Post by Radi on Sept 14, 2012 17:48:43 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #666666 15px solid; border-left: #666666 15px solid;] Act 1; ALL MY FRIENDS TELL ME I SHOULD MOVE ON I'M LYING IN THE OCEAN, SINGING YOUR SONG Name: Ronan Gender:-----> Male Age: Four years Breed: Eastern Mutation: - Illness: - Fur Color: Mixtures of grey and brown Eye Color: Light blue Act 2; ALL MY FRIENDS ASK ME WHY I STAY STRONG TELL 'EM WHEN YOU FIND TRUE LOVE IT LIVES ON Appearance type: Ronan was born with his mother's size and his father's coat. Despite what he thinks of his looks, Ronan is actually quite handsome. You could make nice compliments towards his appearance, and he'd call you blind. The male is a tad bit below average for his breed, his build is leaning towards more graceful and elegant than bulky and muscular. Though not as strong, he's swift and quick on his feet. His limbs are long and robust. Running might as well be his forte. His pelt is made of silky fibers; fibers that are varied intensities of grey, with creams, browns, and white that add to the mix. His ears sit upon his head with a weird and yet almost undetectable reddish hue behind them. Lastly, his eyes are clear pools of light blue, obliviously attractive and alluring, yet unfortunately, they are unreadable and placid. Personality: One would have to excuse the male's seemingly lack of manners and his sarcastic tongue during a first impression. Ronan enjoys reveling in solitude for he greatly values both his independence and his freedom, well, that and he becomes easily annoyed with those who talk too much. He's generally quiet, calm, grumpy-like, blunt, and composed. He doesn't like sharing his past or secrets with others since he feels guilty and remorseful of the it. Ronan hasn't lived a very good past life and this has led him to build walls up around him. He guards his emotions well and this makes it difficult to get through to him. He always appears kind of distant. Some have seen him as mysterious and complicated which cause some curiosity and peaked interest. He's reluctant to make friends simply because he doesn't want to have to see someone he cares about suffer once more, however he'd never admit to that. Others would think he's ignoring them when in truth he's listening throughout and after this becomes apparent, he's suddenly endearing. Once another endure his traits, and cling to him even with his disinclination to company, they will find a loyal, kind, compassionate, and sweet friend, as if he changed into a complete different guy, someone who you're able to play and joke around with. He's now this sweetheart who you could tell everything and he'd try his best to give you the most greatest advice. The male secretly harbors quite a low self-esteem and typically reacts rudely to compliments because he always doesn't recognize the reason behind them. However, he still finds a way to enjoy them in the end anyway. He enjoys feeling needed, so he doesn't mind pack life too much. Ronan usually automatically harbors an extreme dislike and disgust for any mutant he see's and meets. He's had a close and personal experience and he knows that they're dangerous and they're better off being put out of their misery. Act 3; YOUR SOUL IS HAUNTING ME AND TELLING ME THAT EVERYTHING IS FINE BUT I WISH I WAS DEAD History: (Writes excessively long past anyways. ) Ronan was born to a litter of five only except two survived, him and his sister; Enya. His sister was bigger of the two and once they were a few months old, their mother; Keelan became too frail and sick and eventually died. After that, his father; Torin raised the siblings. Growing up with an obnoxious sister was no easy task. She often bullied him. When the nuclear plant explosion happened, their father mutated and became aggressive, overly angry at Enya for a little mistake she did, he killed her. While witnessing his sister's death, he fled and hid, fearful. Blaming himself and calling himself a coward, he buried this deep within him and tried to close himself out from feeling. He's determined to find his father and kill him for what he had done. Brother: - Sister: Enya/deceased Father: Torin/alive Mother: Keelan/deceased Mate: None currently Pups: No mates, no pups~ Rank/Position: Hunter Pack: Aserio Act 4 the final act; EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES IT'S LIKE A DARK PARADISE && Ipod;; Ugh. Oh god. Let's see~ Quiet - Non Tiq Run Boy Run - Woodkid All Saints Day - The Silent Comedy Swamp Song - Tool Useful Idiot - Tool Undertow - Tool Broken - Lifehouse Grace - Aeon Spoke Roleplay sample; She talked and talked and talked. "God, please. I'm begging you. Make her stooooop." He thought, holding back a tiresome groan. He laid spread out on one of his sides, staring out of the entrance of the cave. It was a cool evening and the breeze was all there was to comfort him as he laid, bearing his annoying sister's accusations, questions, and random subjects, none of which he bothered to reply to. He swiftly rolled over onto his belly and sat up, rolling his pale blue eyes. "You're ignoring me! Aren't you!?" She shrieked, turning towards him with a offensive frown and a burning anger in her fierce eyes. Ronan simply scoffed. "I wish I could ignore you. Should would make my life a hell of a lot easier!" He spoke on impulse, tired and nearly annoyed out of his mind. That was when she started to prey on him and insult him and she even stooped to name calling. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Why don't you just shut the fu-" He was cut off by his father who shouted his name in a scolding tone. He frowned and gazed at his sister and rolled back over onto his side. Those were the last words he had spoken to his sister... |
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