Post by FIGHT on Mar 24, 2006 15:07:48 GMT -5
Basic Information
Applying Character: Fight
Character's Age: 5
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Offspring: Two litters, none RPed. :(
Description / Personality:
Fight could be called the perfect warrior, being a proud owner of all the desired traits of a fighter: an assload of experience, broad shoulders, large and powerful jaws, and a muscular build. The massive size of this champion obviously made it quite easy for him to simply beat down any opponent, making use of his overwhelming strength. His body is nicely sculptured so as to acquire his immense power without extremely hindering his agility. He isn't as quick as a fox, but not at all a cumbersome oaf. Fight has quite a bit of endurance and stamina, having been raised in the harsh north. An extremely large and thick coat, a nice thing to have in the brutal winters of the north, made Fight appear to be even larger than he already was. The fur had simple colors; white and arctic blue clashing together. Last, but certainly not least, those frigid pond green eyes gave any who looked into them a sense of the fierceness of the arctic.
Personality: Contrary to what many think of Fight when they see him, thanks to his pretty intimidating appearance, he isn't out to just attack and destroy everyone he sees. Quite surprisingly, he's very calm, and pretty lazy a lot of the time (It runs in the family). He'll just ignore you if he doesn't know you. If you get near him, he'll warn you to stay away. Those he knows will be greeted lovingly, as Fight is pretty caring to those he likes. Still, Fight knows he's above many and usually likes to be in charge. He has a slight problem with following orders because of this, and obviously won't be liked very much by his 'superiors' since he isn't too keen on being told what to do. He respects Alphas, though, and will do what they say even though he won't be too happy. Warning: If you piss him off, don't be surprised at all if you get savagely beaten into oblivion. :) Once Fight starts a rampage he won't be stopped, unless you have say...an army of wolves by your side. That's about it I believe.
History: Born and raised in the cold north, Fight basically took care of himself. He hadn't an idea of who his parents were, or if he had any siblings. All he knew was that his father was some womanizer so he most likely had family somewhere. Anyways, when he got to the age of about 4, he started to travel, and wandered pretty damn far from his homeland to a place filled with weird ass creatures (Glade of course). Here he met quite the odd wolf, and even found two half-brothers of his; Kahran, and Behave. They formed a pack and it spread quickly. After a while the brothers moved on to another land (BBA) and had quite a fun time there, beating down all kinds of things. Fight met Celtic, mated, had a litter, and so forth. Celtic has disappeared since then and the litter as well. Anyways, a lot of shit happened that I don't feel like writing down, as it would take ages. Basically, Fight moved on from that land to a place filled with pathetic wolves (Ootw :)) and was part of the creation of the old Neo. He held the rank of Beta and kicked newb ass all around. Fun. As old Neo fell apart, he left and created Venom with his mate Ange, who was an alpha of old Neo. Both Ange and the litter Fight had with her are gone. So, since Venom wasn't going anywhere Fight left to explore the world, weeeeee! And now he's back, and excited to see that Jolt re-made Neo, and it's doing well.
Species: Greenland Swamp Wolf x Arctic Wolf.
Desired rank and reason: A low rank. Even though he held a high rank before, things have changed and he needs to prove himself to the members of today’s Neo. Omega or Sentinel. Omega because it's pretty low ranking. Sentinel because it involves Fight fighting. :)
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.)
Wiped everything regarding Furc from my computer since I quit and didn't think I was going to return so no logs. Sorry.
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Fight, not caring that he had no back up, proceeded to encounter the enemy on his own with quite a bit of ferocity. Pinning his ears back and pulling back his lips to reveal the lethal set of fangs, Fight took up the usual threatening stance, which was much more effective thanks to the already alarming appearance of this giant. The scent of this so-called wolf had already been stored, and should it happen to escape by some miracle, it'd be hunted down mercilessly. The mighty muscles housed in Fight's hind legs tensed up as the limbs lowered so as to then spring the godly figure forth and initiate the unforgiving assault. The arctic champion would barrel down on this puny enemy ruthlessly; a battle cry to be heard for miles bellowed out like a lions roar. This was like pitting a pit bull against a kitty. It wouldn't be a fight; it'd be a bloodbath.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Fight, not being one to take threats from anyone lightly, would respond harshly. The permanent winter coat bristled slightly, growling commenced, and those cold pond green eyes bore into those of the challenger. The strong muscles powering the magnificent body tensed up, preparing for a predicted attack. This experienced warrior knew that his actions would result in the higher ranked member trying to punish him, but was ready to deal some lethal blows of his own.
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?:
Fight would continue battling, not caring that this situation appeared that it would only end in his demise. Should the fates decide that he die this day then so be it. He'll go out with a bang, and leave this worthy opponent something to remind it of the day he lucked out in a fight against the best.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Fight had much respect for the Alphas, and would never go against them, even if it meant him starving for a while. Not bothering to wait for leftovers, he'd stroll off in search of his own food; being quite a capable hunter anyways.
