Post by ladder on Mar 15, 2006 3:18:41 GMT -5
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Basic Information
Applying Character: Ladder
Character's Age: 2 in human years
Gender:Male
Mate:None
Offspring:None
Description / Personality:<desc> Daunting manipulator flaunting anomalous distinctivenss. Persona relishes inclusive pandemonium. Fathomable conclusion eludes this macabre sociopath. Inadequacy hitherto unstipulated within precincts of psyche. Elapsed reminiscences encroach habitual contemplation ensuing in manic mannerisms. Abrupt eradicaton laced into typical conduction. Unstable, paranoia plagued bastard perpetually dialoging verbal dissent and disparagement, customarily in belittling manners. Exceptionally enticing looks diverge from schizophrenic mentality. <description> He's half insane sometimes, and sometimes astoundingly wise. He has been known at times to be quite caring, and at others a cold son of a bitch. He is quite lean. He's definately not super built, but he is sturdy enough. He is quite handsome. He is extremely loyal to any cause he gets behind. "Till death do we part.", a personal motto.
History: Lad was born of unknown biological parents. He never had official guardians or parents, only a few friends. This may have been for the better. Ladder learned how to survive on little help from others. Ladder as a pup was a complete smartass who would regularly intentionally piss off others. He was cocky. But a true beating once straightened him out. He is now more confident, but not cocky. He no longers pisses people off on purpose -usually.
Species:Canis Lupin/Canis familiaris(Timber/Domesticated dog)
Desired rank and reason: I desire to join the rank of Spy or maybe even Lead Spy if it's possible. I desire these because Ladder loves to pry for information and be sneaky about it. He rarely directly asks outright, he usually manipulates the other to spill it themselves. He easily gains loyalty from most. He can be a smooth talker.
Roleplay portion
Roleplay samples from past logs: Sorry, but none of the posts are accesible from this coputer. I'll post them here tomorrow, sorry oce again for the hassle.
(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.)
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Ladder's leather nostrals convex, withdrawing an inhale. Molten sphere's held spangle of fury. Solitary scent of a condemned life lingered. Ladder permitted no elapse in time. He sped with fearless velocity, attempting to cause little reverberation, towards the foe. "Till death do we part" he uttered silently, as his habitual ritual leading combat engagement. Once he's begun, only Death's wretched hands were to release him. Ladder sprang with every molecule of energy he possessed. Ivory teeth and duel canines manifested along with pair of outstretched limbs, proceeded by a manic snarl. Lad planned to latch onto the nape, hopfully pucturing, and gaining acces to the spinal column. If that was grasped, the fight would be over, the advarsary would have to submit, or be suffer paralysis or death. Death was his order. If failed to grasp hold, Lad would merely whip around and prepare to fend off retaliation, if any occured. If not, an identical leap would commensem aiming for the nape.
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?:
Ladder gasps for oxygen, he'd flail but to do so would surely only damage himself. The other figure had Lad pinned, back up, with a mouth clamped firmly on his throat. Motto mused, Lad thrashed violently, barely managing to loosen the deathgrip. Barely is enough. When standing, a realization his incinuation was true pounded him. His vision blurred severly, and balance was barely attained. His final attempt to bring down his soon-to-be slayer proceeded. Ladder heaved himself at the foe, collapsing into a pile, heaped and twisted, a steady stream flowed from the launch to the impact, and pooled around the body of the deceased.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Ladder's stomach gurgled. His sides felt split, pangs, feeling like stabs to the abdomen every so few seconds. Saliva leaked from his oral muscle, hanging from his dropped mandible. Panting. Weezing. His eyes long stared at the fresh gore and edibles, moving to a fro the alpha and feast. His loyalty was tested, yet won out. Ladder merely closed him slobbering mug, put on his mos convincing mask, and whimpered pathetically. He dare not do it long in fear of aggitating his alpha, only long enough to ensure it tickles his alpha's auds. Behemoth would wait like a degraded scavenger. Picking at the remains of what the alph saw unfit to be ingested. Take what you get.
