur and getting it all dirty, the fallen leaves too noisy. He hates being alone, It forces him to be careful and puts him on edge.
STRENGTHS: He’s good at evading trouble, slipping away in an argument before it gets violent. Also, he’s good at pleasing those he is intimidated by, so as to not disturb them. Finally, he’s good at running, in case he does probe someone into a fight. He, being small, can run quickly and away far. He also is a good hider, his dark fur helps him slip into the shadows, although he can’t completely hide in it, not having the power of shadows… but still, he is close.
WEAKNESSES: He’s not so good at fighting, in fact, he’s terrified of it. He’s not very good at making jokes, or being social even though he can’t survive without at least one person around. He’s also not good at thinking for himself. He’s rather gullible.
DESIRES: He wants to gain at least one friend who will stick with him through thick and thin, keep him company. He likes people even being socially awkward.
SECRETS: My character has to hide his past, what happened to him when he was younger that caused him to be who he was. In fact, he is lucky to be alive today… but still, he hides it.
PHOBIAS: He fears fighting, always has been. He especially fears beasts larger than him. There are plenty though, that are larger than his small size.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: He isn't often angry, but when he is, it is very mild. He doesn't hold grudges against people except the savages who killed his family from where his parents were from.
He is shy, not very talkative,but he loves having fun. He doesn't start up any conversations, not know what to say, but once he finds someone he can comfortably converse with, he rambles.
When's he's sad, he is fairly withdrawn from reality, moping and sulking to himself, on his own. When he's sad, he appears to be more angry than when he is angry. He's very temperamental and has a short fuse.
He hides his emotions, being very self-conscious not wanting to impose people so is a quiet fox.
He loves having fun and joking around, when he's comfortable with people.
When he's scared, his tail runs between his legs and he hightails it out of his terrifying position. His ears flatten back and he runs far.
He's scared easily and is very jumpy.
He's a schmoozer, and will make others happy just so they don't hurt him.

and I want these words to make things right;
the history. the history. the history. the history.

BIRTHPLACE: Forest of Glyphntar
SIRE: Todd, deceased.
DAME: Keira, deceased.
SIBLINGS: He in a litter with one other cub. His sister, named Laiken, she is deceased.
LOVERS: He is not romantically involved at the moment.
OFFSPRING: Not that he knows of, but he may.
OTHER: He is rather alone despite his distaste for loneliness.
HISTORY: He was born into a fairly normal fox family, the comings and goings of life, the freedom to sneak around. His parents had been born in Lykengard, the both of them so knew of it more than most beasts when they were pushed out, but not much. Savages had caught wind of it, so hunted them down. The Savages were two, both hawks of sorts. They attacked his family, tearing his parents from life, and seriously injuring his sister who later died from her wounds. They simply rung the neck of Rowan though, and they didn’t snap it, for he bit them, revealing to himself his power of poison. From then on, he healed, and took care of his sister before her death. Not much has happened since then, but he always ran from fights, and strayed from those kind to him. He loves company, but also fears it. It tears at him sometimes and always has ruined his friendships with other people, what with his paranoia.

but it's the wrongs that make the truth come to life;
about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me. about me.

NAME: Angel
AGE: I’m 14 years of age, nearly 15.
GENDER: I am a SHE. Though, I may seem manly at times. ;P
OTHER CHARACTERS: Not yet.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Hailey’s arms tightened around Seth’s wais, her hands flat against his stomach and over his navel piercing. Her fingers curled in the slightest as she did indeed brace herself. The wings, when they first flapped, made her jump. And, as they reached into the sky, she had to tuck her face into his neck to keep the wind from her eyes. After a while though, she lifted her head again and looked around. “Wow,” she whispered to herself, looking around the sky. She couldn’t feel her stomach, or any of her insides for that matter at the time. She frowned, her arms temporarily tightening around Seth in a hug when he explained how he’d met Rochir. Then, she blushed and smiled, feeling flattered at how she was his friend… she didn’t get why that sent her cheeks aflame, but it did. It didn’t take her long to get used to the wings and the height though, and when she was used to it, it was obvious because now she held onto Seth more just to hold onto him, then to not fall. Her body relaxed and she leaned against his back ever so slightly, only to tense up as they descended. She slid off Rochir as he settled down on the ground. She tripped though on her own two feet and did indeed fall into Seth. She bit her lip and smiled faintly. Then, she got a look at the place. Her eyes widened. “Oh Wow,” she whispered, again. The way the water wasn’t frozen made this place more beautiful. She wanted to go brush her fingers in the water, but she knew how cold it would be, just to be frosty. She looked back up at Seth. “We’re still not there?” she seemed amazed. This, already, was more than enough for just inviting him to dinner! She felt a little bad now, but didn’t let it deter her. She’d come all the way here and now her curi

[Castaway]