Post by Kane Jackson on Oct 27, 2009 14:58:53 GMT -5
---------THIS IS YOUR STORY---------
Kane James Jackson
---------ARE YOU GONNA TELL IT RIGHT?
give us the scoop ,
FILL US IN FILL US IN FILL US IN
His name is Kane Jackson, he lives in the country with a few horses of his own, their names are Shotgun *white quarter horse*, Butch *black mustang*, and Bear *shire*. He has a rottweiler named Bulldozer, Dozer for short, and his favorite color is black. He lives in a good sized house and has a large farm, complete with a pasture and a many a head of cattle. He is 17 years old, and he lives with his aunt.
got any secrets? ,
EVERYONE HAS SOME EVERYONE HAS SO
He doesn't want anyone to know that he has 3-4 kids and smokes. He also wants to keep it a secret that he killed his father and two of his uncles. He has a slight anger problem as well. He doesn't want anyone to know that he has several dangerous guns like rifles and shotguns that he carries around with him sometimes in a duffle bag.
behind the mask ,
ABOUT THE RPER ABOUT THE RPER AB
My name is Katie, I'm 15. You can contact me by my e-mail which is dancingballarina@yahoo.com. I have been roleplaying almost three years *but I still suck*.
arepee sample woah ,
SHOW US YO SKILLZ SHOW US YO SKILLZ SHOW
Daemon galloped into the land. He was looking for mares, he had almost 7 mares, or more. He wasn't sure. But he did have a lot. He shook the thought away with a toss of his long, black mane. Radars twisted and turned to trap any sounds that may have sparked his interest. None were found. Daggers tapped the earth with each step as the brute advanced.
Dark pools looked deeper into the land, having the ability to see quite a distance ahead. Long, silky banner flicked to each hip before landing behind him once more. Nares swelled to scent anything of interest, and sure enough, a mare was identified. The brute sped up to a quick canter. It was, er, graceful for a stallion of his size.
Daemon drew and withdrew breathe as he slowed to an easy walk. The fae came into view. She was drop-dead gorgeous, a sight for sore eyes. He walked to her, standing a good five feet away, giving her space. No mare was happy with a stallion right up in her face. Daemon had learned this through trial and error in his youth. He was seven years old now, but he was in his prime.
He bowed deeply to her, a foreleg curling to his chest, the other stretching out in front of him. His maw curled to tap his chest. He stood tall once more. "Dearest maiden, I am Daemon. May I know the name of an angel such as yourself?" he asked. His voice was deep and pure, and seductive.
Dark pools looked deeper into the land, having the ability to see quite a distance ahead. Long, silky banner flicked to each hip before landing behind him once more. Nares swelled to scent anything of interest, and sure enough, a mare was identified. The brute sped up to a quick canter. It was, er, graceful for a stallion of his size.
Daemon drew and withdrew breathe as he slowed to an easy walk. The fae came into view. She was drop-dead gorgeous, a sight for sore eyes. He walked to her, standing a good five feet away, giving her space. No mare was happy with a stallion right up in her face. Daemon had learned this through trial and error in his youth. He was seven years old now, but he was in his prime.
He bowed deeply to her, a foreleg curling to his chest, the other stretching out in front of him. His maw curled to tap his chest. He stood tall once more. "Dearest maiden, I am Daemon. May I know the name of an angel such as yourself?" he asked. His voice was deep and pure, and seductive.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY JENN AT CAUTION!
