Bryce Sanders - Canine

by **Bryce Sanders** Mon May 26, 2014 1:13 pm

Bryce Allen Sanders

Nicknames · Bryce or Bry
Age · 20
Gender · Male
Race · Anthro
Species · Wolf
Sexual Orientation · Heterosexual
Occupation · Student | Waiter - Under The Sea Diner

Appearance

Most of his body is covered in a black coat, but he tends to color parts of his hair. He has an award winning smile, which would force any girl to go weak in the knees. He keeps his hair long enough for the possibility he might want a Mohawk style that particular day to impress some ladies or anything of the sort. He has stunning baby blue eyes. He has a few scars, but they are well hidden beneath his fur. When he was younger, he once pierced his ears, but since then he has taken them out and allowed them to close up.

Personality

Bryce is a good guy. He takes good care of his "baby" sister as he likes to call her, even though she is only a year younger than him and some change. He loves to work hard, and push himself in everything he does. He loves to run, probably more than anything else around. He loves the feeling of the air breezing past his face. He will do anything if it sounds some what fun. If it sounds boring, he will lose interest easily. He has been told many times he should get tested for ADHD, but he gets bored just hearing it over and over again. Therefore, he hasn't gotten tested, but everyone is pretty sure he has ADHD.

History

Bryce, the middle child and only son, he was his father's favorite of the children. He has an older sister named Naroh and a baby sister named Peyton. The three kids get along well, but being the only boy makes Bryce feel like he has to protect them. When boys come around, whether friends or not, he gets pretty protective over his sisters. He turns a blind eye to the actions of his older sister, whether they be good or not. He thinks of them both as being pure. When Peyton was 6, their parents divorced but came up with an agreement of split custody. Every weekend, the three kids would go to their father's house. They played well together, but times changed and they grew up. Bryce loves his sister's dearly, but doesn't always show it.

In High School, Bryce went on to play quarterback for his school. He had the perfect arm and every game his dad was there. That was what made him proud of his only son, that and he had a penis so they could talk about girls together. Bryce even started to favor his father once his mother started acting like a total bitch. With college, he went right away with a full scholarship for football. He also got a job so he could get a car, and take girls out on dates. Most of his dates don't add up to much time with a single girl, but it's a good way to get his numbers higher. Every woman to him is a trophy, just another number to reminisce about in the future.

Roleplay Sample

From My Thread On Dreamworld - "To The Death"

Eight years ago, the world was a beautiful place. Trees and flowers lived happily in the yards and town cities with the humans. Lush green was everywhere. People lived carefree and easy lives. The only thing which stopped it all, was one small outbreak, which quickly took over the world. At the first signs of outbreak, the government was scared and unaware what to do. So they sent int heir troops to combat the vile creatures which plagued the land. Many soldiers died, trying to fight the aggressors, who only wished to consume their bodies. Tyson had joined the corp at 18, fresh out of high school, and in his two years with the corp, he was a strong asset. He helped learn the way to kill them, teaching it to his troops across the globe. But the war raged on and the numbers of the undead increased. The military began to fall back, after their brothers in arms turned from the gruesome battle.

Tyson fought as long as he could, but soon retreated to a village some settlers had created. It was a world from the outside, they had people posted at every point, ready and waiting for the undead to scourge their lands. In a couple months time, no outbreak had occurred in the tiny city, leaving the people to finally feel safe and at peace. With the loss of his rifle and pistol, the now 28 year old man, wielded a crossbow. It was easy for him to make arrows as well as retrieve them from the dead corpses.

But in the peace of the land, there were some who wished to take out their frustration and loss on those who patrolled the forests. So Tyson was tasked with gathering a team, teaching them the military ways of fighting, as well as some he had picked up along the way. "Don't waste your ammo, shoot for the head," he said with his Carolina accent, and his thick southern drawl. As he led the group, some died and turned, but were put down before anymore could change. Tyson had done the honors when others could not take the life of their undead friend. They could not separate the life from what was to what is. Tyson soon found himself on these hunts alone. But honestly, he liked it better this way. There was nobody to slow him down.

As he moved from the trees, he noticed a small town up ahead. He had been there before, but there had never been so many zombies gathering around it. Something must have been going on. Taking out his dagger, he killed a couple zombies who lingered on the outside. As their bodies fell, he moved slowly forward. Eying a ladder from a one story building, he climbed up it, dagger pressed tightly in his teeth. As he made it to the rooftop, he walked towards the edge. It was there he saw the person against the wall and the zombies coming in closer and closer. From this distance, Tyson could not tell if the human was male or female, but either way, they needed saving.

Grabbing his crossbow from his back, he aimed it towards the closest zombie and fired it right into the skull. The arrowhead went straight through and got stuck in the eyeball. As the zombie fell to the ground, a string of arrows attacked the ones around him until Tyson knew he could take the rest on hand to hand. Sliding down the drain pipe, he made his way towards the horde. Slicing and dicing as he moved closer to the human. He picked up his arrows and tucked them back into his quiver as he moved to the boy. "Come with me, I'll get you to a safe place from here." He said as he held out his hand.

Out Of Character Information

Your Name/Alias · DarkWolfProwler
How Long Have You Been Roleplaying? · Years
How did you find us? · Owner
What's the best way to contact you? · PM