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That sounds pretty good too.
I'll start out by saying that I would rather not be GM. But yeah, I finished Allegiant yesterday (my cortisol levels are through the roof), and ever since I've been having a real hankering for a Divergent-themed roleplay. I think the only potential problem would be how to get characters from different factions to interact enough to move the story along and to not leave anyone out, so there'd either need to be a lot of interest or a lot of characters played by a few people.
Thoughts? Ideas? I don't want it to necessarily be the exact same as the books, but it'd have a very similar storyline.
Thoughts? Ideas? I don't want it to necessarily be the exact same as the books, but it'd have a very similar storyline.
Name: Kimberly Peters, goes by Kim
Age: 25
Position: Scout (if not, then member)
Job: Unemployed (but will probably get a job down the road.)
Appearance: Human- Short, slim stature built for moving fast. Shoulder-length, frizzy, wavy black hair and pale yellowish eyes. Wears glasses and a very simple necklace her mother gave her. Dark-skinned, with long, sharp nails, usually painted. Usually wears a serious, thoughtful expression with thick, downturned lips. Wolf- Light brown with darker markings on her face and flanks, with smatterings of black hairs all around. Several nicks in her ears. White belly and tail-tip. Also small and built for speed.
History: Pretty uneventful. She's been interested in drawing and painting since she was small, and her parents, not wanting her to be seen as unimportant, started training her to run for long distances. Although she hated it at first, she quickly learned to enjoy it. Being someone who liked drawing from life, she also had a natural talent for observing, reporting and describing details. Thus it became her ambition to train for and become a scout. Her parents died during the loss of the pack's previous home, so the memory makes her either seethe with anger or tear up.
Personality: If she doesn't have anything important to say, she's more on the quiet side. As stated, her favorite hobby is visual art. She is loyal but prefers to express that by doing her best with her pack tasks rather than with words. Talking doesn't come very easy to her, but eavesdropping sure does. She carries a small sketchpad around with her wherever she goes to cure boredom. She's really enthusiastic about food and comfort, and likes word puzzles. Protective of even her crappy art. Easily-distracted and doesn't make decisions as fast as she probably should.
Goal in Life: Become a respected artist.
Other: It's possible that I'll add more.
Age: 25
Position: Scout (if not, then member)
Job: Unemployed (but will probably get a job down the road.)
Appearance: Human- Short, slim stature built for moving fast. Shoulder-length, frizzy, wavy black hair and pale yellowish eyes. Wears glasses and a very simple necklace her mother gave her. Dark-skinned, with long, sharp nails, usually painted. Usually wears a serious, thoughtful expression with thick, downturned lips. Wolf- Light brown with darker markings on her face and flanks, with smatterings of black hairs all around. Several nicks in her ears. White belly and tail-tip. Also small and built for speed.
History: Pretty uneventful. She's been interested in drawing and painting since she was small, and her parents, not wanting her to be seen as unimportant, started training her to run for long distances. Although she hated it at first, she quickly learned to enjoy it. Being someone who liked drawing from life, she also had a natural talent for observing, reporting and describing details. Thus it became her ambition to train for and become a scout. Her parents died during the loss of the pack's previous home, so the memory makes her either seethe with anger or tear up.
Personality: If she doesn't have anything important to say, she's more on the quiet side. As stated, her favorite hobby is visual art. She is loyal but prefers to express that by doing her best with her pack tasks rather than with words. Talking doesn't come very easy to her, but eavesdropping sure does. She carries a small sketchpad around with her wherever she goes to cure boredom. She's really enthusiastic about food and comfort, and likes word puzzles. Protective of even her crappy art. Easily-distracted and doesn't make decisions as fast as she probably should.
Goal in Life: Become a respected artist.
Other: It's possible that I'll add more.
Still accepting?
Am I too late?
Interested. Maybe scout?
Stardust Vale- Tarkutt
Tarkutt nodded warily at Blynn's response before listening to Shadow, nodding again at the wolf's request. He glanced briefly toward Blynn, and, without making eye contact, said, "I'll rest in a few minutes. Thank you for your offer." Then he carefully picked up the small bundle of herbs in his jaws and headed toward Snow, who he had heard yelp earlier and seen with this stranger from the corner of his eye and assumed that she was the sister he was referring to.
As he walked, he addressed Shadow quietly. "I appreciate your offer to help, although for the moment my only suggestion is that you check on your sister often as she heals, so that her wounds don't get infected, and make sure that she gets a lot of rest and food." A flicker of worry passed through Tarkutt; he knew that recovery would be a food-intensive feat. Hopefully, he thought, this integration wouldn't take up too many resources.
Tarkutt nodded warily at Blynn's response before listening to Shadow, nodding again at the wolf's request. He glanced briefly toward Blynn, and, without making eye contact, said, "I'll rest in a few minutes. Thank you for your offer." Then he carefully picked up the small bundle of herbs in his jaws and headed toward Snow, who he had heard yelp earlier and seen with this stranger from the corner of his eye and assumed that she was the sister he was referring to.
As he walked, he addressed Shadow quietly. "I appreciate your offer to help, although for the moment my only suggestion is that you check on your sister often as she heals, so that her wounds don't get infected, and make sure that she gets a lot of rest and food." A flicker of worry passed through Tarkutt; he knew that recovery would be a food-intensive feat. Hopefully, he thought, this integration wouldn't take up too many resources.
m-mother of god we're being rescued
I'm looking at the site right now. It looks pretty cool so far.
Hellooo.
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