Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43957690-20191203185151/@comment-43957690-20191204042506

Julihorse wrote: Name: Haley Wanderer (I have problems with the letter 'H' )

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Species: Human

Not an Elf

Appearance: Haley has dusty dark brown hair that is usually tied back into a messy ponytail. Her cold grey eyes have tiny flickers of silver here and there, along with an intense, sharp, studying gaze that can send frills up your spine if you stare deep into them. Fair skin. Haley's also always wearing this ragged jean jacket paired with a old-looking dark-orange short-sleve shirt and grey, torn leggings. She's sometimes confused with an elf, given the fact that despite her ragged clothes and dirty features, she's still really pretty.

Personality: YOU SHALL SEEEEEEE

Brief Backstory: Haley's family was not so wealthy. Her father had been a traveler, moving from place to place selling goods to help maintain the family. Thanks to his journeys, Haley's dad earned a bunch of survival knowledge, passing it all down to her every time he came back home. All this information is currently being essential for Haley to survive on her own, since sadly, her father and mother had passed away when the disaster came. She now lives by herself, never staying for to long in one location. And of course, she's had to. . . borrow quite a few items for herself to endure the ferious jungle the world had become. (I used a metaphor there, for the jungle thing. I know the world isn't a jungle, lol.)

Extra: *Clears throat* Sorry, I haad to add this, I couldn't live without it.

Haley carries a hand-made bow, along with a full stocked quiver, crafted from different kinds of dark colored metal (AKA: silver, steel, those kinds of colors) to defend herself against bandits that might try to steal her scarce supplies.

. . . I want to give her a dog, lol xd

(Also, I just noticed the Closed sign by the roleplay's name, so I'm just gonna leave this here: You told me I could join before you edited that, XD so . . .) Accepted, just make sure she's not so *ehem* salty. I'ts a pet peeve I have...