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It Was Only Six Seeds
IP: 98.165.255.78
Posted on November 25, 2017 at 05:45:33 AM by Persephone

NAME
Persephone
AGE
4
GENDER
Female
EYE COLOR
Her eyes are a bright amber color that shine like gold coins.

APPEARANCE
At 32 inches in height and a whopping 110 pounds, Persephone is not the tallest or the biggest, but she's decent. Her body is slender and agile, with lithe muscles that are more suited to running than combat. That being said, she thinks she cuts a nice silhouette, and isn't that really all that matters?

Her fur is on the longer side and thick; she wouldn't do well in arid climates for very long. Most of it is darker in color, her legs, snout, and the tips of her ears are completely black. Starting from her snout, the color fades into a lighter brown, which then fades into a mix of cream and rust. The color darkens once again around her shoulders and continues to do so towards her backside.

Use this for reference.

PERSONALITY
Persephone knows what she has and how to use it. Her feminine wiles are the first tools she reaches for in the great tool box of trickery she uses to get what she wants, and so far the results have been favorable. She does not use them to get power -although she wouldn't be opposed- but instead for the necessities of life. Food, a warm place to sleep, preferably a place where she won't have to worry about anything that might go bump in the night before she inevitably grows bored again and skips out, usually without goodbyes.

She's a brat, but a very loyal brat if you manage to win her over and quiet the very healthy sense of self preservation that tells her that she can't trust anyone, not really. Because of this self preservation she likes to collect favors, and would much rather others being in debt to her than the other way around. While she may or may not hesitate to help, expect her to use it as leverage as needed at a later date.

All in all, she is a street-smart gal who looks out for number one in her life: herself. She's not actively malicious (though she might act like at times) unless given a legitimate reason for her to be.

IMPRINTABILITY - Yes
OOC - Cactus
My Discord is Blitz #9204

SAMPLE
(taken from another site, wherein fantasy species can take human form which explains why a dragon is wearing a suit.)
If there was one thing that Francis Campion had learned in his long years of life, it was that one should always be fashionably late for important meetings. Not too late in case there was something especially important to be discussed, but late enough so that all eyes would be on the person entering. Which was why, on his first day of classes -as he had arrived to Occulte City in the middle of the previous school year and it had taken this long to properly set up his classes and what not- the dragon was precisely seven minutes late. A smirking grin brightened his features as he opened the door to his new classroom and waltzed in, eyes falling on the students who had filled in their seats waiting on him.

Given the rather chilly temperature outside the building he had dressed in his signature white coat that he'd had specifically tailored for him by an Italian man he once knew. Thankfully his son had kept his father's business after the elder man had died; Francis was one of their regulars even after his move to the United States. He wore matching white gloves, in part because of the cold and because of the fact that he was holding a particularly precious book and he was always careful to avoid touching it or any other books of the same nature with his bare hands since the oils from them could begin to easily erode the works. Since it was only the first day, he had decided to start off with something he considered easy.

Beowulf.

The entirety of it consisted of 3,182 alternating lines and it was the oldest surviving poem written in Old English; a classic! He of course did not take into account that most students, even those at the college level, had issues with Shakespeare let alone Old English. To the Frenchman Old English was child's play at best; one of the first languages he knew outside of his native tongue of French and its varying dialects and relatives. He even had a working knowledge of the Gaulish Language, passed down from the older dragons in his clan who still remembered the days of Clovis I and the Kingdom of the Franks; long before France had become what it is today.

"Bienvenue et bonne matin, mes étudiants!" Was he overdoing it a little by greeting them in French? Probably. Did he want to intimidate them just a little bit? Of course he did. He walked over to his new desk to place his copy of Beowulf -an original, thank you- his steps measured and possessing a grace that he had retained from his days as an Officre of the Crown of France. When you had that title attached to your name one quickly mastered the art of almost never having a hair out of place. With the book being set away for now he turned to face the class, looking at each one individually. "Welcome to Medieval Literature, you all may call me Professor Campion." And yes, he did expect them to pronounce his last name correctly.

HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? Yes
WHAT IS OUR REQUIRED WORD MINIMUM? 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? I used to be a member once upon a time

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  • x - By Meryl December 2, 2017 at 04:12:46 PM
    Accepted! >> - By Sol November 25, 2017 at 06:26:56 AM

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