Byakko's Inari Shrine
table testing, image storage, and character ideas
01-22-2022, 12:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-22-2022, 12:39 AM by Byakko. Edited 6 times in total.)
Character Idea
Ugh, my old writing style is nasty.
Name: Sheik Impa
Gender: Female
Appearance: Salt and pepper mix to form a galaxy swirl atop milky white expanse of silky fur. Accenting cinnamon brown highlights encircle silver orbs, and slink their way down long legs. Icey glares are rendered into a more beautiful form with the addition of a dark violet swirl. Creating starry sky in a form very similar, but also very different, from her sibling. Silver chin lies beneath ebony painted lips, charcoal nose followed by small arranged dots. Ears, triangular, rested atop a rounded skull. Flicking and twisting while arched bridge of a muzzle dominates her pointed face. High cheekbones are accompanied by a tuft of fur along their edge that sharpens an almost eel thin figure most commonly found sitting tall with a smirk on her face. At others, it is a grimace, a warm smile, a disagreeing frown. Sheik is very expressive, sometimes almost to a fault at times. But there is one thing she treasures: the collection of secrets and gossip.
Wolf Subspecies: Grey
Adult Height: 35 inches
Adult Weight: 134 pounds
Personality: First and foremost will always come family.. Even if sibling rivalry makes Sheik wish she could rip her fur out. At times she will act like a big bad wolf -when in reality she is the youngest little brat, nosing her way into matters that she has no place in. But ever coy, she will soon learn how to finagle her way out of punishments with loving kisses and sugary words.. Though Fao and Zelda might soon catch on, she will try her hardest to be their ever-loving "little angel" while causing havoc out of sight. Though as she grows older the thirst for chaos will dwindle, a refined edge emerging from the uncut cloth of her mind.. Nurture will reveal how sharp that blade is, who it is aimed at, and how fast it is drawn. Nature only provides the raw iron; materials needed to forge the blade while time is her ever-lasting forge.
Role-Play sample: With a yawn so big it nearly split her face in two, the little pup sprang to her feet with a wagging tail. Galaxy filled orbs looking for something, anything, to do.. Now why wasnt everyone else up at the crack of dawn? Her boundless energies began to build, tail growing still as her ears pivoted in the cold. Moisture filled air stung at her face and toes, pink tongue leaping out to lick her tiny black nose. A question was on her newborn mind, and it was quite simple. "Was everyone else truly still asleep?" So early it was, that the land was still enshrouded in darkness and watched overhead by stars. Her mother and siblings lay inside, warm furry bodies very tempting and very inviting.. But Sheik wanted more; to explore these lands called home and defend them, to romp and play before the sun rose along with her mother, and the urge to create chaos.. Plain and simple mischief soon became her goal, taut legs getting a running start as she slid on the ice for a few seconds, nails clinking and not catching hold. Today, she would leave her den in order to find and wake her family fo-
Rumbling growl tumbled from their den, limbs coming to a halt too soon that sent the babe slipping and sprawling upon the snowscape. She had never gone against her mother's wishes, nor done something without asking her about it first. And now.. It made the child quiver in her fur, confusion filling her eyes. But for a different reason entirely as a fumbling question spilt from her maw. "h.. hy am I outside?" In fact it was so startling that if prodded more for her reasonings, Sheik would have answered with "Hy is the sno white?". Defensive stance and startled mind leading to a random smorgusboard of questions.. But this particular one made it appear that the pup had been sleepwalking, that she was an innocent party. Though she realized just moments later that her left paw hurt when it moved or if she put any weight on it. Struggling to stand but unable to atop the slippery ice.. And as her mother's barking voice reached pointed ears Sheik began to cry, a wailing, grinding noise that any mother would know. "Mommy it hurts, it hurts!" Tears pooling and beginning to freeze against a fast cooling body as she tried scrabbling closer.. More ashamed at her failed escape into the darkness than truly feeling bad for disobeying her mother, it would become a common theme for the child; to cry so she could try to get things, and to divert attention so that she could be sneaky.