Applying Character: Fight
Character's Age: 5
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Offspring: Two litters, none RPed. :(
Description / Personality:
Fight could be called the perfect warrior, being a proud owner of all the desired traits of a fighter: an assload of experience, broad shoulders, large and powerful jaws, and a muscular build. The massive size of this champion obviously made it quite easy for him to simply beat down any opponent, making use of his overwhelming strength. His body is nicely sculptured so as to acquire his immense power without extremely hindering his agility. He isn't as quick as a fox, but not at all a cumbersome oaf. Fight has quite a bit of endurance and stamina, having been raised in the harsh north. An extremely large and thick coat, a nice thing to have in the brutal winters of the north, made Fight appear to be even larger than he already was. The fur had simple colors; white and arctic blue clashing together. Last, but certainly not least, those frigid pond green eyes gave any who looked into them a sense of the fierceness of the arctic.
Personality: Contrary to what many think of Fight when they see him, thanks to his pretty intimidating appearance, he isn't out to just attack and destroy everyone he sees. Quite surprisingly, he's very calm, and pretty lazy a lot of the time (It runs in the family). He'll just ignore you if he doesn't know you. If you get near him, he'll warn you to stay away. Those he knows will be greeted lovingly, as Fight is pretty caring to those he likes. Still, Fight knows he's above many and usually likes to be in charge. He has a slight problem with following orders because of this, and obviously won't be liked very much by his 'superiors' since he isn't too keen on being told what to do. He respects Alphas, though, and will do what they say even though he won't be too happy. Warning: If you piss him off, don't be surprised at all if you get savagely beaten into oblivion. :) Once Fight starts a rampage he won't be stopped, unless you have say...an army of wolves by your side. That's about it I believe.
History: Born and raised in the cold north, Fight basically took care of himself. He hadn't an idea of who his parents were, or if he had any siblings. All he knew was that his father was some womanizer so he most likely had family somewhere. Anyways, when he got to the age of about 4, he started to travel, and wandered pretty damn far from his homeland to a place filled with weird ass creatures (Glade of course). Here he met quite the odd wolf, and even found two half-brothers of his; Kahran, and Behave. They formed a pack and it spread quickly. After a while the brothers moved on to another land (BBA) and had quite a fun time there, beating down all kinds of things. Fight met Celtic, mated, had a litter, and so forth. Celtic has disappeared since then and the litter as well. Anyways, a lot of shit happened that I don't feel like writing down, as it would take ages. Basically, Fight moved on from that land to a place filled with pathetic wolves (Ootw :)) and was part of the creation of the old Neo. He held the rank of Beta and kicked newb ass all around. Fun. As old Neo fell apart, he left and created Venom with his mate Ange, who was an alpha of old Neo. Both Ange and the litter Fight had with her are gone. So, since Venom wasn't going anywhere Fight left to explore the world, weeeeee! And now he's back, and excited to see that Jolt re-made Neo, and it's doing well.
Species: Greenland Swamp Wolf x Arctic Wolf.
Desired rank and reason: A low rank. Even though he held a high rank before, things have changed and he needs to prove himself to the members of today’s Neo. Omega or Sentinel. Omega because it's pretty low ranking. Sentinel because it involves Fight fighting. :)
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.)
Wiped everything regarding Furc from my computer since I quit and didn't think I was going to return so no logs. Sorry.
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Fight, not caring that he had no back up, proceeded to encounter the enemy on his own with quite a bit of ferocity. Pinning his ears back and pulling back his lips to reveal the lethal set of fangs, Fight took up the usual threatening stance, which was much more effective thanks to the already alarming appearance of this giant. The scent of this so-called wolf had already been stored, and should it happen to escape by some miracle, it'd be hunted down mercilessly. The mighty muscles housed in Fight's hind legs tensed up as the limbs lowered so as to then spring the godly figure forth and initiate the unforgiving assault. The arctic champion would barrel down on this puny enemy ruthlessly; a battle cry to be heard for miles bellowed out like a lions roar. This was like pitting a pit bull against a kitty. It wouldn't be a fight; it'd be a bloodbath.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Fight, not being one to take threats from anyone lightly, would respond harshly. The permanent winter coat bristled slightly, growling commenced, and those cold pond green eyes bore into those of the challenger. The strong muscles powering the magnificent body tensed up, preparing for a predicted attack. This experienced warrior knew that his actions would result in the higher ranked member trying to punish him, but was ready to deal some lethal blows of his own.
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?:
Fight would continue battling, not caring that this situation appeared that it would only end in his demise. Should the fates decide that he die this day then so be it. He'll go out with a bang, and leave this worthy opponent something to remind it of the day he lucked out in a fight against the best.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Fight had much respect for the Alphas, and would never go against them, even if it meant him starving for a while. Not bothering to wait for leftovers, he'd stroll off in search of his own food; being quite a capable hunter anyways.