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Posted on December 28, 2017 at 08:21:04 PM by LEFTERIS
Name: Lefteris
Age: One year old
Gender: Male
Eye colour: Brown and unremarkable; the colour of milk chocolate
Appearance: Lefteris will grow to be the smaller side of average for a male wolf. (From Wikipedia I’m tentatively putting this at about 100lbs and 30in, but I’d much appreciate if staff could use their judgement here to adjust the exact measurements to create a ‘slightly below average’ which will work on this site since I don’t really know what I’m doing here.) He would be average height if not for having disproportionately shorter legs, giving him a body which looks thicker than normal. Even as an adult, he will have disproportionately large paws, giving him a youthful look. He is a typical tawny in colour with a paler throat and underbelly and a smattering of darker hairs along his back.
Imprintability: Go for it.
OOC: Aspelta
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Information as a new member:
I have read the rules.
The word minimum is 200.
Your site is affiliated to my site.
I prefer not to give my email address, but my chatango is [thetamar] and my Discord handle is [Aspelta#6312].
For a sample I have provided one in Lefteris’ character below, since I haven’t written wolves in over ten years and all my more recent roleplaying has been with humanoids. Since I’m rusty with wolves, I’ve also provided links below to some of my recent posts with humanoids and other animals.
Recent post with a humanoid, first time playing the character.
Recent post with a cat familiar.
A better post from October with a humanoid and her horse familiar.
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IC Sample: 485 words
Nothing to see here, folks.
Seriously, nothing. If you want interesting, try my Uncle Kacey, who has one ear, a lopsided grin and a ton of stories about everywhere you’ve never been. If you want calm and kind, look for my mum, whose soft patience has won every heart she’s ever come across. If you want brave, look no further than my sister Thalia, who fearlessly pokes her nose into every available crevice.
Me? I’m the one hiding at the back of the den, my paws pressed over my eyes because Uncle Kacey brought a colourful bug in to show Thalia. I’m no one.
Up until recently, everything about me and my life was average. I was born in a den with my sister, I stayed in the den for as long as I possibly could before my mum firmly nudged me out with her nose, and then I reluctantly started learning basic life skills like not crying hysterically every time I see a beetle. I was okay as long as I had mum and Thalia. Thalia would roll her eyes at me a lot but she would always come to my rescue whenever my legs froze and I couldn’t move. In my defence, that only happened whenever something legitimately scary happened. If you ask me, Thalia isn’t scared often enough.
Then… well, I don’t really like remembering it. There was a storm, and there was fire, and… well, my legs didn’t freeze that time. That time I ran.
Now I’m lost and alone, and it turns out the world is way scarier without mum and Thalia.
Fortunately, nothing with big teeth has taken an interest in me yet – but then, neither has anyone soft-faced. My paws hurt. After the – the storm, I couldn’t find my way back to anywhere I knew with my nose so full of smoke, so I just kept walking. Since nowhere is familiar at all, I just keep picking the safest-looking options. I sought high ground at first, then turned towards open fields when my only other option was descent into a dark and gloomy forest. At least out in the open I could see anything coming.
Some of the grass is as tall as my knees. It folds around me as I pad through it with my overlarge paws, following the sound of water. The grass gradually shrinks and clears entirely as the land gives way to a sizeable lake. I leave the security of the long grass and step cautiously out onto the shingle, looking carefully about. There are other wolves – I can see a few at a distance and smell more – but none bother me. Satisfied that nothing is going to jump at me from the land, I glare into the pool of water for a moment, checking that there are no nasties lurking beneath the surface, before finally dropping my head to wet my burning throat.
LEFTERIS
homeless year-old cub. bugs suck.
Age: One year old
Gender: Male
Eye colour: Brown and unremarkable; the colour of milk chocolate
Appearance: Lefteris will grow to be the smaller side of average for a male wolf. (From Wikipedia I’m tentatively putting this at about 100lbs and 30in, but I’d much appreciate if staff could use their judgement here to adjust the exact measurements to create a ‘slightly below average’ which will work on this site since I don’t really know what I’m doing here.) He would be average height if not for having disproportionately shorter legs, giving him a body which looks thicker than normal. Even as an adult, he will have disproportionately large paws, giving him a youthful look. He is a typical tawny in colour with a paler throat and underbelly and a smattering of darker hairs along his back.
Imprintability: Go for it.
OOC: Aspelta
--
Information as a new member:
I have read the rules.
The word minimum is 200.
Your site is affiliated to my site.
I prefer not to give my email address, but my chatango is [thetamar] and my Discord handle is [Aspelta#6312].
For a sample I have provided one in Lefteris’ character below, since I haven’t written wolves in over ten years and all my more recent roleplaying has been with humanoids. Since I’m rusty with wolves, I’ve also provided links below to some of my recent posts with humanoids and other animals.
Recent post with a humanoid, first time playing the character.
Recent post with a cat familiar.
A better post from October with a humanoid and her horse familiar.
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IC Sample: 485 words
Nothing to see here, folks.
Seriously, nothing. If you want interesting, try my Uncle Kacey, who has one ear, a lopsided grin and a ton of stories about everywhere you’ve never been. If you want calm and kind, look for my mum, whose soft patience has won every heart she’s ever come across. If you want brave, look no further than my sister Thalia, who fearlessly pokes her nose into every available crevice.
Me? I’m the one hiding at the back of the den, my paws pressed over my eyes because Uncle Kacey brought a colourful bug in to show Thalia. I’m no one.
Up until recently, everything about me and my life was average. I was born in a den with my sister, I stayed in the den for as long as I possibly could before my mum firmly nudged me out with her nose, and then I reluctantly started learning basic life skills like not crying hysterically every time I see a beetle. I was okay as long as I had mum and Thalia. Thalia would roll her eyes at me a lot but she would always come to my rescue whenever my legs froze and I couldn’t move. In my defence, that only happened whenever something legitimately scary happened. If you ask me, Thalia isn’t scared often enough.
Then… well, I don’t really like remembering it. There was a storm, and there was fire, and… well, my legs didn’t freeze that time. That time I ran.
Now I’m lost and alone, and it turns out the world is way scarier without mum and Thalia.
Fortunately, nothing with big teeth has taken an interest in me yet – but then, neither has anyone soft-faced. My paws hurt. After the – the storm, I couldn’t find my way back to anywhere I knew with my nose so full of smoke, so I just kept walking. Since nowhere is familiar at all, I just keep picking the safest-looking options. I sought high ground at first, then turned towards open fields when my only other option was descent into a dark and gloomy forest. At least out in the open I could see anything coming.
Some of the grass is as tall as my knees. It folds around me as I pad through it with my overlarge paws, following the sound of water. The grass gradually shrinks and clears entirely as the land gives way to a sizeable lake. I leave the security of the long grass and step cautiously out onto the shingle, looking carefully about. There are other wolves – I can see a few at a distance and smell more – but none bother me. Satisfied that nothing is going to jump at me from the land, I glare into the pool of water for a moment, checking that there are no nasties lurking beneath the surface, before finally dropping my head to wet my burning throat.
homeless year-old cub. bugs suck.
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