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 |  Subject: Reclaiming Mordred the Scraggy  Mon Apr 14, 2014 4:34 am | |
| » Name: Mordred T. Scraggy
» Gender: Male
» Species: #559 Scraggy
» Affiliation/Rank: Team Valor Leader, Sole Member
» Why do you want to adopt them?: Reclaiming as I have decided to return to the site and start actually taking this character seriously.
» Sample of roleplay:
There was something eternally wrong here.
The scraggy felt his throat grow dry as he stood in the cavern alone, gripping his Treasure Bag as though it were his lifeline. His eyes kept shifting from one area to another, refusing to remain focused. If it weren't for the fact he was a reptilian, he was sure he'd be breaking out in cold sweat.
"Come out!" He demanded, just barely able to remind himself that the enemy was nearby. Showing weakness now would inevitably lead to his demise.
The sound of hissing filled the room, bouncing from one stone wall to another. "What's wrong, adventurer?" The voice began to increase and decrease in volume, as though the unknown source was rapidly changing its placement in the area. The echoes that followed made it even more difficult to pinpoint where it was coming from. "You seem to have lost your vigor..."
"No I haven't!" The scraggy insisted, his head turning as he tried to locate the opponent. "Come out! I'll defeat you!"
"Oh, but you have," hissed the offender. "Our last meeting you were much more... hotheaded. It seems you've reverted back, oh brave one..."
Mordred's hand began to curl into a fist. He took a step to the west, taking a gander on where the voice was. His knuckles were coated in ice, generated by the freezing energy he was exerting.
"You're trembling," the voice mused.
Indeed he was. The scraggy stopped, looking down at his frozen fist. It glowed with cold energy, only to fade in a snap. He clenched his teeth, attempting to summon back the ice. It was fruitless. He couldn't bring himself to hone it during training, let alone use it in an actual battle.
"See, little one?" The mysterious enemy had switched places. The voice was no longer in the west. "You are helpless. Back to square one. Do you even know..."
The scraggy suddenly turned his heel, disappearing into the darkness and reappearing in the southern corner of the cave. His speed was astonishing, and as he drew closer, he could see a pair of painfully familiar eyes. A glint came from the shadows. The reptile's eyes widened, forcing his foot down in attempt at stopping his attack. He had gone too far. The glint became a sheen, disappearing into his chest.
"...Who you truly are?"
» Link to the original bio: https://pmd-roleplay.forumotion.org/t683-mordred-the-scraggy
» Levels of existing characters: None. This was my original one before I went on hiatus.
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| | Subject: Re: Reclaiming Mordred the Scraggy Mon Apr 14, 2014 4:46 am | |
| Your adoption form has been APPROVED!
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Welcome back, and have fun roleplaying with your character again!
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