Post by Bye on Jun 10, 2007 15:12:41 GMT -5
Your character's name:
Regime, aka Reg.
Their special abilities:
Regime is very muscular, a very tall. A typical large wolf. He stands at 5 feet, and weighs about 180 lbs. He is increasingly slow on the ground, hardly able to outrun a six week old puppy, but has a special ability inherited; Regime has microfibers covering his body that enables him to climb. Powerful legs are put to proper use when climbing and jumping, when he is fastest. Long, straight, three inch claws exert from his paws; his teeth are thin, straight and long like his claws, forcing his maw to be thickened and his mouth is never entirely shut because of his teeth.
Weaknesses:
Regime is partially blind because of the excess flesh around his small eyes. His teeth are also extremely fragile on the ends -- therefore any movements with his mouth are controlled by his neck. He is slow on the ground and cannot swim, and is afraid of falling.
A description of your character:
Regime is a particular wolf breed that is very rare, nearly extinct in the lands from which he came. A locked territory named Remore exists on the coasts of the Mediterranean, since the dawn of time. There the cradle of Remorian guardians was roosted. However, Remore and the guardians is an entirely different story.. the most needed to know about them would be that they were a sinless paradise, infected by sin, its inhabitants exiled and banished to each their own private, lonely wasteland, and the race was regathered and exists today as a small land of good-doers. Regime came from a place not far off the coast of the last remorian island, a place called Bohrung.
Not a very widely inhabited place, but it served the purpose of a sink hole for dangerous, unneeded monsters of the earth. Remorians placed them there centuries ago, deciding that they were unfit for a beautiful place like earth. Outcasts.
Regime's father was an offbeat from the Remorian monster race, and was the influence of their design. He was born muscular, thick, large, and tall; slow, tired easily, and without usable strength. However, his long, straight teeth resembled his four inch claws. Special material was on his paw pads that enabled climbing, and his claws were used as a steadying mechanism. On the cliffs, and trees, he found new speed, jumping, and climbing -- on the ground he was just a terrifying lump of muscle. Regime's father concluded these amazing traits should be passed on to a litter, and embedded for select to use; Regime was thus born, along with his sister.
Regime has the same attributes of his father, and in early life was taught how to use them. Their muscles soon developed a use -- to hang on and support their body for long periods of time. Beady eyes, huge body, five foot height, the ability to climb -- they were terrors, ready to exact revenge on Remore for trapping them to so wretched a place.
However, revenge never came; a similar beast protected Remore out of debt, a blind beast, a beast with the ability to change; though in their attempts Regime's father was killed, Regime found he could escape Bohrung and quickly began roaming the land.
A picture (optional):
History (again, optional):
embedded with his description above. :)
A log post (can be of any character):
Regime smirked, his long, straight teeth curving his mouth. The alphess of this so said Kumori .. was indeed witty, but no where near as charming as some of the others he had come across during the caravan's struggles. Brow perked as he looked at her with curiousity. "It is nice to meet you.." he drawled, smile weakening. "However, I am not young.. atleast, not so much. Five years I would not consider to be.." Again the wicked smirk returned, a more venemous drip to his voice. "Young." He looked back to Suffice, who seemed to be quite relieved he had not chosen to go upward. Male bowed to the female. I'm such a kissup. "Quite nice." Eyes flickered over Bury, choosing not to acknowledge the beta at the moment. "Suffice, introduce yourself.."
A sample post portraying your abilities :
Male would have never thought his utmost perfect opponent would be one that could fly. It was true; Novaz spat down on him, her great bat wings flapping in front of the sun. Still crawling along the rocks, he thought this to be the most epic battle of his life; the one that would end all worries of the past three years in his inhabitance of the Berlin territory. He hissed, and spat right back, though knew his insults would not last as long as Nova's. The sun reclined into the horizon, slowing creeping over the hill -- at night time he could escape, being the battle shy he was, crawl away between the shadows and take her up on the next time he felt like it. However, the sun sank slowly, and he had no option but to fight -- he was enjoying it. Nova rushed down to strike and with a snarl he leapt at her, using his powerful hind legs to compell against the cliff's surface and bound straight for the attacker, attempting to wrap his body around her and drag her down. If successful, he would use his limbs to mash her into the ground.