Post by Annathesus on Jul 18, 2010 9:33:54 GMT -5
Name: Annathesus.
Age: Twenty.
Gender: Female.
Job Wanted: N/A
Other Position Wanted: Resident, if possible.
Description: Living with her tribe in the wild- surviving off what little is given to them- has given her a sort of youthful pep, making her appear younger than she really is. Her smooth, tan skin is marked with red paint, the swirled and dotted marks disappearing underneath a deer-skin dress that covers her shoulders and stops at her knees. The ragged edges are stained with mud and a little blood, signs that her and her people were willing to get a little dirty for what they wanted. Dark hair was tied back messily with some long twine, a few hawk feathers stuck in for decoration. Her eyes, wide and bright, clearly tell you that she wants nothing more than to survive and learn all she can. There are plenty of scars on her knees and hands, no doubt from hunting or working to keep her and her people alive.
Example of RP: Annathesus grunted and whistled, her fingers snapping at a small mouse that was huddled near the base of a large tree. It was sniffing the air, whiskeres twitching at her scent; human, yet... not. It's blank eyes stared at the one trying to call it, but it remained where it was. "Come, come." Anna quickly looked around after speaking the word. It was forbidden by her tribe to speak like the other humans, but she couldn't help it. The mouse's ears twitched, front paws slowly reaching the ground. He skittered forward a few feet, trusting the wild looking girl. It was only a few feet from her open plam, when the sound of more movement made it dart away suddenly. Anna gasped and lunged for the mouse, but it was gone. Growling, she stood and dusted herself off. Who was moving so close to her secret hunting spot, and why? Seeing as how she was far too curious to leave those questions hanging, she followed the noise to the near by alcove where all the funny smelling herbs grew. Quickly darting behind a tree, she peeked around to see what had caused her to lose her lunch.
Age: Twenty.
Gender: Female.
Job Wanted: N/A
Other Position Wanted: Resident, if possible.
Description: Living with her tribe in the wild- surviving off what little is given to them- has given her a sort of youthful pep, making her appear younger than she really is. Her smooth, tan skin is marked with red paint, the swirled and dotted marks disappearing underneath a deer-skin dress that covers her shoulders and stops at her knees. The ragged edges are stained with mud and a little blood, signs that her and her people were willing to get a little dirty for what they wanted. Dark hair was tied back messily with some long twine, a few hawk feathers stuck in for decoration. Her eyes, wide and bright, clearly tell you that she wants nothing more than to survive and learn all she can. There are plenty of scars on her knees and hands, no doubt from hunting or working to keep her and her people alive.
Example of RP: Annathesus grunted and whistled, her fingers snapping at a small mouse that was huddled near the base of a large tree. It was sniffing the air, whiskeres twitching at her scent; human, yet... not. It's blank eyes stared at the one trying to call it, but it remained where it was. "Come, come." Anna quickly looked around after speaking the word. It was forbidden by her tribe to speak like the other humans, but she couldn't help it. The mouse's ears twitched, front paws slowly reaching the ground. He skittered forward a few feet, trusting the wild looking girl. It was only a few feet from her open plam, when the sound of more movement made it dart away suddenly. Anna gasped and lunged for the mouse, but it was gone. Growling, she stood and dusted herself off. Who was moving so close to her secret hunting spot, and why? Seeing as how she was far too curious to leave those questions hanging, she followed the noise to the near by alcove where all the funny smelling herbs grew. Quickly darting behind a tree, she peeked around to see what had caused her to lose her lunch.
Feed Me!