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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 7:26 am
Post 1: Intro: You are here! Post 2: Form: Physical appearance & finer details Post 3: Bio Post 4: Links to rpness Post 5: Status of quest Post 6+ Solo Hi! This is my first ever Rp quest thingy! Wooo! I'm doing this because I made an entry for a rp contest, and appearently didn't win because of spellings. Whoops. BUT because Dji is so nice, she's letting all the contestants get the anth they rp'd if they do this rp questing and pay a sealed letter, so wish me luck and lets go!
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 7:39 am
Customs for Pre-existing Species
Username::> Tartara
Name for pet::> Ratch
Species::> Panda
Gender::> Male
Colors ((try to be specific where... EYES, SKIN, Feathers/fur/clothing and HAIR COLORS are IMPORTANT))::>
Eyes: a bright purple
Mask: gray
Hair: Silver with purple and red highlights
Ears: Black
Clothing-
The fur around his neck a dark gray while the shirt black. The armbands gold while the cross necklace silver. The top chocker necklace black. His pants are a faded blue.
Colorist::> Dji
Tag Type::> Plain
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 8:16 am
 Current Status: My Gun! gonk
Name: Ratch
Age: 27 years old
Species: Panda
Orientation: Doesn't matter >>grins<<
Parents: Unknown.
Siblings: none
Aquintances: none
Friends: none
Mate: None
Children: none
Birthday: n/a
Likes: Running, practicing, being himself
Dislikes: feeling defensless, annoying anthros, not getting enough sleep
History: For a good bit of Ratch's life, he was an officer. He worked hard to put bad anthros where they belonged. In a carefully survalianced cell. It was only a matter of time however, before it caught up with him. Ratch was one of the best in the force, certainly the best marksman with his pistol, and was given only the most dangerous jobs. And one day, he got one of the worst. When sluething around, he came across a huge drug ring, but was caught as the members disbanded for the day. Shots were fired, backup called for and his partner arrived on the scene. The partner was just a saftey measure, he wasn't ready for the things the panda saw and sure enough, was over taken. He was used as a sheild and ratch became caught up in his own arrogance of a perfect marksman. He aimed his gun at the ring leader hiding behind his partner. But the thing was...moving things act unpredictably, and jerked the policeman just in time to intercept the bullet. The drug lords fled the scene, leaving Ratch with his bleeding man.
The partner didn't live long after he arrived in the hospital, and Ratch was stripped of his rank. No charges pressed for the murder, but the public didn't want him protecting them anymore. He ran far from his hometown, trying to distance the memories of his law enforement life, and the guilt of the man he shot.
Rp? Sure
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 4:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 4:08 pm
Quote: >>Play with fire and you'll get burned, that's what his parents used to say. The male sat up in the tree, missing his old gun. Yeah. His gun. A buete that he weilded well, always getting his shot. His old pistol. But play with fire and you'll get burned and he had felt the flames. Hunting vampires, werewolves, and demons...it had to catch up to him sometime. And a bright violet eyed male with purple and red highlights didn't exactly blend in too well, so he often ran into the trouble of seeing old 'pals' again. He wish though he hadn't quit his job though, he WAS one of the best policeman they ever had. Well. At least he thought so. Ratch shook his head, a hand falling where his gun used to sit at. They could have at LEAST let him keep his pistol though, for crying out loud!<<
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