Reference:
Name: Theodore (Theo) Griffith O'Daily
Theme: Hawaiian, Beach Boy, Surfer Dude
Activity: I'm a slow poster (as you've seen lol), but will always be sticking around like that annoying barnacle stuck to the side of your boat or ship. (Roughly 2-4+ posts a day)
Personality: Childhood, Youth, Adulthood
Risen in a family circle rife with members of different coloration and outlooks on life, interacting on their terms or with other creatures older than he will lead to charismatic tendencies. In a sense, Theodore would know his way around the room; donning a mask of confidence and studious abilities as any heir, and similar royalty, should. But responsibility at such a young age leads to one of two things, either maturity or rebellious tendencies. Something evident when, in his later seasons, the young stallion will wish to seperate his home life from work and tasks by creating an impersonal moniker: Theo. Though this at first won't even be realized by Theodore himself, having poured dozens of hours into understanding social structures, spending time with relatives, and even maintaining his role in the realm as their firstborn prince. Thus, it's more than likely he'll come to believe these things are enjoyable and worthwhile uses of his time until some life-changing event or otherwise disrupts seamless perceptive. An example being that, should father (his male figurehead) vanish, the sudden increase in responsibility for others lives would force comfortably seated child to flee. Not due to being unable to take a higher position, but because he doesn't want to lose what freedom and pride that he has left.
Yet, caring attitude means young colt offers assistance or advice when not hiding behind an aloof exterior. Beneath which lies inner aches for the sweet sensation of salted waves against bare ankles and several unlikely past times. One being the threading of seashell jewelry (after learning of grass), another presenting woven flowers (after learning of telekinesis) for woman or family members. Those of which he will come to cherish dearly while remaining at arm's length, simultaneously embarrassed and comforted by mother's gentle touch. Brought pride by his father's bearing, while wary of their stressed grandfather that dislikes coupled parents. Providing an outlet for strife whereupon a rift will undoubtably form, albeit small and nearly unnoticeable. But, when stressed by angered voices to the point that fear clutches beating heart, he will flee. Finding sanctuary amidst ocean blues, crashing tones droning out anything and everything of negative influence. Returning when called or otherwise to nestle against chocolate bosom, quietly soothed before moving after dappled gray. Inspired by humble actions, denoting anger be contained within. Thus, Theodore admired dearest pa in favor to ma's overtly expressive and sometimes explosive nature. Although her free-spirited inheritance was what drew tanned child towards wind-tossed shores no matter how much he denied bearing loud vocalizations and eager tones, or when she might grow exasperated by bleached teenager's cantankerous rebellion to previously innocent livelihood. Which would aslo explain why boredome drew chiseled hooves in search of danger and excitement, stubbornly chasing adrenaline highs via risky maneuvers (like surfing) or fights.
Appearance: based on this, this.
---[Height: 43.4 in, Weight: 298 lbs, Build: Average.]
Base coat of dappled pelage is brown, cream hues peaking through from irregurally placed splotches that resemble dropping soap into a dish of colored milk. Fading to an ashen gray-brown near ankles and wrists, before lightening to another shade near tanned skin. Specifically darkening upon rear haunches and thighs, like a surfer's shorts as they ride ocean waves. Chiseled hooves similar to a stone face, large and clunky in youth through adolescence. Though not solid in origin, as if sanded by the very beaches that Theodore adores with every fiber of his being. Slender snout at first thin and feminine, before rounding out in later years due to growing muscle mass. Retaining mother's lashed lids and bleached locks, albeit in thicker quantities that suggest masculinity over femininity. Horizontal irises stained with aqueas blues, central heterochromia painting milk chocolate around depthless pupils in such a fashion that optics appear warm, tropical even.
Speech: Probably picks up on his mother's british accent after some time, though would find each unique quirk in speech vastly intriguing and result in a more intense speech pattern.
Character Idea :Tiger -> convert to tiger-y wolf
Appearance : [name’s] on the dark end of medium gray with a deep brown mask that extends from the tip of his/her ebony nose to just above the temples and down the back of his/her neck in a gradual fade that travels about halfway along either side of [name]’s neck/body and tapers off around mid-upper arm, upper rib, and mid-thigh (holy f-ck that’s a long sentence). Black stripes. Black pawpads. Dark magenta eyes with a bright red ring encircling either pupil. Rounded ears. Cord-like tail. White, semi-transparent and hooked, retractable claws. Medium-length whiskers/fur (average). White underbelly, neck, chin, leg, and bottom of paw. Dark brown tapers to gray on the top of the paw. Said color wraps around to the back of the hock/wrist. Brown tail fades to gray, then white tip/underside. Partial melanism.
Personality : Feral, but refined in a way. Controlled. Tendancy to boast; competitive. Highly values “image”. Confident. Religious; preferably along the lines of a secretive sacrifices to try and make up for feeling “detached” from Defros’ calling via lack of any inborn necromancy/divination once older. Rebellious. Doesn’t do well under pressure; mildly short-tempered.
Quirks : Soothed by water-based sounds/sights. Likes to collect bugs. Headstrong.
