Post by pimpalicious on Feb 27, 2006 19:58:54 GMT -5
Applying Character: Pimpalicious
Character's Age: 2
Gender: Male
Mate: None - Left Smooche
Offspring: Scarify, Migra, Nalesile, Zealous, Egocentric
Description/Personality: Womanizer, simple and clean in deviant tactics. Demander of the limelight; always willfully the center of attention. Beast thrived on affectionate addictions formed by malevolent romances. Shady antics could prove either an immediate attraction, or repulsion. All a matter of view... dfference in opinion, seeing as one's pain was another's pleasure - Flirt, Protective, Stubborn, Opinionated, Parental
History: Boring. Childhood, Adolescence, Adulthood, Fatherhood... Drama with Smooche. Current time
Species: Maned, Hellion, Hyena-Looking Thing...
Desired Rank (Reason): Lead Hunter - Lic would be perfect for this position. The reasons are threefold. 1) Is a natural leader; 2) Knows when to command and when to rally; 3) Being a father, providing for a group is instinctive
-Coming Soon: No Brain Currently-
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you: Tempered to begin with, varg evidently did not take hostilities well. Verbal flogging was detested, though subordinance was utterly out of the question - seeing as the last thing battalion planned on was losing current power position over something as futile as heirarchy moron. Nape bristled in withheld vehemence, behemoth plotting challenge later on... Yes, Pimp would hold out and make it a public humiliation. That would be the perfect revenge.
You are in a fight and your end looks hopeless. The only options that are available to you are death or submission. Give your choice:
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you: Stomach roared vengefully, hunger pangs having been driven into a climax at the sight of food and scent of blood. Famine had drawn varg to the brink of fatigue, and with Alphas currently feasting... distaste was obvious and uncontrollable. Instinctive or not to succumb to starvation, battalion knew well of his place. Heirarchy ladder was understood and behemoth's stomach would have to wait.
Character's Age: 2
Gender: Male
Mate: None - Left Smooche
Offspring: Scarify, Migra, Nalesile, Zealous, Egocentric
Description/Personality: Womanizer, simple and clean in deviant tactics. Demander of the limelight; always willfully the center of attention. Beast thrived on affectionate addictions formed by malevolent romances. Shady antics could prove either an immediate attraction, or repulsion. All a matter of view... dfference in opinion, seeing as one's pain was another's pleasure - Flirt, Protective, Stubborn, Opinionated, Parental
History: Boring. Childhood, Adolescence, Adulthood, Fatherhood... Drama with Smooche. Current time
Species: Maned, Hellion, Hyena-Looking Thing...
Desired Rank (Reason): Lead Hunter - Lic would be perfect for this position. The reasons are threefold. 1) Is a natural leader; 2) Knows when to command and when to rally; 3) Being a father, providing for a group is instinctive
-Coming Soon: No Brain Currently-
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you: Tempered to begin with, varg evidently did not take hostilities well. Verbal flogging was detested, though subordinance was utterly out of the question - seeing as the last thing battalion planned on was losing current power position over something as futile as heirarchy moron. Nape bristled in withheld vehemence, behemoth plotting challenge later on... Yes, Pimp would hold out and make it a public humiliation. That would be the perfect revenge.
You are in a fight and your end looks hopeless. The only options that are available to you are death or submission. Give your choice:
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you: Stomach roared vengefully, hunger pangs having been driven into a climax at the sight of food and scent of blood. Famine had drawn varg to the brink of fatigue, and with Alphas currently feasting... distaste was obvious and uncontrollable. Instinctive or not to succumb to starvation, battalion knew well of his place. Heirarchy ladder was understood and behemoth's stomach would have to wait.
