Post by EmpireOfCandy on Nov 20, 2011 18:39:16 GMT -5
Gabriella VanHorne || is played by
EmpireOfCandy, who's been roleplaying for 3 years who is 14 years old.
(I wrote 21 by accident on my profile.. not sure how to change it.)EmpireOfCandy, who's been roleplaying for 3 years who is 14 years old.
other charrehs ||
Have none. ^^
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When no one's wearing their real face, it's a white-out of emotion,
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall.
What they call me is Gabriella VanHorne
However I prefer Gab, Or Gabby.
I've lived this hell for 2 years.
I was born April 2nd.
I still have soul even though I'm alive.
I'm a Wolf
More specifically a Grey Wolf
But I stand out from the rest because I'm a/an N/A
My alliances lie with No one. Loner.
And my rank among them is N/A
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When the loving letters fade, it's like moving in slow-motion,
And we're already too late if we arrive at all
write 100 words worth of appearance
Gab is a regular wolf in many senses. Her trademark yellow eyes burn like a high fever, observant and sharp among the blur of colours around her. That said, she is in the darker colour palate. Her cheeks are stained beige instead of white, and black is combed through her dark brown fur.
Though she is more in the burly side of things, it's mostly due to her fur, for her body itself is sleek and cunning. This is easily determined by the dramatic thinning when looking to her shoulders, down to her feet. They're quick despite her large size. It is made obvious she is pure bred, standing tall with ears perked, lined with black. She's much larger in width and height compared to most dogs. Different shades of brown dance along her fur, changing from root to tip. Her thick underfur was never the same colour as what lie on top.
To this date, she holds no specific markings or scars. Though she is easily recognizable.
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And then we're caught up in the arms race on involuntary addiction,
And we're shedding every value our mothers taught.
And while she is, at first glance, someone unaproachable, one conversation would prove otherwise. Gab remains quiet unless spoken to, and demands respect with her strict choice of words and gestures. She observes, lurks, and is quite restricted. However when she becomes close with someone, it is indeed something peculiar. Gab is loyal, friendly, and playful with friends and family. Her personality can be quite hard to understand sometimes, though it's easier to interact with her if you think simple. There's no trick to please her, or offend her. Just be who you are, and all should go well.
Ah. And it's worth mentioning that she can handle herself well in battle. Though she tries to keep it peaceful.
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So will you please show me your real face, Draw the line in the horizon,
'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought.
Sometime after the outbreak, there was without a doubt, widespread panic. Buildings were abandoned and animals feral or previously domesticated, saw this as their chance to make themselves a new name. A new life. Two wolves, Cheryl and Faron, did exactly this.
Some ways out of Pittsburgh, a golf course and inn had taken in refugees. Considering it was a big place, they had within weeks, at least a hundred different healthy beings living in there. It's unknown how, by either humans sympathy, or stupidity, the fluke had invaded their quarters. They were wiped out from the inside, and in only 24 hours, the building was abandoned with the exception of a dozen infected. Even their numbers thinned with each passing day. People, dead and alive, seemed much more interested in the nearby city.
Cheryl and Faron were two love birds, who saw this empty haven as an opertunity to raise their coming children. The building was filled with food and trash, secret passageways, and hope.
Only days after settling, Cheryl gave birth to four pups. Three boys, and one girl. The girls name was Dixie. And in only a month, there were six of them inhabiting the building. It had aquired a name for itself. Humans and animals alike stayed away, not risking death or injury for their food in abundance.
Years passed and Dixie was impregnated by a wanderer. Dixie gave birth to three puppies. Two were still-born. The only pup who had luckily survived was Gabriella. And being an only child, she had the luck to be raised with the utmost care in a seemingly stable envirionment. They ignored how food was seeming to dissapear. They ignored that all neighboring livestock had been cleaned out. They paid no attention to how the herds migrated and left the VanHorne pack without any food to thrive on.
In fact, young Gabby was the only one who had seemed to be the least bit worried. Though as her second year alive quickly approached, the mature respectful girl was expected to leave for greener pastures and carry the pack further with a new mate of different origins. And so she ventured into the city, expecting to find another loner to mate with her there, if anywhere. For being alone, it was much easier to scavenge than hunt. The city smelled of death, fear, and waste. But it could not drive off her increasing curiosity. Her own personal adventure awaited, her daily battle for survival, beggined the moment she left the property. To this day, she has no idea what's going on with any of her family.
(I'm so sorry if any of this is hard to follow. I'm actually kind of sick today.. and I really wanted to do this, even though I'm having trouble concentrating.
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When I thought that I fought this war alone, you were there by my side, on the front line.
And we thought to believe the impossible.
I'm the strongest at keeping calm, scavenging, sneaking, acrobatics.
Though you may win at swimming, hunting, charisma related stuff.
Some of my personal fancies are twinkies, abandoned buildings, taking down infected, the adrenaline of hiding and exploring.
Though I hate cats, humans, the heat, overly aggressive animals (And people!), guns, the sounds guns make.
Keep that shit away from me! Guns, undead animals, dark forests.
Password read the rules c:
(All sections will probably be added to at some point.)
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When I thought that I fought this war alone, we were one with our destinies entwined.
When I thought that I fought without a cause, you gave me a reason why.
Each step was entertained by the instinct of survival. And every third step was interrupted by a sharp pull on the end of the slick animals tail. It was a beautiful scene to look at, a blur of orange racing through the winter wonderland with a pack of slim dogs following closely behind. Only a little further was the sound of trotting, snow being thrown into the air by men riding hard upon large dark horses. Their guns, seemingly primitive to what we're used to, drawn at their hips. But as beautiful a scene it was, we seem to overlook the dark terror seeping through this poor animals veins.
It narrowly escaped barking jaws a dozen time before it's den came into view. A safe haven, dark burrow deep in the ground where it could rest its head. Where it could put the troubles, he insanity, to rest. For the time being. All this thinking. This hope. It gets in the way of reality. Enough to make you trip. Enough for you to lose sight. The fox hesitated and tripped in the entrance of her future. There was pain on her lower abdomen, searing and terrible as the jaws of the demon latched onto her bones. She was ripped from her future and dropped onto the hard ground. The adrenaline and fear caused to freeze up. She didn't even feel the bullet which ended her. She only heard the soft cooing of kittens only feet from where she lay, moments before death.
It narrowly escaped barking jaws a dozen time before it's den came into view. A safe haven, dark burrow deep in the ground where it could rest its head. Where it could put the troubles, he insanity, to rest. For the time being. All this thinking. This hope. It gets in the way of reality. Enough to make you trip. Enough for you to lose sight. The fox hesitated and tripped in the entrance of her future. There was pain on her lower abdomen, searing and terrible as the jaws of the demon latched onto her bones. She was ripped from her future and dropped onto the hard ground. The adrenaline and fear caused to freeze up. She didn't even feel the bullet which ended her. She only heard the soft cooing of kittens only feet from where she lay, moments before death.
(Harsh rping, lmfao.. and I'm kinda rusty. But ah well.)