DISCLAIMER - I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS BROKEN AND WILL FIX THIS LATER
Ugh, my old writing style is nasty.
Name: Sheik Impa
Gender: Female
Appearance: Salt and pepper mix to form a galaxy swirl atop milky white expanse of silky fur. Accenting cinnamon brown highlights encircle silver orbs, and slink their way down long legs. Icey glares are rendered into a more beautiful form with the addition of a dark violet swirl. Creating starry sky in a form very similar, but also very different, from her sibling. Silver chin lies beneath ebony painted lips, charcoal nose followed by small arranged dots. Ears, triangular, rested atop a rounded skull. Flicking and twisting while arched bridge of a muzzle dominates her pointed face. High cheekbones are accompanied by a tuft of fur along their edge that sharpens an almost eel thin figure most commonly found sitting tall with a smirk on her face. At others, it is a grimace, a warm smile, a disagreeing frown. Sheik is very expressive, sometimes almost to a fault at times. But there is one thing she treasures: the collection of secrets and gossip.
Wolf Subspecies: Grey
Adult Height: 35 inches
Adult Weight: 134 pounds
Personality: First and foremost will always come family.. Even if sibling rivalry makes Sheik wish she could rip her fur out. At times she will act like a big bad wolf -when in reality she is the youngest little brat, nosing her way into matters that she has no place in. But ever coy, she will soon learn how to finagle her way out of punishments with loving kisses and sugary words.. Though Fao and Zelda might soon catch on, she will try her hardest to be their ever-loving "little angel" while causing havoc out of sight. Though as she grows older the thirst for chaos will dwindle, a refined edge emerging from the uncut cloth of her mind.. Nurture will reveal how sharp that blade is, who it is aimed at, and how fast it is drawn. Nature only provides the raw iron; materials needed to forge the blade while time is her ever-lasting forge.
Role-Play sample: With a yawn so big it nearly split her face in two, the little pup sprang to her feet with a wagging tail. Galaxy filled orbs looking for something, anything, to do.. Now why wasnt everyone else up at the crack of dawn? Her boundless energies began to build, tail growing still as her ears pivoted in the cold. Moisture filled air stung at her face and toes, pink tongue leaping out to lick her tiny black nose. A question was on her newborn mind, and it was quite simple. "Was everyone else truly still asleep?" So early it was, that the land was still enshrouded in darkness and watched overhead by stars. Her mother and siblings lay inside, warm furry bodies very tempting and very inviting.. But Sheik wanted more; to explore these lands called home and defend them, to romp and play before the sun rose along with her mother, and the urge to create chaos.. Plain and simple mischief soon became her goal, taut legs getting a running start as she slid on the ice for a few seconds, nails clinking and not catching hold. Today, she would leave her den in order to find and wake her family fo-
Rumbling growl tumbled from their den, limbs coming to a halt too soon that sent the babe slipping and sprawling upon the snowscape. She had never gone against her mother's wishes, nor done something without asking her about it first. And now.. It made the child quiver in her fur, confusion filling her eyes. But for a different reason entirely as a fumbling question spilt from her maw. "h.. hy am I outside?" In fact it was so startling that if prodded more for her reasonings, Sheik would have answered with "Hy is the sno white?". Defensive stance and startled mind leading to a random smorgusboard of questions.. But this particular one made it appear that the pup had been sleepwalking, that she was an innocent party. Though she realized just moments later that her left paw hurt when it moved or if she put any weight on it. Struggling to stand but unable to atop the slippery ice.. And as her mother's barking voice reached pointed ears Sheik began to cry, a wailing, grinding noise that any mother would know. "Mommy it hurts, it hurts!" Tears pooling and beginning to freeze against a fast cooling body as she tried scrabbling closer.. More ashamed at her failed escape into the darkness than truly feeling bad for disobeying her mother, it would become a common theme for the child; to cry so she could try to get things, and to divert attention so that she could be sneaky.
