Post by Buffalo on Jan 10, 2015 6:46:34 GMT
Name: James Wingate
Alias: Buffalo
Gender: Male
Spawn point: The Nothing
dB: 0
Physical appearance: A crow with a small and scrawny build. Dark blue feathers with nearly black beak and talons. Beady black eyes common of crows. On the inside of his left wing is a slivery outline of a seven-pointed star.
Voice: Soft-spoken and somewhat scraggly.
Height 4’11”
Weight 89 lbs
Talents:
Finding things
Could play a cello… if he wasn’t a crow
Fast
Hobbies:
Reading, Mystery and (secretly) romance
Music, Most genres
Flying
Examination and study
Personality:
Curious
Absent-minded
Friendly
Timid
Buffalo is easily distracted regularly shifting focus, occasionally zoning out on nothing in particular while deep in thought. He enjoys conversation, but often chickens out of initiating with people he doesn’t know well.
Likes:
The color purple
Honesty
Night
Super sweet hot tea
Spicy food
Dislikes:
Sudden loud noises
Unexpected touching
Sea food
Conflict
Items: None
Skill sets
Attack: 2/5
Defence: 2/5
Speed: 5/5
Agility: 3/5
Endurance: 4/5
Sanity: 4/5
Confidence: 1/5
Bravery: 2/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Charisma: 3/5
Weapon: An armored and sharpened beak covering that ‘magically’ appears and disappears at will.
Relationships: None
RP Example:
…“You boys can just call me Granny.” The old woman piped into the introductions. Brena Lorn was indeed old enough to earn the title of Granny, and she wore her age clearly. Her long gray hair was tied up in a bun, revealing her large green eyes. The Half-Orc, Dwarf, and Flame-born turned their attention to the small woman hunched over her cane. Granny joins the gentlemen at their table in the tavern. “And what makes you think we care?” the Dwarven leader slurs out, breath reeking of ale. “Well you may not now, but here down the line when you young’ns are fighting some horrible ogre and get yourselves hurt you’ll care when I’m putting humpty dumpty back together again, now won’t you?” The three others exchange a few glances between themselves before the Half-Orc asks “What’s in it for you then?” “Well it would just be awful if you kids got hurt when I know I could help… I also want 1/4th of the treasure found.” Another set of glances around the table before the Dwarf calls for another round, plus one for Granny.
Achievements: None
Alias: Buffalo
Gender: Male
Spawn point: The Nothing
dB: 0
Physical appearance: A crow with a small and scrawny build. Dark blue feathers with nearly black beak and talons. Beady black eyes common of crows. On the inside of his left wing is a slivery outline of a seven-pointed star.
Voice: Soft-spoken and somewhat scraggly.
Height 4’11”
Weight 89 lbs
Talents:
Finding things
Could play a cello… if he wasn’t a crow
Fast
Hobbies:
Reading, Mystery and (secretly) romance
Music, Most genres
Flying
Examination and study
Personality:
Curious
Absent-minded
Friendly
Timid
Buffalo is easily distracted regularly shifting focus, occasionally zoning out on nothing in particular while deep in thought. He enjoys conversation, but often chickens out of initiating with people he doesn’t know well.
Likes:
The color purple
Honesty
Night
Super sweet hot tea
Spicy food
Dislikes:
Sudden loud noises
Unexpected touching
Sea food
Conflict
Items: None
Skill sets
Attack: 2/5
Defence: 2/5
Speed: 5/5
Agility: 3/5
Endurance: 4/5
Sanity: 4/5
Confidence: 1/5
Bravery: 2/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Charisma: 3/5
Weapon: An armored and sharpened beak covering that ‘magically’ appears and disappears at will.
Relationships: None
RP Example:
…“You boys can just call me Granny.” The old woman piped into the introductions. Brena Lorn was indeed old enough to earn the title of Granny, and she wore her age clearly. Her long gray hair was tied up in a bun, revealing her large green eyes. The Half-Orc, Dwarf, and Flame-born turned their attention to the small woman hunched over her cane. Granny joins the gentlemen at their table in the tavern. “And what makes you think we care?” the Dwarven leader slurs out, breath reeking of ale. “Well you may not now, but here down the line when you young’ns are fighting some horrible ogre and get yourselves hurt you’ll care when I’m putting humpty dumpty back together again, now won’t you?” The three others exchange a few glances between themselves before the Half-Orc asks “What’s in it for you then?” “Well it would just be awful if you kids got hurt when I know I could help… I also want 1/4th of the treasure found.” Another set of glances around the table before the Dwarf calls for another round, plus one for Granny.
Achievements: None
Sorry for being dead for a long time, I had exams and I also experienced earthquake and I also had no internet for an entire month.
