Post by Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik on Oct 14, 2008 8:48:55 GMT -8
Name: Traycor-Esgarrouth-Seroik (That last part is subject to change if Aximili gets a mate, unless the mate is a recent thing, ect.)
Age: About 14 in Earth years
Race: Andalite
Gender: Male
Personality: Traycor is like his father in many senses. He is extremely proud of his race, but he has a bit of a soft-spot for humans. He, like his father, joined the military, to serve his people and live up to the image of his father and his father's brother.
Secretly, though, he'd rather be designing and playing video games.
Appearance: He lookes like most Andalites. Blue fur covers tan skin and green, almond-shapped eyes are alway alert, along with the matching set of stalk-eyes that are always moving.
He is fairly well muscled in the upper half of his body, since he sometimes wrestles with some of the humans who have joined the Andalite military.
Family: Aximili and some as-of-yet-unstated Andalite female. He lives with Aximili's parents whose names escape me.
Relation: Aximili
Background: Traycor has been living in the shadow of his father and his father's brother since he was a child. He was always expected to do great things.
He would rather be skate-boarding or playing video games with his human friends, along with his shorm, Aslires. But, he joined the military to please his father, whom he barely knows, and his grandparents.
RP sample:
<Ha!> Traycor yelled triumphantly as he beat Aslires, again.
Aslires sighed. <You won again. Surprising.> His tone was dry.
Traycor lowered his stalk-eyes. <I appologize for gloating, Aslires.>
<It is of no consequence,> Aslires replied with a wave of his hand. <I simply do not have the same skill with this game that you do. Probably because I spend my free time actually practicing tail-fighting, instead of merely doing it in video games.> He smiled, his tone teasing.
Traycor returned the smile and then swung his tail-blade at the other Andalite.
Aslires backed up and blocked it, knocking into a table. A small, green box slid off the table and clattered to the floor.
"What was that?" Aslires' matehron yelled from their kitchen.
<Just...uh...Oops. My appologies, matehron!> Aslires yelled to his adoptive mother.
<Yes, our appologies, ma'am!>
In a flurry of blue, they both rushed outside, laughing.
Is English your first language? Yup.
Age: About 14 in Earth years
Race: Andalite
Gender: Male
Personality: Traycor is like his father in many senses. He is extremely proud of his race, but he has a bit of a soft-spot for humans. He, like his father, joined the military, to serve his people and live up to the image of his father and his father's brother.
Secretly, though, he'd rather be designing and playing video games.
Appearance: He lookes like most Andalites. Blue fur covers tan skin and green, almond-shapped eyes are alway alert, along with the matching set of stalk-eyes that are always moving.
He is fairly well muscled in the upper half of his body, since he sometimes wrestles with some of the humans who have joined the Andalite military.
Family: Aximili and some as-of-yet-unstated Andalite female. He lives with Aximili's parents whose names escape me.
Relation: Aximili
Background: Traycor has been living in the shadow of his father and his father's brother since he was a child. He was always expected to do great things.
He would rather be skate-boarding or playing video games with his human friends, along with his shorm, Aslires. But, he joined the military to please his father, whom he barely knows, and his grandparents.
RP sample:
<Ha!> Traycor yelled triumphantly as he beat Aslires, again.
Aslires sighed. <You won again. Surprising.> His tone was dry.
Traycor lowered his stalk-eyes. <I appologize for gloating, Aslires.>
<It is of no consequence,> Aslires replied with a wave of his hand. <I simply do not have the same skill with this game that you do. Probably because I spend my free time actually practicing tail-fighting, instead of merely doing it in video games.> He smiled, his tone teasing.
Traycor returned the smile and then swung his tail-blade at the other Andalite.
Aslires backed up and blocked it, knocking into a table. A small, green box slid off the table and clattered to the floor.
"What was that?" Aslires' matehron yelled from their kitchen.
<Just...uh...Oops. My appologies, matehron!> Aslires yelled to his adoptive mother.
<Yes, our appologies, ma'am!>
In a flurry of blue, they both rushed outside, laughing.
Is English your first language? Yup.
