Post by Furgamor on Dec 11, 2005 10:47:54 GMT -5
*Picture: 
Name: Furgamor
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Eats: Meat, but when it may be scarce, plants are an option.
Walks: Two Legs
Species: Dryptosaurus
Height: 5.5 m. in length
Weight: Unknown
Color/markings:
Furgamor's base color is a dirt-colored brown look. Ranging from a lighter-to darker-to almost black color at some parts. Covering that main color, a series of yellow stripes go from his head to his tail. His legs are darker than the rest of his body.
Skin type: Scales
Personaliy:
Furgamor is a very mysterious dog to put it in the least. He is not evil in the least but he is extremely anti-social. He spends most of his current life, trying to rub away the past but it gets him nowhere and just puts him further and further back to where he began from. He does not trust anyone and he hates being lied to.
While he is in fact a rough and tough dinosaur. He is usually just trying to get by and really is thankful to have a place to sleep each night and food to eat each day. He does not look for conversations nor does he deny them, he simply does not say much and never has.
*History: Will begin to unfold
Sample Post: I ish lazy so I'm gonna use a dog one.
The male merely smirked in response. She showed no irritation, she actually managed to hide her feelings quite well. Furgamor took a mental note of that. In fact, any time he came in contact with a femme, he would take notes, and eventually decide on yes or no. So far, it had never been a yes. He watched silently as her gentle orbs passed over his slender body. Ah, well the whole purpose she was here was quite clear to this male. To be admired and wanted. Too bad she would get neither from him.
As her words emerged from her mouth, he picked up each word intently. Listening to each and every syllable. Usually, he didn't listen to others speak, but that was only when a fight was taking place. And this was certainly not a fight. He thought of the Alpha femme he had met earlier. She was not getting to him. All she had managed from him was a simple "Yep." He sneered at the thought of it. Ah yes, he was proud of his work. He had grown into a male just like Jeramilo. Something he admired for once.
As she finished her words he once again, looked away and rolled his eyes. Handsome? Did she think she could lure him in with sweet words? So what if he had called her sweetcheeks? That was his word for femmes who acted better than the rest. But hey, he could have a little fun couldn't he? Taking her first words as a compliment he sneered and looked her straight in the eye.
Name: Furgamor
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Eats: Meat, but when it may be scarce, plants are an option.
Walks: Two Legs
Species: Dryptosaurus
Height: 5.5 m. in length
Weight: Unknown
Color/markings:
Furgamor's base color is a dirt-colored brown look. Ranging from a lighter-to darker-to almost black color at some parts. Covering that main color, a series of yellow stripes go from his head to his tail. His legs are darker than the rest of his body.
Skin type: Scales
Personaliy:
Furgamor is a very mysterious dog to put it in the least. He is not evil in the least but he is extremely anti-social. He spends most of his current life, trying to rub away the past but it gets him nowhere and just puts him further and further back to where he began from. He does not trust anyone and he hates being lied to.
While he is in fact a rough and tough dinosaur. He is usually just trying to get by and really is thankful to have a place to sleep each night and food to eat each day. He does not look for conversations nor does he deny them, he simply does not say much and never has.
*History: Will begin to unfold
Sample Post: I ish lazy so I'm gonna use a dog one.
The male merely smirked in response. She showed no irritation, she actually managed to hide her feelings quite well. Furgamor took a mental note of that. In fact, any time he came in contact with a femme, he would take notes, and eventually decide on yes or no. So far, it had never been a yes. He watched silently as her gentle orbs passed over his slender body. Ah, well the whole purpose she was here was quite clear to this male. To be admired and wanted. Too bad she would get neither from him.
As her words emerged from her mouth, he picked up each word intently. Listening to each and every syllable. Usually, he didn't listen to others speak, but that was only when a fight was taking place. And this was certainly not a fight. He thought of the Alpha femme he had met earlier. She was not getting to him. All she had managed from him was a simple "Yep." He sneered at the thought of it. Ah yes, he was proud of his work. He had grown into a male just like Jeramilo. Something he admired for once.
As she finished her words he once again, looked away and rolled his eyes. Handsome? Did she think she could lure him in with sweet words? So what if he had called her sweetcheeks? That was his word for femmes who acted better than the rest. But hey, he could have a little fun couldn't he? Taking her first words as a compliment he sneered and looked her straight in the eye.