Basic Information
Applying Character: Ladder
Character's Age: 2 in human years
Gender:Male
Mate:None
Offspring:None
Description / Personality:<desc> Daunting manipulator flaunting anomalous distinctivenss. Persona relishes inclusive pandemonium. Fathomable conclusion eludes this macabre sociopath. Inadequacy hitherto unstipulated within precincts of psyche. Elapsed reminiscences encroach habitual contemplation ensuing in manic mannerisms. Abrupt eradicaton laced into typical conduction. Unstable, paranoia plagued bastard perpetually dialoging verbal dissent and disparagement, customarily in belittling manners. Exceptionally enticing looks diverge from schizophrenic mentality. <description> He's half insane sometimes, and sometimes astoundingly wise. He has been known at times to be quite caring, and at others a cold son of a bitch. He is quite lean. He's definately not super built, but he is sturdy enough. He is quite handsome. He is extremely loyal to any cause he gets behind. "Till death do we part.", a personal motto.
History: Lad was born of unknown biological parents. He never had official guardians or parents, only a few friends. This may have been for the better. Ladder learned how to survive on little help from others. Ladder as a pup was a complete smartass who would regularly intentionally piss off others. He was cocky. But a true beating once straightened him out. He is now more confident, but not cocky. He no longers pisses people off on purpose -usually.
Species:Canis Lupin/Canis familiaris(Timber/Domesticated dog)
Desired rank and reason: I desire to join the rank of Spy or maybe even Lead Spy if it's possible. I desire these because Ladder loves to pry for information and be sneaky about it. He rarely directly asks outright, he usually manipulates the other to spill it themselves. He easily gains loyalty from most. He can be a smooth talker.
Roleplay portion
Roleplay samples from past logs: Sorry, but none of the posts are accesible from this coputer. I'll post them here tomorrow, sorry oce again for the hassle.
(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.)
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Ladder's leather nostrals convex, withdrawing an inhale. Molten sphere's held spangle of fury. Solitary scent of a condemned life lingered. Ladder permitted no elapse in time. He sped with fearless velocity, attempting to cause little reverberation, towards the foe. "Till death do we part" he uttered silently, as his habitual ritual leading combat engagement. Once he's begun, only Death's wretched hands were to release him. Ladder sprang with every molecule of energy he possessed. Ivory teeth and duel canines manifested along with pair of outstretched limbs, proceeded by a manic snarl. Lad planned to latch onto the nape, hopfully pucturing, and gaining acces to the spinal column. If that was grasped, the fight would be over, the advarsary would have to submit, or be suffer paralysis or death. Death was his order. If failed to grasp hold, Lad would merely whip around and prepare to fend off retaliation, if any occured. If not, an identical leap would commensem aiming for the nape.
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?:
Ladder gasps for oxygen, he'd flail but to do so would surely only damage himself. The other figure had Lad pinned, back up, with a mouth clamped firmly on his throat. Motto mused, Lad thrashed violently, barely managing to loosen the deathgrip. Barely is enough. When standing, a realization his incinuation was true pounded him. His vision blurred severly, and balance was barely attained. His final attempt to bring down his soon-to-be slayer proceeded. Ladder heaved himself at the foe, collapsing into a pile, heaped and twisted, a steady stream flowed from the launch to the impact, and pooled around the body of the deceased.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Ladder's stomach gurgled. His sides felt split, pangs, feeling like stabs to the abdomen every so few seconds. Saliva leaked from his oral muscle, hanging from his dropped mandible. Panting. Weezing. His eyes long stared at the fresh gore and edibles, moving to a fro the alpha and feast. His loyalty was tested, yet won out. Ladder merely closed him slobbering mug, put on his mos convincing mask, and whimpered pathetically. He dare not do it long in fear of aggitating his alpha, only long enough to ensure it tickles his alpha's auds. Behemoth would wait like a degraded scavenger. Picking at the remains of what the alph saw unfit to be ingested. Take what you get.
