Post by Puma on May 9, 2007 18:07:05 GMT -5
Name: Kan (pronounced Kahn)
Alias: Kanda River Spirit
Age: Possibly about 16
Gender: Female
Race: Spirit
Personality: Kan likes to do things her way or the highway. She's quite bossy and is very witty. She always thinks logical and loves to see how far she can push people.
Appearance:Human Form: above.
Spirit Form: Below.
RP Sample: -Taken from The Island. Here I play a dog by the name of Misery-
The dense grey fur of his founding fathers whistled through the wind as he ran between the dark pillars of night. He soft but heavy footsteps making only the quietest thud as he pounded the dark ground in search of the creatures he called family. Together they were often called the Troubled Siblings. Alone he was called Misery and he liked it just fine. It was the only word to bring happiness to his forceful lobes and the only word to bring a smile to his stubborn jaw.
His hardy frame held well under the constant movement and the spaced rushing of wind that often took other dogs breath away. He was beautiful, as all his family was, but while his sisters were sleek and sly and his brother hot and cold he was angled and rough, only a hint to his claim. The grey dog's pounding feet slowly turned into an even beat as he settled down into a comfortable gait through the rest of his journey. These meetings with his kin were often few but he had a hunch that with this talk of war, the Troubled Siblings were going to be a part of it.
His nose twitched as the wind played with the scents he had locked onto a while back. It was stronger now and he set his muzzle into a rough smirk. He looked ahead and his hard silver eyes drank in the site of his sisters. He easily spotted Mayhem, his earth colored kin and he secondly caught sight of his night colored one. In his mind they were all children of the elements. Chaos of the night. Mayhem of the earth. Calamity of the snow. Misery considered himself to be a child of the stone. He connected easily with the element's rough edges and remarkable ability to remain solid in its decisions. You can only move a stone if it wants to be moved.
"Chaos. Mayhem. I assume more trouble is afoot these days?" He asked, his voice gruff, matching his soul.
