Post by BoxingHare on Sept 2, 2012 17:18:26 GMT -5
Name: Hermine Rein
Picture/Physical appearance: Quite pretty, other than that, average stoat.
Age: Adult
Species: Stoat
Personality: She's been called heartless, which she relishes. She prefers to assassinate her enemies rather then fight them openly. She'll kill you if you call her a coward for that.
Likes: (At least three.) Torturing, strawberry cream tarts, poisoning her enemies
Dislikes: (At least three.) Males, uncleanliness, open fighting
Plans: (Any special plans for them?) Nein
History: (At least two paragraphs.) No one knows, not even her, due to amnesia. Though she is currently sailing as a captain
Sample Post: (Again, at least two paragraphs,)
A slight stoat lay near a fire, picking her teeth with a bone. Though she was half as tall as other stoats, one could tell that she was a born leader. She had dark grey eyes, sleek, shiny fur that was dark brown. Perhaps it was the quiet, evil confidence she radiated, or the simple clothes of a warrior she was wearing, one could tell that she would show absolutely no mercy to anybeast. A blowgun and satchel of poison darts lay at her side and a scimitar was belted around her waist. She had a rope tied around a rock. Tied to the rope was a raven, completely cowed. When she spoke, her voice was a whisper, the sort of whisper you will hear even if you are more than ten feet away. "If what you tell me is true.." She paused to chuckle quietly, "and you are telling the truth, you loves life too much. You know of a sandstone fort not far from here, full of peaceful creatures."
The raven cut in, babbling, "Yes, yes, I speak the truth, majesty!"
She turned around staring evenly at him, "I do not like interruptions. Any more and your life will end, and not quickly either. You have outlived your usefulness." The raven screamed as he was dragged toward the fire. She chuckled dryly, watching the black feathers curl and the flesh blacken, "None reckon with me, the great Hermine Reine!"
Picture/Physical appearance: Quite pretty, other than that, average stoat.
Age: Adult
Species: Stoat
Personality: She's been called heartless, which she relishes. She prefers to assassinate her enemies rather then fight them openly. She'll kill you if you call her a coward for that.
Likes: (At least three.) Torturing, strawberry cream tarts, poisoning her enemies
Dislikes: (At least three.) Males, uncleanliness, open fighting
Plans: (Any special plans for them?) Nein
History: (At least two paragraphs.) No one knows, not even her, due to amnesia. Though she is currently sailing as a captain
Sample Post: (Again, at least two paragraphs,)
A slight stoat lay near a fire, picking her teeth with a bone. Though she was half as tall as other stoats, one could tell that she was a born leader. She had dark grey eyes, sleek, shiny fur that was dark brown. Perhaps it was the quiet, evil confidence she radiated, or the simple clothes of a warrior she was wearing, one could tell that she would show absolutely no mercy to anybeast. A blowgun and satchel of poison darts lay at her side and a scimitar was belted around her waist. She had a rope tied around a rock. Tied to the rope was a raven, completely cowed. When she spoke, her voice was a whisper, the sort of whisper you will hear even if you are more than ten feet away. "If what you tell me is true.." She paused to chuckle quietly, "and you are telling the truth, you loves life too much. You know of a sandstone fort not far from here, full of peaceful creatures."
The raven cut in, babbling, "Yes, yes, I speak the truth, majesty!"
She turned around staring evenly at him, "I do not like interruptions. Any more and your life will end, and not quickly either. You have outlived your usefulness." The raven screamed as he was dragged toward the fire. She chuckled dryly, watching the black feathers curl and the flesh blacken, "None reckon with me, the great Hermine Reine!"
