WILCOX, piper nicole

[PIPER NICOLE WILCOX]

PIPER NICOLE WILCOX
my heart's a stereo,
beats for you so listen close.

NICKNAMES: Pipey, Ducky
GENDER: FEMALLEEE
ANIMAL: African Serval <3
SEXUALITY: Straight | Heterosexual
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior | 12
OCCUPATION: ---
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Hi! I'm Piper. First off, I'm a tall brunette with brown eyes. I'm real nice, I guess. And, I have great reflexes .. Um, I'm getting a bit off track. So, I weigh about 105 and am around 5'7. Told you, I'm tall. I'm humorous, as well. My hobbies usually involve drawing, swimming, photography, or skateboarding. I have a strong love for cheetohs and root beer, and I absolutely love cats and dogs. Actually, I love all animals. I guess because I'm a tree-hugger. But I have several dislikes. For example, mosquitoes. I lied when I said all animals. Mosquitoes drive me insane. And, I hate disgusting smells. Like garbage or something. It's a huge problem for me since I have a sensitive nose. And .. Moving on.

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

I have a scar on my left knee that I got in second grade. I was running in Danscos and cut my knee pretty bad. So about a week later, I was climbing on this monkey-bar DOME, and busted the scab open. Yeah .. That's my main flaw in my appearance. My personality kind of rough. I mean, I'm nice and friendly to everyone I meet. But I loose my temper sometimes. And, I kind of usually see things from just one point of view and then keep it that way. I'm funny though, and I had tons of friends back at in middle school. So, I guess I'll meet some great ones here, too.

Here's an important thing though; I HATE ROMANCE MOVIES. If any smart guy takes me out to see a movie, no doubt it would be a horror movie. But I'm a happy, non-gothic person. Favorite color? PURPLE. So, just so you know, I make friends easily, but don't expect everyone to like me. There's bound to be some people that hate my guts. Whether they're jealous, just naturally spiteful, or in a bad mood. Oh well, I don't really mind. On a lighter note, I'm very athletic and helpful. But I talk a lot in class, and can't resist making hilarious jokes in Social Studies whenever I get bored.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

Wow, you're a bit nosey, aren't you? Oh well, so am I. Well, my biggest secret is that I have a Pillowpet. Don't judge me! His name is Phil, and he is a Penguin. Don't look at me like that! It really supports my neck when I sleep!

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OOC

YOUR NAME: MARYYYYY
YOUR GENDER: gurl
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
FACE CLAIM: Victoria Justice
RP EXAMPLE:

Envy • 1021 words.

A clap of thunder reined throughout the forest, following after the bright spark of lightning. A dark gray object dashed through the shadows; it was basically invisible. But the figure was easily spotted during a lightning's strike. The animal of some sort was blastered with sleek, dark gray fur. And almost black stripes. Its muzzle was a pure white, well, slightly darker in the rain. The animal had silver whiskers, that always twitched when it was nervous. It was a cat; a tom, in fact. His build? The average, but more complex than the usual. He was the average height as well, maybe an inch taller or so, not like it made a difference. Where were we? Ah, yes; The male cat had a rather unique personality. He was a strong fighter, but used his head and his mouth more than his claws and his teeth. And yet, he was very envious of others; The others always had something he wanted, something he deserved. He was to have those titles, or that den; Because it belonged with him. That is what he thought, anyway. But, he was a loyal cat. And despises the idea of being just a ridiculous pawn in some game. When he was being used, he felt like he was under control of a puppeteer.

Rain leaked from the leaves, hitting the earth. It was about time it had rained here; the rogue territory made him feel like he lived in a desert. But, here the rain was; up and about. As much as the gray cat was happy to see the rain, it was starting to annoy him. He just couldn't be pleased with anything! The rogue cat shook his pelt furiously, shaking the rain droplets off his gray fur, only to have new ones fall onto him. His whiskers drooped down in frustration, plus; it was heavy with all the rain it had carried. The rogue searched for a dry spot, perhaps a more levitated area, so he wouldn't drown in all this rain. His bright green eyes spotted a perfect spot; A completely dry area, only because large leaves of some species covered the spot like an umbrella. Interesting. He trotted swiftly over to the cozy little location. After settling down for about two minutes, the giant leaves collapsed; sending a large amount of rain to fall on the tom's head. He hissed with frustration, he hated water. He hated swimming. The rogue hissed up at the sky, addressing to no one in particular,

" Stupid idiotic water! Go to hell! Agh! "

He growled loudly, his voice spreading throughout the territory, his green irises burning with frustration. Of course; just his luck, he managed to be under those leaves at that exact timing. After recovering from that little episode he had, his stomach growled with hunger. It felt like his abdomen was clawing him from the inside. And whenever the cat got seriously hungry, he starts shivering and feels very sick. This was not a good time to puke, out in the rain especially. Or was it? Since the water would wash away ... Let's not talk about that, okay? So, he was going to have to wait until the storm let up. All the animals would be hiding by now. But he was so hungry, he couldn't help but scavenge for any scraps hunters had left. The rain was blocking his scent, and erasing every single scent laid down here earlier. His whiskers twitched; that was a sign that the rogue was nervous. Very nervous.

All he heard was the horrible noise of thunder, crickets, and his stomach. Growling and growling. He felt his stomach vibrate as he desperately searched for something edible. He hated this, so much. The tom wanted to come home to find some delicious, tender voles; all stacked up in large groups. The rogue's gray ear twitched with agony as thunder boomed horrifically loud; leaving his poor eardrum pounding. The dark gray cat swayed his tail to and fro as his trotted quickly, wondering off for food. Wait! He saw something, it was a limp, brown lump. He walked over to see if it were a mouse or something. But all it was .. was ... a stupid cat's poop! Again, his temper went off; dung! Dung! Dung! Dung! It was just crap! How was a growing cat going to eat a load of crap?! He tossed his head up in the night sky, preparing his vocal chords for another scream;

" Stupid, stupid load of catdung! Useless! "

He yowled, up in the open. His ebony black claws unsheathed, as he scored them on the face of a tree. The violence cooled off his anger, letting the tom relax a bit. Yes, he had bit of a temper, but all cats did, right? It's perfectly normal, is all. He sheathed his weapons back in, and stalked around for more options other than cat crap. The brutal wind ruffled the rogue's dark gray pelt, tossing it left and right, up and down, forward and backward, and side to side. It was crazy out there. He'd heard about this DeathClan, but he didn't feel the need to join a Clan. That was certainly something this cat wouldn't do. He knew there were better things out there for his use. Somethings that appreciated his abilities. He didn't feel like becoming a slave of another animal, especially Viper or Scarlet. His ears prickled once more, only to seeing lightning and to defiantly hear some thunder

He was born here, because he had parents. Well, he wasn't really born right here, not in this very spot at least. His parents were loners and he simply disagreed with the whole peace idea. Oh no; He loved man-slaughter. It was fun for him, but not the one being maimed, of course. His parents? Yes, his father was Nathaniel. And the gray cat's mum was called Sarah. He didn't pay any thought to them since he left the territory. He was a rogue now, and he was happy; That's all that counted, right? Oh, and by the way; the cat's name was Envy.

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[Reptilian Rissa]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, piper!
do not forget to stake your claims.