Post by rasia on Mar 9, 2006 21:49:38 GMT -5
It goes here right? x3
Basic Information
Applying Character: Rasia
Character's Age: 2
Gender: Female
Mate: None.
Offspring: Richus[adopted.]
Description / Personality: She's got a nurturing personailty for pups and others. Especially if they need it. She cares alot for who she does feel caring feelings for.
History: Two wolves got together, female got preggy, she was born. There's not really a history for her, except the fact she's been alive and kickin'.
Species: A mixed breed between hellhound and timber.
Desired rank and reason: Caretaker. She's got a caring personality, and loves pups. This would suit her well, as she continues learnign the tools of the trade to fight better, though she could fend for herself.
Roleplay portion
Roleplay samples from past logs:
(One post minimum from past logs is required. Then pick at least two scenarios from below to respond to. The more logs and examples shown, the better off you'll be.)
Rasia. Murr instantly caught chest cavity of winged harlot. Caudal swayed gently over the grasses, feeling the nuzzle of beloved pup. She nuzzled him herself, tounge rolling over is frame in an affectionate motion. Harks perked forth atop cranial structure, vision peering about over the others, keeping Rich close. "Hey, baby." She nodded, casual snort releived from nasal cavity.
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Rasia. Frame sauntered about these well-known lands; boredom dubbed catch fo the day. Caudal simply flicked in irritance at the unceasing, brutal, simply irritating boredom. Chest relieved self of a sigh, before harlot sat quickly upon embankment. Harks atop cranial structure perked forth. Oh, well. Mr. Pimp sitting over there on the other side, eh? Rump rose from the soggy terrain, and wading through the waters, figure made it across, with, of course, soaked fur. Grumble rumbled within throat, before shake-off begun. Taking her place upon embankment, sshe'd collapse to the ground beside him, a nudge for simple hello; rump still somewhat in the water.
[Sorry about those typos.]
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Harlot was sitting about the terrain lazily on this afternoon, before vision was casted to a shadowy figure in the distance. It was a blacklist. Nares flared with a snort, caudal whipping about behind frame as winged belle arose from the dirt and flora. Sneer appeared upon canid's facials, caudal wavering dominantly behind her. A sort of 'hiss' like sound emitted from vocals, harks perked forth, listening in on the footsteps of the blacklisted one. "Better step off....." Would be quickly spat from jaws, head lowering just a bit, blackened lips lifting in a warning snarl.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Rasia gave a sneer to the high rank, though shrugging it off, she turned, and placed herself a few paces to the side, before cranium returned to face that mongruel who threatened. Snort bellowed from nasal cavity in disgust. No action would be taken, then uttering a few words under breath. She wasn't in the mood for fighting, and getting knocked down or kicked form this newly found pack. Harks lowered to skull, as frame lifted to turn. "Pssh...." Was all that was hissed in return. Hopefully this would make good scores in her case...No harrassment on her side to be booted.
You are in a fight and your end looks hopeless. The only options that are available to you are death or submission. What do you choose?:
Cream hued harlot was in last hopes of this forsaken fight she was partaking into. It was her last leg: to either choose death, or submission. Harlot lifted into a thrust of despair. She'd choose to continue on with this fight, for her pack. Caudal whipped about hinds of cream belle, jaws parted to allow ivory teeth to be bared, as body would thrust up against foe in attempts to clamp hard about the things maxilla. If so, she'd thrust up, in attempts to shove him off. But this would be doubtful. So, if it was to fail, it would seem death as her fate. But, atleast she did this as devotion to the pack.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Belle sat harshly, taunted by scent of fresh kill. Stomach rumbled with obscene hunger, for days have passed. Caudal sat limp at belle's sides, those winged appendages limply hanging about frame of spinal column. Harks perked forth atop cranial structure, those fiery eyes of hers peering to that fresh, meaty kill. Oh, how she wanted this. She'd try and respect, holding herself back. She could do it, and wait. Standing upon limping legs, harlot gave a groan and paced, to keep herself occupied off the kill, for place was known amongst this pack.
p.s- I know this is crappy, but I roleplay better on spot. :x
Basic Information
Applying Character: Rasia
Character's Age: 2
Gender: Female
Mate: None.
