Post by Zephyr Echo (acwellan spy) on Feb 26, 2006 21:49:10 GMT -5
Applying Character: Visions
Character's Age: 2
Gender: Female
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Description / Personality: Cool green eyes with a black crecent moon near each corner on both, three brown stripes crossing her snout at different spots. Ears were black, as was nose, but rest of face was a creamy color like middle of body and most of legs. A mohawk-like ruff lined her neck from right behind the shoulders all the way to hanging over her eyes, the ends dipped black. The mane itself was brown, as was a top stripe of fur that ran from the mane all the way to the tip of her tail, with the ends on either side curling up. Underside was black, and began with chest, which was puffed and dripped downwards, all the way to underside, then tip of tail. Paws were the same chocolate brown as stripe on back, all except the hind left one, which was black.
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Her personality fits her name perfectly. This female appears to be an angel apon first sight, and when you first meet her, she is- She means to be. But under the sweet is sour, a raging temper just waiting to spew, sassy, rude words. Disrespect for everyone that she can afford to, and respect for those she can't, under the fur is a mix'n'match sort of personality.
History: Rawr. I don't have one for her. . .
Species: Dunno. Depends on where we roleplay.
Desired rank: Spy. Reason: Violent is often overlooked, never noticed. Her sweet-and-polite-at-first ways often ensure her a spot in the sidelines where she can listen. However, when she's spying in secrecy, she knows how and is as silent as. . . Well, she's just quiet. If caught somehow, she'd never betray her pack if asked for plans, even under torture. She'd die holding the pack's secrets safe.
Roleplay portion
Roleplay samples from past logs:
( Hope I can do alts. )
Ansov's paws flattened the blades of grass as he slowly, lazily, padded up towards the stream, tail waving at mid-height behind him, ears perked and swiveling to listen to any sounds. Finally, male arrived where he wished to be, and sat down, tail first swishing a bit in the grass, then wrapping around right haunch and curling up a bit to show he remained content. Ears continued to swivel, however, and caught a bit of sound; He turned head briefly to study the oddly hued female to his right before head returned to it's forward facing. Tilting it downwards, sky blue eyes stared at the reflection of Ansov himself in the dark water that seemed to have no bottom. Finally, he tore his eyes away from the reflection, frowning now as tail flopped down and fully touched the grown. An thought about his weird eyes- No, he wasn't blind, apparently; He could see his reflection. But they were still weird, and whereas most wolves had golden, maybe brown eyes, he was stuck with blue. .
Mukani lay down among the dead grass and dry, cracked ground, thinking about the large green, grey, and white form of mother. It seemed no colors had been inheirited from her, except for possibly the grey, yet why wasn't it replacing the black? No, he looked, basically, nothing like her, yet he looked a bit like father, and so much like unknown grandparents. Bipolar personality had swung towards depressed as of late, for he was growing up and hd no wish to. Being a pup was all the male wanted; But yet, perhaps growing up would earn him the attention of the famous broad, Satires. A simple crush at this stage in life on an older figure wasn't harmfull, but who knew what it could turn into? Perhaps backfire into pedophilia. Perhaps he'd just wander around, fucking every female that got within five feet of him. The Gods only knew.
Mukani, left behind. Well, pooey with them all then. Despite his abnormal size, surely they'd have all been about the same size when they were his age, and know that it didn't mean he was grown. Right? Apparently NOT. Grumbling, seven-month-old pushed up on paws and trotted towards. . Somewhere. Maybe he'd get ambushed by that other pack. . Maybe he'd drown. That'd show them.
Mukani turned around and stared at the white and red male who seemed to be almost as large, if not as large, as his father. For a minute there, large seven-month-old and adult would be staring at each other, until finally Muk emitted a snarly "Hmph," and walked back over, purposefully dragging pawpads on the dirt. It seemed to annoy adults for some reason, and that was just what his rebelious almost-pre-teen heart desired. Mood swing from depressed to rebelious, hm?
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Violent Tendencies stared for a moment at the blacklisted wolf, then snarled, and lowered head to protect throat as she went into battle stance. She tensed muscles and slightly crouched hind legs in case she needed to launch herself somewhere; Raised tail high up to show dominance, perked ears forward, lifted 'lips' to reveal pointed teeth in a snarling growl. Vio never made the first move, and she wouldn't stop that habit, instead she'd wait for the enemy to notice her.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Violent Tendencies lowered ears back against head, which she lowered down to point nose at the ground. She crouched legs so that stomach brushed the dirt, and tucked tail between legs and curled it against stomach. Pitiful whimpers and whines emitted from muzzle as she submitted, all the while wondering what she had done. She dared to glance up, barely even tilting head. She knew better than to ask, and instead whined, "I'm sorry. . ."
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?:
Violent Tendencies was pinned now, and the opponent had forced her muzzle upwards to leave throat unprotected. She could submit and perhaps save her life, but what if they killed her anyways? She'd die a coward, die laying down without fighting instead of doing her best to get up. Un-acceptable. Female would summon up that last bit of strength, last bit of adrenaline, and try to roll over, trying to knock the wolf off her. Attack would be weak, and probably wouldn't have time to take effect before the enemy killed her, but if she died, she had died fighting. That was the only end for this wolf.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Violent Tendencies watched the Alpha eat, and saliva pooled in jaws, slowly dripping down as she imagined eating the wonderfull carcass. She was starving and hadn't eaten in a couple of weeks, thus was pretty close to dying. She lay herself down, stomach on the ground, and began to crawl forward silently, parting muzzle a bit. Wolf insticts would be to steal, and perhaps she could do it unnoticed. . .