Reference:
Name: Theodore (Theo) Griffith O'Daily
Theme: Hawaiian, Beach Boy, Surfer Dude
Activity: I'm a slow poster (as you've seen lol), but will always be sticking around like that annoying barnacle stuck to the side of your boat or ship. (Roughly 2-4+ posts a day)
Personality: Childhood, Youth, Adulthood
Risen in a family circle rife with members of different coloration and outlooks on life, interacting on their terms or with other creatures older than he will lead to charismatic tendencies. In a sense, Theodore would know his way around the room; donning a mask of confidence and studious abilities as any heir, and similar royalty, should. But responsibility at such a young age leads to one of two things, either maturity or rebellious tendencies. Something evident when, in his later seasons, the young stallion will wish to seperate his home life from work and tasks by creating an impersonal moniker: Theo. Though this at first won't even be realized by Theodore himself, having poured dozens of hours into understanding social structures, spending time with relatives, and even maintaining his role in the realm as their firstborn prince. Thus, it's more than likely he'll come to believe these things are enjoyable and worthwhile uses of his time until some life-changing event or otherwise disrupts seamless perceptive. An example being that, should father (his male figurehead) vanish, the sudden increase in responsibility for others lives would force comfortably seated child to flee. Not due to being unable to take a higher position, but because he doesn't want to lose what freedom and pride that he has left.
Yet, caring attitude means young colt offers assistance or advice when not hiding behind an aloof exterior. Beneath which lies inner aches for the sweet sensation of salted waves against bare ankles and several unlikely past times. One being the threading of seashell jewelry (after learning of grass), another presenting woven flowers (after learning of telekinesis) for woman or family members. Those of which he will come to cherish dearly while remaining at arm's length, simultaneously embarrassed and comforted by mother's gentle touch. Brought pride by his father's bearing, while wary of their stressed grandfather that dislikes coupled parents. Providing an outlet for strife whereupon a rift will undoubtably form, albeit small and nearly unnoticeable. But, when stressed by angered voices to the point that fear clutches beating heart, he will flee. Finding sanctuary amidst ocean blues, crashing tones droning out anything and everything of negative influence. Returning when called or otherwise to nestle against chocolate bosom, quietly soothed before moving after dappled gray. Inspired by humble actions, denoting anger be contained within. Thus, Theodore admired dearest pa in favor to ma's overtly expressive and sometimes explosive nature. Although her free-spirited inheritance was what drew tanned child towards wind-tossed shores no matter how much he denied bearing loud vocalizations and eager tones, or when she might grow exasperated by bleached teenager's cantankerous rebellion to previously innocent livelihood. Which would aslo explain why boredome drew chiseled hooves in search of danger and excitement, stubbornly chasing adrenaline highs via risky maneuvers (like surfing) or fights.
Appearance: based on this, this.
---[Height: 43.4 in, Weight: 298 lbs, Build: Average.]
Base coat of dappled pelage is brown, cream hues peaking through from irregurally placed splotches that resemble dropping soap into a dish of colored milk. Fading to an ashen gray-brown near ankles and wrists, before lightening to another shade near tanned skin. Specifically darkening upon rear haunches and thighs, like a surfer's shorts as they ride ocean waves. Chiseled hooves similar to a stone face, large and clunky in youth through adolescence. Though not solid in origin, as if sanded by the very beaches that Theodore adores with every fiber of his being. Slender snout at first thin and feminine, before rounding out in later years due to growing muscle mass. Retaining mother's lashed lids and bleached locks, albeit in thicker quantities that suggest masculinity over femininity. Horizontal irises stained with aqueas blues, central heterochromia painting milk chocolate around depthless pupils in such a fashion that optics appear warm, tropical even.
Speech: Probably picks up on his mother's british accent after some time, though would find each unique quirk in speech vastly intriguing and result in a more intense speech pattern.
Character Idea :
Appearance : [name’s] on the dark end of medium gray with a deep brown mask that extends from the tip of his/her ebony nose to just above the temples and down the back of his/her neck in a gradual fade that travels about halfway along either side of [name]’s neck/body and tapers off around mid-upper arm, upper rib, and mid-thigh (holy f-ck that’s a long sentence). Black stripes. Black pawpads. Dark magenta eyes with a bright red ring encircling either pupil. Rounded ears. Cord-like tail. White, semi-transparent and hooked, retractable claws. Medium-length whiskers/fur (average). White underbelly, neck, chin, leg, and bottom of paw. Dark brown tapers to gray on the top of the paw. Said color wraps around to the back of the hock/wrist. Brown tail fades to gray, then white tip/underside. Partial melanism.
Personality : Feral, but refined in a way. Controlled. Tendancy to boast; competitive. Highly values “image”. Confident. Religious; preferably along the lines of a secretive sacrifices to try and make up for feeling “detached” from Defros’ calling via lack of any inborn necromancy/divination once older. Rebellious. Doesn’t do well under pressure; mildly short-tempered.
Quirks : Soothed by water-based sounds/sights. Likes to collect bugs. Headstrong.
DISCLAIMER - I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS BROKEN AND WILL FIX THIS LATER
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