Offspring: Richus[adopted.]
Description / Personality: She's got a nurturing personailty for pups and others. Especially if they need it. She cares alot for who she does feel caring feelings for.
History: Two wolves got together, female got preggy, she was born. There's not really a history for her, except the fact she's been alive and kickin'.
Species: A mixed breed between hellhound and timber.
Desired rank and reason: Caretaker. She's got a caring personality, and loves pups. This would suit her well, as she continues learnign the tools of the trade to fight better, though she could fend for herself.
Roleplay portion
Roleplay samples from past logs:
(One post minimum from past logs is required. Then pick at least two scenarios from below to respond to. The more logs and examples shown, the better off you'll be.)
Rasia. Murr instantly caught chest cavity of winged harlot. Caudal swayed gently over the grasses, feeling the nuzzle of beloved pup. She nuzzled him herself, tounge rolling over is frame in an affectionate motion. Harks perked forth atop cranial structure, vision peering about over the others, keeping Rich close. "Hey, baby." She nodded, casual snort releived from nasal cavity.
-
Rasia. Frame sauntered about these well-known lands; boredom dubbed catch fo the day. Caudal simply flicked in irritance at the unceasing, brutal, simply irritating boredom. Chest relieved self of a sigh, before harlot sat quickly upon embankment. Harks atop cranial structure perked forth. Oh, well. Mr. Pimp sitting over there on the other side, eh? Rump rose from the soggy terrain, and wading through the waters, figure made it across, with, of course, soaked fur. Grumble rumbled within throat, before shake-off begun. Taking her place upon embankment, sshe'd collapse to the ground beside him, a nudge for simple hello; rump still somewhat in the water.
[Sorry about those typos.]
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Harlot was sitting about the terrain lazily on this afternoon, before vision was casted to a shadowy figure in the distance. It was a blacklist. Nares flared with a snort, caudal whipping about behind frame as winged belle arose from the dirt and flora. Sneer appeared upon canid's facials, caudal wavering dominantly behind her. A sort of 'hiss' like sound emitted from vocals, harks perked forth, listening in on the footsteps of the blacklisted one. "Better step off....." Would be quickly spat from jaws, head lowering just a bit, blackened lips lifting in a warning snarl.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Rasia gave a sneer to the high rank, though shrugging it off, she turned, and placed herself a few paces to the side, before cranium returned to face that mongruel who threatened. Snort bellowed from nasal cavity in disgust. No action would be taken, then uttering a few words under breath. She wasn't in the mood for fighting, and getting knocked down or kicked form this newly found pack. Harks lowered to skull, as frame lifted to turn. "Pssh...." Was all that was hissed in return. Hopefully this would make good scores in her case...No harrassment on her side to be booted.
You are in a fight and your end looks hopeless. The only options that are available to you are death or submission. What do you choose?:
Cream hued harlot was in last hopes of this forsaken fight she was partaking into. It was her last leg: to either choose death, or submission. Harlot lifted into a thrust of despair. She'd choose to continue on with this fight, for her pack. Caudal whipped about hinds of cream belle, jaws parted to allow ivory teeth to be bared, as body would thrust up against foe in attempts to clamp hard about the things maxilla. If so, she'd thrust up, in attempts to shove him off. But this would be doubtful. So, if it was to fail, it would seem death as her fate. But, atleast she did this as devotion to the pack.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Belle sat harshly, taunted by scent of fresh kill. Stomach rumbled with obscene hunger, for days have passed. Caudal sat limp at belle's sides, those winged appendages limply hanging about frame of spinal column. Harks perked forth atop cranial structure, those fiery eyes of hers peering to that fresh, meaty kill. Oh, how she wanted this. She'd try and respect, holding herself back. She could do it, and wait. Standing upon limping legs, harlot gave a groan and paced, to keep herself occupied off the kill, for place was known amongst this pack.
p.s- I know this is crappy, but I roleplay better on spot. :x
