Self-Roleplay
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Thread Topic: Self-Roleplay
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LISTEN.
I will be using multiple characters throughout this roleplay.
AND DO NOT POST HERE. -
Sorry that was a little harsh, I just had to get the message across. I'm going all-out with the CS.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Favorite Place:
Favorite Food:
Skills:
Flaws:
Character Development(?) (on a scale of 1 to 10):
Accessory/Accessories:
Appearance:
Tribe:
Also, I will be using some fanmade tribes. -
Name: Angles (not angle plural, you pronounce it angu-less)
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Likes: Swimming
Dislikes: Ice, frost, desert
Hobbies: Hanging out near water, swimming, hunting
Favorite Place: Babbling brooks
Favorite Food: Fish :P
Skills: Hunting, swimming
Flaws: Lazy
Character Development: 2
Accessory/Accessories: A small coral pendant around his neck
Appearance: Glittering pale blue scales and then navy glow in the dark scales, white wings rimmed with blue
Tribe: SeaWing -
Name: Frostmoon
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Likes: Ice, cold climates
Dislikes: Desert, the sun
Hobbies: Standing near the Great Ice Cliff and staring into the distance
Favorite Place: Great Ice Cliff
Favorite Food: Any kind of meat, really
Skills: Meditating, breaking up arguments
Flaws: Can get distracted easily
Character Development: 4
Accessory/Accessories: A very subtle, unnoticeable earring representing a snowflake
Appearance: Pale blue scales, light purple wings rimmed with white
Tribe: IceWing -
Name: Ebony
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Likes: The night, monochrome
Dislikes: Colorful things, the sun
Hobbies: Not really anything
Favorite Place: Anywhere where lava is bubbling, fireplaces
Favorite Food: Rabbit
Skills: Encouraging people
Flaws: often puts most of her energy into one thing and ignores everything else
Character Development: 3
Accessory/Accessories: None
Appearance: Big black wings rimmed with gray, teardrop scales by her eyes -
I wasn’t DOne >:(
But, anyway, from her appearance, you can probably guess she's a NightWing.
Introducing BloodWings.
Their queen is Queen Warfang (I’m sorry for the trash name XD)
They live in… well, tunnels underground.
Some have the power to raise the dead.
But, there’s a catch. Those who can raise the dead are basically automatically wanted. After ten years of age, everyone has orders to kill them on sight. Everyone in the tribe, that is. Dragons in other tribes (like SeaWings) can take them in.
Name: Warfang
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Likes: Bloodlust, war
Dislikes: Unreasonable diplomacy
Hobbies: Idk, hanging out in tunnels?
Favorite Place: Anywhere where you could immediately die—that is, everywhere.
Favorite Food: Snake
Skills: Fighting, sorting out arguments
Flaws: Puts most of her energy into fighting and organizing soldiers
Character Development: 1
Accessory/Accessories: None
Appearance: Scorching red wings rimmed with beige, colorful scales that range from bloodred to light orange
Tribe: BloodWing
Strangely enough, she’s quite sorted out and neat, despite what you may think. She doesn’t declare war on people for no reason, it’s just that if you threaten to kill someone she cares about… well, the entire BloodWing army coming your way! -
Name: Spearblood (Blood for short)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Likes: Playing with cow carcasses
Dislikes: scummy water
Hobbies: Playing with cow carcasses
Favorite Place: N/A
Favorite Food: Steak
Skills: Combat, negotiating
Flaws: Insecure, self-conscious
Character Development: 3
Accessory/Accessories: None
Appearance: Bloodred scales, reddish-brown wings rimmed with beige
Tribe: BloodWing -
I'm not going to do CS's for every side character...)
Angles smiled as water engulfed him. He felt safe when he was in his element. Angles' head dipped under the water, and he accidentally splashed himself. A deep chuckle emanated from his throat.
Frostmoon scowled in distaste, seeing the young IceWings around her. Her gaze softened when she spotted her siblings grinning madly and invested in a game of Duck Duck Goose.
Ebony stared up into the sky. "Ebony says hello," she whispered, studying the constellation Ursa Major. She loved playing games with herself and seeing how many constellations she could name.
Warfang smiled deviously at her son Spearblood. "No turning back now." "But, Mom—," Spearblood began, but she hushed him. "We are at war," she said firmly. -
"At war? With who?" Warfang hushed him again. "They’re not dragons," she whispered vaguely. "And trust me, I’ve got it all sorted out. Don’t you worry."
Spearblood frowned. He could tell that the war was just beginning, and like an animus using its magic, there was no way to stop it except to wait it out. -
Spearblood could tell by the worried, overworked expression on his mother's face that it was most certainly not under control, but he decided not to pry.
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