Post by Loshan on Apr 30, 2011 20:33:47 GMT -5
Name: Lo-shan. [pronounced: "low-shan" not "lotion"]
Species: who da fuk knows. she looks like a full blooded wolf though.
Special Ability, if any: nup.
Abnormalities in Physical Features: She has a set of ram horns & a stubby tail because hers was torn off in battle.
Height: 2'5
Weight: 135lbs
Build: stocky, muscular.
Limitations: None really, though the horns are somewhat heavy so she hangs her head a lot.
Weakness's: ^
Refference, (if applicable): :( nope. lost it sadly.
Rp sample:
Superiority practically poured from every pore of Lo-shan’s physique, though she was well learned, and self-taught. She remained reserved, normally nine out of ten times in every situation. In times when others became flustered, she simply kept her smug grin, and continued to toy with them, choosing her words wisely, pouring salt in old wounds if she could find them. A brilliant mind’s eye kept her alert at all times, constantly on the watch for new people to play with, new situations to force herself into. Lo-shan’s shoulders rolled with her movement, the ruddy hairs along her neck slightly bristled, but perhaps with anticipation. Her head hung low beneath her shoulders, the weight from the curled horns a constant burden she was forced to deal with since birth, though it did turn to be quite the aid in battle. This area was new, though certainly not unoccupied; it was a good place to explore, to meet the hoard that undoubtedly resided here. Her eyes were pealed, the olive gaze scanning all within her line of vision, eager to rest tired eyes on any form. Lo-shan lingered in the undergrowth now, a figure placed ingeniously amongst a group of rocks quite the distance above her. Though not rash as to run out and put herself directly below the other, she swaggered forward, her head raised, the grin on her chapped lips reeling into a taut line. “Afternoon, doll.”
Anything else we should know?: Nada!
Species: who da fuk knows. she looks like a full blooded wolf though.
Special Ability, if any: nup.
Abnormalities in Physical Features: She has a set of ram horns & a stubby tail because hers was torn off in battle.
Height: 2'5
Weight: 135lbs
Build: stocky, muscular.
Limitations: None really, though the horns are somewhat heavy so she hangs her head a lot.
Weakness's: ^
Refference, (if applicable): :( nope. lost it sadly.
Rp sample:
Superiority practically poured from every pore of Lo-shan’s physique, though she was well learned, and self-taught. She remained reserved, normally nine out of ten times in every situation. In times when others became flustered, she simply kept her smug grin, and continued to toy with them, choosing her words wisely, pouring salt in old wounds if she could find them. A brilliant mind’s eye kept her alert at all times, constantly on the watch for new people to play with, new situations to force herself into. Lo-shan’s shoulders rolled with her movement, the ruddy hairs along her neck slightly bristled, but perhaps with anticipation. Her head hung low beneath her shoulders, the weight from the curled horns a constant burden she was forced to deal with since birth, though it did turn to be quite the aid in battle. This area was new, though certainly not unoccupied; it was a good place to explore, to meet the hoard that undoubtedly resided here. Her eyes were pealed, the olive gaze scanning all within her line of vision, eager to rest tired eyes on any form. Lo-shan lingered in the undergrowth now, a figure placed ingeniously amongst a group of rocks quite the distance above her. Though not rash as to run out and put herself directly below the other, she swaggered forward, her head raised, the grin on her chapped lips reeling into a taut line. “Afternoon, doll.”
Anything else we should know?: Nada!
