Post by ryuzaki on Sept 10, 2011 16:09:30 GMT -5
R Y U K
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nicknames:
Ryuk
age:
Four Years
breed:
Beauceron
gender:
Male
pack or loner?:
Pack
if pack, which pack?:
Evaristus Though he does not fully agree with their methods and plans to gain friends before splitting off and starting a gang, he has ideas about this that he will share with no one until he trusts them.
alias:
Ryuzaki / Ryu
age:
18
timezone:
UK {GM}
read the rules:
doggone
roleplay sample:
From Risking it All - Character named Eloin, has multiple personalities.[/color]
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The grounds of the abandoned carnival seemed like just the place to be, though reasoning was lost to her. The cool breeze that swept through her fur, the turmoil of the tossing grey clouds in the autumn sky drew out a side of her that seemed to relish in the misery of the early afternoon. Something in her mind had drawn her here, and not knowing what it was she assumed it was the fault of Bhreac, but for now said nothing. It was in her nature to be somewhat curious, and while she was always relatively confident she insisted on boosting her confidence a little further by investigating the scents of the area.
The carnival was, of course, empty. Deserted and peaceful, she sort of liked it even if there was a rather ghostly and threatening silence about the place. Eloin would never have admitted to being afraid, but someone already knew. "Frightened Ellie?" Came a soft, fluid voice with a light questioning inflection. Eloin flicked her tail with agitation, not only because Bhreac had dared to suggest that Eloin felt fear, no matter how true it might have been, but also at the use of this much hated nickname. Of course fighting with herself never really ended all that well, she had only tried a few times in a height of anger with Bhreac, but of course the only one that could ever get hurt was her, so she usually restorted to ignoring her sister's comments or just retorting in any way she could think.
"Why are we here Bhreac?" Came a bitter snarl so harsh in tone that anyone listening would hardly beleive that the two voices came from the same canine. But there she stood, alone in the entrance gateway to the carnival grounds, her ears drawn back slightly and the long, wire grey fur pulled tightly around her muzzle in a snarl. Her eyes bright with anger. The russet red of her coat had almost completely faded now, leaving behind the grey of her summer coat that would soon thicken completely in preparation for the coming moons.
"Do we need a reason?" The reply came so calmly, so lightly and smoothly that it seemed most unusual, especially considering that Eloin's expression did not change, even as her muzzle gave voice to the words. If anything her eyes shone with even greater rage, so much so that she lurched forward and ran full pelt. Her eyes had caught sight of one of the stands where humans would have once been required to fulfill a simple task in order to gain a prize, the small stuffed toys had been left. Rain had made them heavy and even spores of mold had gathered in the fake fur, but within a heartbeat the stuffed creature had been grasped in a pair of hate fueled jaws and its head torn away.
Having destroyed the imaginary life she had given to the stuffed animal she felt somewhat more satisfied and backed away, panting with the relief of having found an outlet for her anger. "One of these days Bhreac, I'll kill you again."
The carnival was, of course, empty. Deserted and peaceful, she sort of liked it even if there was a rather ghostly and threatening silence about the place. Eloin would never have admitted to being afraid, but someone already knew. "Frightened Ellie?" Came a soft, fluid voice with a light questioning inflection. Eloin flicked her tail with agitation, not only because Bhreac had dared to suggest that Eloin felt fear, no matter how true it might have been, but also at the use of this much hated nickname. Of course fighting with herself never really ended all that well, she had only tried a few times in a height of anger with Bhreac, but of course the only one that could ever get hurt was her, so she usually restorted to ignoring her sister's comments or just retorting in any way she could think.
"Why are we here Bhreac?" Came a bitter snarl so harsh in tone that anyone listening would hardly beleive that the two voices came from the same canine. But there she stood, alone in the entrance gateway to the carnival grounds, her ears drawn back slightly and the long, wire grey fur pulled tightly around her muzzle in a snarl. Her eyes bright with anger. The russet red of her coat had almost completely faded now, leaving behind the grey of her summer coat that would soon thicken completely in preparation for the coming moons.
"Do we need a reason?" The reply came so calmly, so lightly and smoothly that it seemed most unusual, especially considering that Eloin's expression did not change, even as her muzzle gave voice to the words. If anything her eyes shone with even greater rage, so much so that she lurched forward and ran full pelt. Her eyes had caught sight of one of the stands where humans would have once been required to fulfill a simple task in order to gain a prize, the small stuffed toys had been left. Rain had made them heavy and even spores of mold had gathered in the fake fur, but within a heartbeat the stuffed creature had been grasped in a pair of hate fueled jaws and its head torn away.
Having destroyed the imaginary life she had given to the stuffed animal she felt somewhat more satisfied and backed away, panting with the relief of having found an outlet for her anger. "One of these days Bhreac, I'll kill you again."
BASICS[/color]
Ryuk is generally a peaceful canine, he dislikes a great deal of conflict and generally prefers to settle matters with words, though they can often be harsh and he can snap at times, due to his slightly too short temper. He is a mysterious creature for the most part, though shares a few occassional details of his life with those who are close to him, but they are the very select few. He is also well known for taking charge of situations, he is a born leader and is quick to identify the strengths of others, with considerable intelligence on his side he can use those strengths and weaknesses to his own advantage. He can be manipulative and often he seems cruel, due to the things he says at times.
history:
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this application was made by erin say what?! of CAUTION!. do not remove this credit.