Character's Age: 2
Gender: Female
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Description / Personality: Cool green eyes with a black crecent moon near each corner on both, three brown stripes crossing her snout at different spots. Ears were black, as was nose, but rest of face was a creamy color like middle of body and most of legs. A mohawk-like ruff lined her neck from right behind the shoulders all the way to hanging over her eyes, the ends dipped black. The mane itself was brown, as was a top stripe of fur that ran from the mane all the way to the tip of her tail, with the ends on either side curling up. Underside was black, and began with chest, which was puffed and dripped downwards, all the way to underside, then tip of tail. Paws were the same chocolate brown as stripe on back, all except the hind left one, which was black.
/
Her personality fits her name perfectly. This female appears to be an angel apon first sight, and when you first meet her, she is- She means to be. But under the sweet is sour, a raging temper just waiting to spew, sassy, rude words. Disrespect for everyone that she can afford to, and respect for those she can't, under the fur is a mix'n'match sort of personality.
History: Rawr. I don't have one for her. . .
Species: Dunno. Depends on where we roleplay.
Desired rank: Spy. Reason: Violent is often overlooked, never noticed. Her sweet-and-polite-at-first ways often ensure her a spot in the sidelines where she can listen. However, when she's spying in secrecy, she knows how and is as silent as. . . Well, she's just quiet. If caught somehow, she'd never betray her pack if asked for plans, even under torture. She'd die holding the pack's secrets safe.
Roleplay portion
Roleplay samples from past logs:
( Hope I can do alts. )
Ansov's paws flattened the blades of grass as he slowly, lazily, padded up towards the stream, tail waving at mid-height behind him, ears perked and swiveling to listen to any sounds. Finally, male arrived where he wished to be, and sat down, tail first swishing a bit in the grass, then wrapping around right haunch and curling up a bit to show he remained content. Ears continued to swivel, however, and caught a bit of sound; He turned head briefly to study the oddly hued female to his right before head returned to it's forward facing. Tilting it downwards, sky blue eyes stared at the reflection of Ansov himself in the dark water that seemed to have no bottom. Finally, he tore his eyes away from the reflection, frowning now as tail flopped down and fully touched the grown. An thought about his weird eyes- No, he wasn't blind, apparently; He could see his reflection. But they were still weird, and whereas most wolves had golden, maybe brown eyes, he was stuck with blue. .
Mukani lay down among the dead grass and dry, cracked ground, thinking about the large green, grey, and white form of mother. It seemed no colors had been inheirited from her, except for possibly the grey, yet why wasn't it replacing the black? No, he looked, basically, nothing like her, yet he looked a bit like father, and so much like unknown grandparents. Bipolar personality had swung towards depressed as of late, for he was growing up and hd no wish to. Being a pup was all the male wanted; But yet, perhaps growing up would earn him the attention of the famous broad, Satires. A simple crush at this stage in life on an older figure wasn't harmfull, but who knew what it could turn into? Perhaps backfire into pedophilia. Perhaps he'd just wander around, fucking every female that got within five feet of him. The Gods only knew.
Mukani, left behind. Well, pooey with them all then. Despite his abnormal size, surely they'd have all been about the same size when they were his age, and know that it didn't mean he was grown. Right? Apparently NOT. Grumbling, seven-month-old pushed up on paws and trotted towards. . Somewhere. Maybe he'd get ambushed by that other pack. . Maybe he'd drown. That'd show them.
Mukani turned around and stared at the white and red male who seemed to be almost as large, if not as large, as his father. For a minute there, large seven-month-old and adult would be staring at each other, until finally Muk emitted a snarly "Hmph," and walked back over, purposefully dragging pawpads on the dirt. It seemed to annoy adults for some reason, and that was just what his rebelious almost-pre-teen heart desired. Mood swing from depressed to rebelious, hm?
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Violent Tendencies stared for a moment at the blacklisted wolf, then snarled, and lowered head to protect throat as she went into battle stance. She tensed muscles and slightly crouched hind legs in case she needed to launch herself somewhere; Raised tail high up to show dominance, perked ears forward, lifted 'lips' to reveal pointed teeth in a snarling growl. Vio never made the first move, and she wouldn't stop that habit, instead she'd wait for the enemy to notice her.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Violent Tendencies lowered ears back against head, which she lowered down to point nose at the ground. She crouched legs so that stomach brushed the dirt, and tucked tail between legs and curled it against stomach. Pitiful whimpers and whines emitted from muzzle as she submitted, all the while wondering what she had done. She dared to glance up, barely even tilting head. She knew better than to ask, and instead whined, "I'm sorry. . ."
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?:
Violent Tendencies was pinned now, and the opponent had forced her muzzle upwards to leave throat unprotected. She could submit and perhaps save her life, but what if they killed her anyways? She'd die a coward, die laying down without fighting instead of doing her best to get up. Un-acceptable. Female would summon up that last bit of strength, last bit of adrenaline, and try to roll over, trying to knock the wolf off her. Attack would be weak, and probably wouldn't have time to take effect before the enemy killed her, but if she died, she had died fighting. That was the only end for this wolf.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Violent Tendencies watched the Alpha eat, and saliva pooled in jaws, slowly dripping down as she imagined eating the wonderfull carcass. She was starving and hadn't eaten in a couple of weeks, thus was pretty close to dying. She lay herself down, stomach on the ground, and began to crawl forward silently, parting muzzle a bit. Wolf insticts would be to steal, and perhaps she could do it unnoticed. . .
