Post by moony on Jun 4, 2013 2:50:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Batmask[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]Wind[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]34 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom] female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]Heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Small cream, white, and black she-cat with blue eyes.LINK[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]She is a sweet female that would do anything for her Clan. Her biggest flaw would have to be her short temper. She normally can keep it under wraps, but rule breaking and lying gets under her skin. She is very good at hiding her true emotions. She always thinks things through before acting. She is a hardworking and always willing to help others. She has a drive to always do better, which makes. She is always willing to help and show youngsters what they are doing wrong. Her voice always has a caring tone to it, but it can be very sharp if you push her. She loves to go swimming, but she hates the snow. She is a flat out fitness nut, she loves to run and exercise. She is always on the lookout for danger, but sometimes she day dreams and can miss very simple and obvious signs of danger. She is a hopeless romantic, always looking for love; she hasn't found true love yet, just puppy love. She is also a giant flirt, she has this problem of leading people on.When she does start falling for a male she will become very jealous and protective. She tries to realize that he can’t always be with her, and that things happen but she is so afraid of losing anyone else close to her that she sometimes tries to control them. She doesn't mean to be like that, but her mind will not let her act “normal” in relationships. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Her mother was a pure Windclancat while her father was a rouge. When her mother was young she was taken from the territory by twolegs that caught her. Once she escaped, on her way home, her mother was seduced by a tom that left her that night. Once she made it back to the clan, she didn't have to tell anyone who the father was of her two kits. This made it easy for Baskmask to be accepted, but she has always felt the need to work harder and be better than everyone else. When she was younger she had a brother, one day they were out hunting together and they heard a yowl. They went to investigate and the came across a massacre. A member of their clan lay dying in the grass as a dog moved over closer to him. Skyeyes had been the first to attack the foaming bloody beast. She had run to the bleeding warrior and drug him into some reeds to hid him from the monster. After he was hidden she ran back to help her brother fight the dog, they had been joined by another, older warrior, but her brother ended up dying in the battle. [/classy] |
[atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]Kaitlyn let herself slide out of her Chevy pickup. Her eyes traveled over the black paint that in places had barbed wire scratches. She touched them and an image of her father flashed in her mind. She jerked her hand way from the paint as if it had burned her. She shuddered at the memory as she looked instead at the early morning sky. It was the perfect time to get Dallas and ride him. She smiled as she thought of the grey and white stallion. She sung to the horses as she strode past stalls. Her voice was sweet, but etched with pain, “I went to bed I was thinking about you. I ain't the same since I'm living without you. All the memories are getting colder. All the things that I wanna do over.” |
A few tears slide down her heart shaped face and she quickly wiped them away and stroked Dallas’s sides. “I’m so glad I have you Bubby.”[/color] She whispered softly to him. She took a deep breath and stood back looking him over, he was filthy. She hadn’t given him a good grooming in forever. ‘I really should ride him first; I haven’t done that since I got here…’[/color] She smiled and ran her hand over his face, then reached for his halter on the stall door. She carefully hooked the black stud halter on him and led him easily from the stalls. He pranced excitedly past the other stalls showing off as she led him to the cross ties and clipped the chains on the sides of his halter. She patted his cheek then turned toward the tack room. Opening the door she inhaled the sweet smell of leather. She moved to where she had put all of her tack and grooming supplies. She picked up her basic supplies and headed back to Dallas. He eyed her as she moved over to him curry comb in hand. Laughing she set to work; thirty minutes later she stopped herself. He was clean enough to ride and that was all she needed for him. He was also starting to get antsy stomping his hoof. She returned to the tack room grabbing his bridle saddle pad and heavy western saddle. She carried it easily back to him and he lowered his head his blue eyes shining.[/blockquote]
After throwing his tack on she led him out into the indoor arena, less distractions. She mounted and set herself deep in the seat. She shifted forward slightly keeping her right hand on the reigns while her left hand daggled beside her. Dallas moved into a smooth walk holding his head perfectly for her. Warming him up was always her least favorite part of ridding. They both wanted to run as fast as possible. She switched between walking and trotting, while moving in several different patterns. A grin was constantly on her as her and Dallas molded into one. Her movements became his as she shifted and squeezed he would move accordingly. Suddenly she sat back and he stopped instantly his ears and head up wondering why she had done such a drastic thing. She leaned forward a smirk on her face as she whispered to him, excitement dripping from her words, “Ready boy?”[/color] He let out a high pitched whinny as he picked up on her emotion wondering what was next. She moved into and odd angle cueing for him to rear, he obeyed easily. His sturdy flea bitten front legs lashed at the air before he plunged back to earth. The arena’s sand flew through the air as he bolted into a full blown sprint.[/blockquote]
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