Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jan 14, 2012 3:01:55 GMT -5
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(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Dyzz
[removed due to it already being in Maylea's bio. Note - two other characters to come once I figure out how much of them would need to be changed.
RP Example:
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Full Name: Kaliska
Nickname(s): Kal, Kali, Iska
Age: Three 'n' a half
Gender: Female
Species: Coyote
Breed(s): Coyote
Other: none
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Coat Color: white, tan, dark tan, brown, and black (typical coat for coyote)
Eye Color: light copper/brown (typical for coyote)
Height: 15 inches at shoulder
Weight: 32 lbs
Markings: none
Scars, birthmarks, etc: none
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Kaliska is a unique sorta coyote, from first glance you might expect her to be the friendly, wild go lucky type. But that is everything, but the truth. Infact, Kaliska is as far from friendly as you can get. Shy, and quiet, Kal goes out of her way to avoid being around others. To the point of being a bitch-if it's the only way to avoid someone else. True to her canine species, she also has a tendency to feel extremely protective of where ever she calls home. But if you get this girl talkin' you learn she has a very country twang to the way she speaks. Oh ya, this is a southern belle you've managed to get your paws on. She's loyal to the core, and loves to be wild and get in trouble, but she finds it more fun when you're off alone and get in trouble-because then you can get in trouble your way. She has a thing for running, loving to race the wind, anything to feel like she's going faster then life it's self. She's shy, quiet, wild, and free... How much better can she get?
SOUL.
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Kaliska was born into a litter of three, her brother being born first, and her younger sister last. The three did a lot together, but it didn't stop their parents from having favorites. Her brother was her dad's favorite, a son like he'd been hoping to have. And both of her parents adored her little sister. Unfortunately, for Kaliska, she wasn't in the special group to receive 'favorite' status. She grew up around her siblings, or out on her own for a lot of her life.
When she was a year, however, she met the first, and only best friend would ever have during these beginning years. She was an indian girl who gave Kaliska her name, calling her Kaliska, do to the fact she'd seen her chasing a deer the first time the saw one another. It took a few weeks that turned into a handful of months before Kaliska was officially welcomed into her tribe, allowed to play with the other indians in the tribe.
It was by accident that her little sister had followed her one day to the indians, when Kali was just 2 years old. Eventually her little sister decided to live permanently with her. However, this happiness that Kali was feeling was short lived.
A rival tribe attacked her friends, and neither the indian, nor her sister was ever found again. Her parents blamed her for her sister's apparent death, and after being violently attacked, her brother stepped in long enough to give her an escape - and so she ran, ran until she was caught on a roundup. But do to the unwant of more coyotes - especially wild ones in zoos, and not wanting to release her again - due to threats from local texan farmers - she was brought here. And she's more than ready to hiss, fight, mew, and yip until she's found her place once again.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: Dyzz
[removed due to it already being in Maylea's bio. Note - two other characters to come once I figure out how much of them would need to be changed.
RP Example:
[/size]Kaliska was the type who wasn’t afraid to be the first to approach someone. In fact, she was more than happy to make her way towards the large, bulky female. Even if to only get her straightened out about what to call her and what not to call her. The coyote was not afraid to get down and dirty and make sure it was known that she was a top dog. Of course, it helped to make this known to animals that had met one of her species before. Kal raised an eyebrow, quickly speaking, and she was slightly annoyed at the chuckle leaving the female. What the hell was so funny about not wanting to be called a little scrap of anything. She was an alphess, and she figured that she out to be treated as such.Hay, now, lil’ lady, ain’t no reason to get all hot ‘n bothered ‘bout it now,The chow said with a very toothy grin, and Kal could easily read the laughter in the mammoth’s eyes,Bu’, ‘cha a feisty one, and ol’ Dozer here can really, uh..The dog paused, as if her vocabulary wasn’t fit for modernized talking. Though, Kal couldn’t see much, considering her speeches were given in a thick, southern accent,Appreciates good shit lik’ that Dun’ come nowhere’s near lot’sa the more docile kind wit’ that’s kinda’ spunk. Donts know nottin’ ‘bout doz Nattins, though.Kaliska snorted, finally speaking up once the dog seemed to pause for a moment, “Natives. Nay-ti-ves” The coyote pronounced, “Yer sayin’ it all wr’ng. It’s the Natives.” The coyote was adamant that her group be pronounced properly, and for it to happen quickly. Though, that was probably just the leader in her.
“Docile?” She snorted at the word, “Now don’t go a’ound ins’ltin’ dogs like dat. We dun take kind to no respect. If’in I was docile, ain’t no way that I’d hava made leader. Fiesty, maybeh, spunk, what eva, but I ain’t not docile dog. I ain't even a dog e'ther. So yer gonna have ta be more careful when fling'n' them words 'roun'. Ya hear?” Kaliska said, watching the dog, rolling her eyes. Docile in deed . . . Not. The chow soon was laughing again, lowering her head, as if determined to look Kal in the eye,Well, you ain’t really givin’ me much time ti’ go ‘bout it, Kal, but since you asked so kindly and ‘da like, I ‘reckon ‘da name ‘ere is Nguvu…there was a slight pause, and a frown, before she added,But if you’ld be so kind as ‘ti say Dozer, it be a good ol’ thang.The coyote had barely opened her mouth, before the rustle in the bushes.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, looking towards the sound, before shrugging it off and looking back at the mammoth. “Doze’, huh? Well, if that’s what ya p’efer, I ain’t gonna call ya somethin’ else. Wou’n’t be right, consderin’ I dun’ wanna be called be my full name eitha’.”
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