Post by Cricket on Jun 7, 2007 20:17:15 GMT -5
Name: Dereka
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Human
Personality: Viceous, and treats the creatures like slaves. She has a creature she owns named Torn.
History: She had her parents killed by a dragon when she was a young girl. Ever since then she has hated all but the humanoid race.
Roleplay Sample: Dereka eyed the stalls with a bored look on her pale face, as she made her way to her own stall. Her long black hair flowed behind her as she walked towards the place where she would be selling her creatures. The tudding of her long black boots that went up her leg could be heard to those around her, who might pause to watch her with hope in their eyes that maybe she would be interested in their creature. Her eyes passed cage after cage until finally the one she was looking for loomed infront of her. Her eyes settled on her stall with glee as she jogged the rest of the way. The twenty one year old was fit, that much was easy to tell. She also was very pretty, especially in the black and red shirt with the black skirt she wore.. She sat down at the seat near the creature she was selling, and smiled sweetly at the people passing by. Behind her, a large wooden stake was driven into the ground. A large chain was wrapped a few times around it, and it snaked across the ground onto a dark heap. The blackness was moving slightly, up and down, up and down. A snort erupted from the creature, and the dragon turned his large dark head towards Dereka. Large green eyes stared blankly out, void of any feeling or emotion. That's what Dereka could do to something. She could strip anyone of anything in a matter of days if she got her greedy hands on them. She had stripped the will, family, friends, and pride off of the dragon behind her. The best closes his eyes and yawned absently before drifting back off into a deep slumber.
Other: None
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Human
Personality: Viceous, and treats the creatures like slaves. She has a creature she owns named Torn.
History: She had her parents killed by a dragon when she was a young girl. Ever since then she has hated all but the humanoid race.
Roleplay Sample: Dereka eyed the stalls with a bored look on her pale face, as she made her way to her own stall. Her long black hair flowed behind her as she walked towards the place where she would be selling her creatures. The tudding of her long black boots that went up her leg could be heard to those around her, who might pause to watch her with hope in their eyes that maybe she would be interested in their creature. Her eyes passed cage after cage until finally the one she was looking for loomed infront of her. Her eyes settled on her stall with glee as she jogged the rest of the way. The twenty one year old was fit, that much was easy to tell. She also was very pretty, especially in the black and red shirt with the black skirt she wore.. She sat down at the seat near the creature she was selling, and smiled sweetly at the people passing by. Behind her, a large wooden stake was driven into the ground. A large chain was wrapped a few times around it, and it snaked across the ground onto a dark heap. The blackness was moving slightly, up and down, up and down. A snort erupted from the creature, and the dragon turned his large dark head towards Dereka. Large green eyes stared blankly out, void of any feeling or emotion. That's what Dereka could do to something. She could strip anyone of anything in a matter of days if she got her greedy hands on them. She had stripped the will, family, friends, and pride off of the dragon behind her. The best closes his eyes and yawned absently before drifting back off into a deep slumber.
Other: None
