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Ayako Hisakawa
Ayako Hisakawa Thirty-four Nefarious Yako Crest (mod will fill out) Dracmon - Tsukaimon - Renamon FACE CLAIM: Meiko ANIMANGA: Vocaloid GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 5' 4" WEIGHT: 127 lbs. APPEARANCE Yako is lovely as a woman brimming with attractive youth. Big brown eyes are doe-like even while set into hateful slits. Her hair is likewise brown, perhaps a bit lighter when the sun gets to touch it. Her frame is somewhere in-between being diminutive and average. It arguably leans towards the latter. Said frame is covered in fair flesh ill for want to some for a healthy glow. Her hair tickles the nape of her neck, and is usually allowed to fall where it may. She cycles through dresses and fluffy layers during the appropriate seasons. For the most part she's a fashionable individual but she'll sometimes become more ludicrous than tasteful to see that her goals are met. In this box, you will, in at least 500 words, in any format you wish - diary entries, narrative, blog entries or what have you - do your best to give us a good idea on how your character functions and behaves. There's really no limit on how you can do this, just abide to proboards and our own rules. MEMBER NAME: Nuru AGE: 22 OTHER CHARACTERS: This is the first ROLEPLAY SAMPLE (I'm a typotastic lady but do try to fix mistakes as I spot them. That being said I pasted this example as is so you guys can get a feel for my blunders.) If one closed their eyes it almost only sounded like a heavy rain. There were so many pads moving rhythmically that it sounded like a steady thrum of water hitting the earth. The cackling was akin to water collecting and spilling over. It was a roar, but a vibrating one that promised no threat. The telltale that this was far more than a downpour was the threatening roars the lions produced. They came from deep within their throats, and ensured that much blood will be exchanged for these war cries. The crimson liquid was already sliding down a female close to Isra's hiding spot, it muffling her ability to project sound momentarily. A moment was all it took. She launched out of a tight crevice and snapped greedily at the lioness's ankle. Her jaw was made for the snapping, and crunching of bones. Even so, even as she desired vengeance for the fallen brethren the enemy used as a chew toy, she would remain aware of tonight's goal. She fractured the bones between her teeth with ease. One successfully dilapidated, whoever knows how many more to go. Her victims would be unable to hunt for a bit, a great bit if they struggled like this twit was. As long as the large cat could breed Isra could care less how long it prolonged its suffering. The more agile of her followers began to give chase to the stubborn female, allowing her to just reach the border, but never pass over it. She continued her assault, weaving in and out of the battlefield. She took advantage of every swipe that harbored full intent. Passion was a downfall for the current residents of these lands. For every time they were focused on thrashing her clan, she was there to tear into their limbs. She did her best to aim for the ones with a mouthful, the ones she would aim for even before Sibu and his plot. No one hurt her clan without reprieve. The momentary victors of Ni's pride found themselves more mangled than the losers. The Matriarch took note of the submissive ones and left them be. Her clan's number were dwindling and for certain they deserved a feast after this. A feast Sibu's new lionesses would cater to. One such lioness was sandwiched into a crevice similar to the one Isra sprung from earlier. Smart girl. She wouldn't speak unkindly of her own species, but most were driven by the obvious. They went for the weak, the exposed, they went for what they were designed to. She smiled, green eyes meeting silver-blue ones. This one posed no threat, she knew terror when she saw it, simply because she experienced it herself on a regular bases. She snickered before resuming her attack. She was proud to be aware of her fears. The Hyena would take being cautious over reckless any day. Fear kept her, kept her clan alive this far. She would have a bone to pick, or rather desire to pick a bone from Sibu should the siege fail. Numbers were dwindling and this left the leader displeased. If this was equally to be their home Sibu's lot should suffer as much as her own. She was no fool however, she would not betray such a strong ally, not yet anyway. First rule of sinister sorts like Isra and Sibu was that first to strike takes the prize. She had no intention of this coming to pass, but she would listen to the chatter of Hyena and Lion alike in the future. If he holds true to what he had promised, she may even turn a blind eye or too to rumors of ploys. For now she was loyal, and preyed for conveniences sake that she wouldn't be given a reason to revoke said loyalty. A horde of lions meant protection, and similarly the Hyena meant the same for them. That is if the flashy felines didn't get too heavy pawed with her kin. It be silly for them to guard abusive allies no? Her tongue lolled out as she finally reached the deceased lion at the entrance to the caves. One of his legs was deliciously twisted to expose the bone. Oh ho, she had dibs on it for sure, come later. Laying flat on her stomach she waited for any stragglers tripping out of the den. |
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