Name: [what theyre called]
Gender: [male/female]
Race: [Vampire/wolf/elf/human]
Age: [how old they are in human years]
Appearance: [either a description or a picture will do, but wolves need one for their human appearance AND their wolf appearance]
Personality: [how they act and whatnot]
Other: [history/quirks, but you can just put "none" if you want]
Gender: [male/female]
Race: [Vampire/wolf/elf/human]
Age: [how old they are in human years]
Appearance: [either a description or a picture will do, but wolves need one for their human appearance AND their wolf appearance]
Personality: [how they act and whatnot]
Other: [history/quirks, but you can just put "none" if you want]
Plot: In the town of Mikal there are four races of people, three fighting for dominance and one simply fighting to stay alive. Originally, wolf inhabited the area, but a mix of traveling and exploring humans have lead to a steady human population to grow. Due to a sudden food shortage throughout the country, nearby vampires were drawn to the now human-filled town. The wolves quickly reacted and have fought to rid the town of the vampires, a long standing war then ensued. Hearing of the war, high elves who peacefully reigned the nearby towns took actions to quite the war. They quickly ended the war under threats to destroy the town. Peace-keeping elves were sent to the town to prevent further damage, but the tension remains, not only between the wolves and the vampires, but now between the latter two and the elves.
My character =D
Name: Daciana
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Very blunt. Highly hostile of anyone who isn't a vampire, but highly friendly to those who are. Has a very quirky and often dark sense of humor. Tends to get lost in thought and become oblivious of her surroundings.
Daciana walked silently through the now dark streets of Mikal, her eyes focused on the ground beneath her. The moonlight illuminated the dank earth and gave it a sort of shimmering quality. Hushed whispers came from doorways of houses kept shut by people who, no doubt, were oblivious to the stranger passing by. Her shoes made a faint clicking sound whenever a rock or piece of metal was stepped on, which was quite frequent in the badly kept roadways, and the sound calmed her and gave her a chance to think. Her thoughts wondered aimlessly, never focusing on one thing for more than a few seconds at a time. She then turned a corner onto a street leading to the wolf side of the town. She stopped and shuttered, the strong smell of dog wafting through the air. She turned around, not wanting to ask for trouble from those God forsaken beings, especially during a full moon. Letting out a sigh, she headed back towards her home. Seeing as she lived alone, there wasn't much hurry or enthusiasm in her steps.
