YANJII [ROTSTALKER] Sept 15, 2014 15:00:03 GMT -6
Post by demoning on Sept 15, 2014 15:00:03 GMT -6
Player: Ceridwen or Ceri
Gender: demigirl, she/her or they/them
Contact: skype: the_sage_waffle
Breed: German Shepard
Personality: Yanjii is curt and to-the-point. Often times blunt, Yanjii is generally mistrusting of others and keeps secrets well, whether they are hers or someone else's. She is prone to sudden outbursts of anger. She enjoys the dark and occult, and hates getting wet.
Appearance: A large solid black German Shepard. Yanjii has yellow eyes all over her body, that emit a different amount of pain when opening. Yanjii keeps all of them closed except for her main eyes, because she dislikes them and if sh opened them all at once, she would either die or pass out from pain. Occasional eyes open when she is angry or upset. The most notable ones are on her forehead, underneath her main eyes, and on her neck. When she has her eyes closed, Yanjii just looks like a regular German Shepard[/b] [/span][/font][/font][/span]
History: Yanjii was the only pup born alive with her litter, and lived with her mother on the edge of the forest. Called by the city, she went exploring one day, but was easily scared away by the stray dogs and cats that populate the city. Running back to her home, Yanjii found that her mother was killed by a stray dog, fighting over prey. Turning towords the city, Yanjii scavenged for awhile, fighting off other dogs and vowing to kill the dog that once murdered her mother. realizing scavenging and living in constant fear did not suit her, Yanjii turned to the Rotstalker pack and became a preyfinder.
Visual Reference: N/A
RP Example: (a few posts stolen from a dead RP group, ehh)
Skia surveyed the wall in front of her, cursing under her breath. She could have SWORN there was a passage here yesterday. Sighing, she turned around, heading down another passage. And this is why I avoid leaving the sanctuary. Skia quietly kicked a rock as she trotted down the passage way, feeling the walls with her tail. As she made her way through the passages, Skia could her soft footsteps behind her. Her tattoos glowing with anxiety, Skia whipped her head around, frantically trying to find a corner she could turn. No no no, I DON'T want to run into somebody else! Giving up, Skia stood still, her tail out straight, her tattoos pulsing softly.
Skia took a step back, moving father away. Holding a white claw up, she surveyed her tattoos, and the ever-changing swirls that pulsed with a soft blue light.
"<small style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(214, 222, 212);">Oh, these... no, I wasnt born with them...</small>"
Out of curiousity, Skia pressed her mind against the Lightweavers, examining the outer most reigon of her thoughts. They had a hazy gold glow to them, not unlike her Lifeforce...
Skia could also sense a large wound, healed, but massive, and she took into account the bandages around the Lightweavers forelegs.