Post by rezgurnk on Aug 12, 2012 21:13:34 GMT -5
Name: Tulia Claw
Gender: Female
Species: Peacock hybrid
Occupation or class group:[/u] Sophomore
Physical Appearance: Beautiful and extravagant yet terrifying and grotesque. Tulia’s hair/ feathers are brilliantly colored a mix of blues, greens, and browns. Her talons and beak are gleaming black and dangerously sharp. Her voluptuous figure and piercing blue eyes captivate and awe. Rare and gorgeous, Tulia is a sight compared to none.
Some choose to look more into Tulia, though, noticing where the feathers stop and the soft tufts of fur begin. Peacocks normally are frail and small, but Tulia towers over most with bulging muscles throughout her slender body. Not only can she walk upright but on all fours like a wolf or cougar. Tulia’s beauty can be overlooked, and people see a hybrid freak.
History: Tulia has lived from place to place due to her mother never being satisfied with the scenery orr perhaps she was always running from something. Exposed to the world, Tulia never grew up with something constant like culture, language, or friends. Her accent, though thick of something, can not be pin pointed to one area. Her clothing comes from all over. Her ideas and beliefs contradict like Christianity and Atheism. Tulia is a walking melting pot.
Tulia doesn’t know much of her background for her mother tells her very little even refusing to speak about Tulia’s father. With no family or somewhere to call home, Tulia believes she lives the life of a gypsy. She waits for the day when she’ll get answers.
Personality: Moving around the world and dealing with all sorts of people, there isn’t much that can intimidate Tulia. Being so desensitized to the world and all its species and cultures Tulia can talk to anyone openly and happily. She’s always ready for conversation or to have fun due to her lack of friends.
Tulia’s mother is more on the sketchy side only taking night jobs meaning sleeping and staying indoors all day. This leaves usually an unkempt house, no home cooked meals, or supervision. Tulia always leaves their temporary home to explore. Sometimes this could end badly, but her mother would never know as long as she came around sometimes to ensure she was alive.
Open and not ashamed, Tulia will do anything she pleases. If it means a belching competition with the boys or clothes shopping with a group of snooty girls, she’d feel happy to do it. Nothing can stop Tulia in her tracks except for the blatant comments about her odd appearance. So many countless nights of staring at her own reflection trying to unravel the mystery of her origin that it began to haunt her, and people with their curiosity or harsh comments would only frustrate and hurt her.
One thing Tulia learned to love in her travels is music, and what a lovely song she can sing.
Pic browse.deviantart.com/?order=9&q=anthro&offset=48#/d50uuqx
RP Example:
Classes Wanted? Biology, French, algebra, and Literature.
Disclaimer:[/i] The picture was NOT done by me, but I do commend the artist. The RP sample was from a site my friends and I made and this is my character from that, and it was an actual post used.
Gender: Female
Species: Peacock hybrid
Occupation or class group:[/u] Sophomore
Physical Appearance: Beautiful and extravagant yet terrifying and grotesque. Tulia’s hair/ feathers are brilliantly colored a mix of blues, greens, and browns. Her talons and beak are gleaming black and dangerously sharp. Her voluptuous figure and piercing blue eyes captivate and awe. Rare and gorgeous, Tulia is a sight compared to none.
Some choose to look more into Tulia, though, noticing where the feathers stop and the soft tufts of fur begin. Peacocks normally are frail and small, but Tulia towers over most with bulging muscles throughout her slender body. Not only can she walk upright but on all fours like a wolf or cougar. Tulia’s beauty can be overlooked, and people see a hybrid freak.
History: Tulia has lived from place to place due to her mother never being satisfied with the scenery orr perhaps she was always running from something. Exposed to the world, Tulia never grew up with something constant like culture, language, or friends. Her accent, though thick of something, can not be pin pointed to one area. Her clothing comes from all over. Her ideas and beliefs contradict like Christianity and Atheism. Tulia is a walking melting pot.
Tulia doesn’t know much of her background for her mother tells her very little even refusing to speak about Tulia’s father. With no family or somewhere to call home, Tulia believes she lives the life of a gypsy. She waits for the day when she’ll get answers.
Personality: Moving around the world and dealing with all sorts of people, there isn’t much that can intimidate Tulia. Being so desensitized to the world and all its species and cultures Tulia can talk to anyone openly and happily. She’s always ready for conversation or to have fun due to her lack of friends.
Tulia’s mother is more on the sketchy side only taking night jobs meaning sleeping and staying indoors all day. This leaves usually an unkempt house, no home cooked meals, or supervision. Tulia always leaves their temporary home to explore. Sometimes this could end badly, but her mother would never know as long as she came around sometimes to ensure she was alive.
Open and not ashamed, Tulia will do anything she pleases. If it means a belching competition with the boys or clothes shopping with a group of snooty girls, she’d feel happy to do it. Nothing can stop Tulia in her tracks except for the blatant comments about her odd appearance. So many countless nights of staring at her own reflection trying to unravel the mystery of her origin that it began to haunt her, and people with their curiosity or harsh comments would only frustrate and hurt her.
One thing Tulia learned to love in her travels is music, and what a lovely song she can sing.
Pic browse.deviantart.com/?order=9&q=anthro&offset=48#/d50uuqx
RP Example:
[red]"Ladies, ladies, I have to get going," Nate said in his most charming voice. A series of "aws" came from the posse that had been following him around begging for his attention. Nate shot them a sympathetic look which turned into an arrogant smirk when he turned the other way.
Today had been a good day. Hell, the year was going great. All the attention and fame he could ever ask for (even though he never had to), his little Pecan's company when he wanted it, and Miss Coraline really knew how to cause a bit of drama every now and then. Oh, yes, this year was the year for Nate Blackburn.
Splash! And suddenly it was like it was raining from the right side. Laughing at the random droplet Nate noticed the cutie playing in the fountain. He didn't say anything to her only to continue to admire the view he got from behind. Ah, this school was good to him.
[/red]Today had been a good day. Hell, the year was going great. All the attention and fame he could ever ask for (even though he never had to), his little Pecan's company when he wanted it, and Miss Coraline really knew how to cause a bit of drama every now and then. Oh, yes, this year was the year for Nate Blackburn.
Splash! And suddenly it was like it was raining from the right side. Laughing at the random droplet Nate noticed the cutie playing in the fountain. He didn't say anything to her only to continue to admire the view he got from behind. Ah, this school was good to him.
Classes Wanted? Biology, French, algebra, and Literature.
Disclaimer:[/i] The picture was NOT done by me, but I do commend the artist. The RP sample was from a site my friends and I made and this is my character from that, and it was an actual post used.
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