Post by Jill on Aug 18, 2008 23:01:42 GMT -5
Your Character
Name: Jill
Meaning: A mother ferret is called a "jill," and the
Association is one that has mostly dealt in ferret tracking before her.
Nickname:
Gender:
Age: A little over four seasons
Pack: ?
Rank: ?
Mate/Crush: ?
Appearance: Jill is a gangly young she-wolf in the prime of immaturity. Her fur is an orangy red, ticked with dark brown at the creases of her skin on Jill's chest, back, and underbelly. Her paws fade to pale orange at their tips, starting from her "elbow"s. Jill's legs are sort of long, and her paws will always be just a tiny bit too large for her body. Like a cat her eyes and mouth are lined with the same dark brown that ticks her chest, and her irises are yellow in color. Weirdly, her teeth are white like snow and gleam like the winter's ice, but that's because dental appointments were scheduled for her regularly in captivity. A tracking device is chipped in her ear, and is bright green in color.
Personality: To put it bluntly, Jill has no social skills. She's also exceedingly honest, and says whatever comes to her mind to say. Jill's mind has but one-track, and her attention-span is short with boundless energy to divert to more important activities. With all these traits, one would think that Jill was also unintelligent, but they're mainly products of her strange upbringing. She learns surprisingly quickly and is always optimistic. Her candle of hope will be the last to go out in a dark time.
History: Jill was born into captivity and raised by people, a family. Her mother was actually their Irish Setter, which explains Jill's red color. The alpha-male of the human pack worked at a company who was trying to help Black Ferrets out of extinction, so she was named Jill. Jill grew up treated as a dog till about six months of age, till the wolf who got Max (aka Mom) pregnant came back for another spring, and the humans started getting an idea of the pup's true species. The alpha-male, inspired by his work in the Association, decided to be brave and release the wolves into the wild when they were 6 months old. On their way, the plane crashed, though. So she figured out how to swim, and got to shore, never again to see her brother. Her sister, Sable (EDIT: Apparantly there's another Sable on here that I didn't know about when I wrote this. So just to clarify I am not a creepy stalker, and we've never met before), and she went from one eensy weensy patch of land to another together until they eventually got separated, and then not too long after Jill got to Pack Island.
One Roleplay Sample: It was nighttime, but the dog-wolf couldn't sleep. The noises were frightening her, echoing off the mountains to her left. Sable would come and protect her soon; she always did but that didn't change the fact that she was alone for now. Jill hadn't ever been alone much before. She didn't like it.
She jumped in her skin as something rustled in the grass nearby. The red wolf jolted upward, shying to the right, away from the teeth-like hills and towards the sea whence she'd come. Things could jump at her from the ground beneath her; the longgrass didn't shelter Jill from that. She wanted to cry like Sally had done. Now finally comprehension of tears was coming to her; the human-pup was scared.
Jill tried it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and opened them again. Nothing happened. She closed them again, tighter this time, sending spasms through her whole being. The shudders accented how awkwardly she was built in her path to adulthood, how immature she was, and by default inexpirienced. Nothing happened this time either. Jill began to whimper instead, shivering in the dark, and now began to call out for her sister. "Sable?"
Nothing.
"SABLE?!"
The Person
Alias: Birdie
Roleplay Level: I'd say intermediate, since while I don't have much of a gift I can read all levels of literacy (provided they're in English ^^), can write with really good grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc., and can go for several pages if I need to. I've got the imagination and the technical work, but I'm still working on putting them together extremely prettily. What I've done so far is pretty much my literacy level.
How did you find us?: Google is my friend. ^^ I've never actually joined a forum that isn't completely up and running, but I liked the look of this place a lot so I thought I'd try it.
Name: Jill
Meaning: A mother ferret is called a "jill," and the
Association is one that has mostly dealt in ferret tracking before her.
Nickname:
Gender:
Age: A little over four seasons
Pack: ?
Rank: ?
Mate/Crush: ?
Appearance: Jill is a gangly young she-wolf in the prime of immaturity. Her fur is an orangy red, ticked with dark brown at the creases of her skin on Jill's chest, back, and underbelly. Her paws fade to pale orange at their tips, starting from her "elbow"s. Jill's legs are sort of long, and her paws will always be just a tiny bit too large for her body. Like a cat her eyes and mouth are lined with the same dark brown that ticks her chest, and her irises are yellow in color. Weirdly, her teeth are white like snow and gleam like the winter's ice, but that's because dental appointments were scheduled for her regularly in captivity. A tracking device is chipped in her ear, and is bright green in color.
Personality: To put it bluntly, Jill has no social skills. She's also exceedingly honest, and says whatever comes to her mind to say. Jill's mind has but one-track, and her attention-span is short with boundless energy to divert to more important activities. With all these traits, one would think that Jill was also unintelligent, but they're mainly products of her strange upbringing. She learns surprisingly quickly and is always optimistic. Her candle of hope will be the last to go out in a dark time.
History: Jill was born into captivity and raised by people, a family. Her mother was actually their Irish Setter, which explains Jill's red color. The alpha-male of the human pack worked at a company who was trying to help Black Ferrets out of extinction, so she was named Jill. Jill grew up treated as a dog till about six months of age, till the wolf who got Max (aka Mom) pregnant came back for another spring, and the humans started getting an idea of the pup's true species. The alpha-male, inspired by his work in the Association, decided to be brave and release the wolves into the wild when they were 6 months old. On their way, the plane crashed, though. So she figured out how to swim, and got to shore, never again to see her brother. Her sister, Sable (EDIT: Apparantly there's another Sable on here that I didn't know about when I wrote this. So just to clarify I am not a creepy stalker, and we've never met before), and she went from one eensy weensy patch of land to another together until they eventually got separated, and then not too long after Jill got to Pack Island.
One Roleplay Sample: It was nighttime, but the dog-wolf couldn't sleep. The noises were frightening her, echoing off the mountains to her left. Sable would come and protect her soon; she always did but that didn't change the fact that she was alone for now. Jill hadn't ever been alone much before. She didn't like it.
She jumped in her skin as something rustled in the grass nearby. The red wolf jolted upward, shying to the right, away from the teeth-like hills and towards the sea whence she'd come. Things could jump at her from the ground beneath her; the longgrass didn't shelter Jill from that. She wanted to cry like Sally had done. Now finally comprehension of tears was coming to her; the human-pup was scared.
Jill tried it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and opened them again. Nothing happened. She closed them again, tighter this time, sending spasms through her whole being. The shudders accented how awkwardly she was built in her path to adulthood, how immature she was, and by default inexpirienced. Nothing happened this time either. Jill began to whimper instead, shivering in the dark, and now began to call out for her sister. "Sable?"
Nothing.
"SABLE?!"
The Person
Alias: Birdie
Roleplay Level: I'd say intermediate, since while I don't have much of a gift I can read all levels of literacy (provided they're in English ^^), can write with really good grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc., and can go for several pages if I need to. I've got the imagination and the technical work, but I'm still working on putting them together extremely prettily. What I've done so far is pretty much my literacy level.
How did you find us?: Google is my friend. ^^ I've never actually joined a forum that isn't completely up and running, but I liked the look of this place a lot so I thought I'd try it.