Post by bigmouth on Feb 28, 2006 19:49:26 GMT -5
Applying Character: [glow=red,2,300]Bigmouth[/glow]
Character's Age: 1
Gender: female
Mate: nope
Offspring: nope
Description / Personality: Bubbly, enthusiastic, headstrong, and so on.
History: n/a
Species: mexican & gray wolf
Desired rank and reason: Judge, Sentinel, Prophet or a Scout..
When she gets into something, she dedicates herself thoroughly; though she also has a good judge of character, and knows when someone should be put into their place, though also very open-minded and speaks the truth, even if foolish at certain times. She also is very trustworthy and devoted, and quite a sleek stalker.
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.)
[past posts]
Bigmouth kept hushed, only offering impish notions and angered noises. Precious mutt burrowed amongst daddy, inquisitive eyeing had begun towards neon tainted belle, huffing faintly. Aerials twirled in delight amongst braincase as curious glance was offered to another approaching individual. Svelte mandible nosed delicately amongst neck line of beloved daddy; lithe boa pursing itself along she rib lining of behemoth that was adjacent her, offering a teasing grin towards damsel who tattled on her earlier on.
Bigmouth grinned is pleasure as daddy graced her with stoic attentions. Even after quite angry, enthusiastic diplsay overwhelmed complexion, noticing another appear; Crucifying. Miniature neonate was way too bubbly for her age, and that were surely lead to a not so good future, but who cared? Impish grin delineated along pliable rims as voids lingered back to luminescent maiden, staring at her blankly, somewhat in disgust for her words. What harm was she doing? Mere snort bellowed from preized vocals, dignity still flourished, even after being treated like she was by Smir.
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Bigmouth... Reluctantly pliable rims up heaved, sputtering noises seemed to project from within mandible; inaudibly growling. Tension corrupted on her posture, throwing her a tad off balance as shanks regained their picture-perfect poise. Oscillation claimed motivation along posterior, wretched feeling tainted naiad. Anarchy reigned as a diversion for the miniature one, a chaste sadistic creature, if you will. Mayhem flooded within precious voids as anxiety seemed to prosper fluently, readying herself for damn near anything. [made when she was a puppy]
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Bigmouth… Though hasty, mongrel distastefully swaggered in a unenthusiastic demeanor. Stock-still and nerve racked, neonate settled epitome endearingly close along anything beneath, as if taking a submissive stance. A quick jolt of panic singed through her; though quite royally pissed off, no vocals were exerted back, and she kept submersed along expanse in only a way to preserve her own dignity by keeping her trap shut. [made when she was a puppy]
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?:
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Character's Age: 1
Gender: female
Mate: nope
Offspring: nope
Description / Personality: Bubbly, enthusiastic, headstrong, and so on.
History: n/a
Species: mexican & gray wolf
Desired rank and reason: Judge, Sentinel, Prophet or a Scout..
When she gets into something, she dedicates herself thoroughly; though she also has a good judge of character, and knows when someone should be put into their place, though also very open-minded and speaks the truth, even if foolish at certain times. She also is very trustworthy and devoted, and quite a sleek stalker.
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.)
[past posts]
Bigmouth kept hushed, only offering impish notions and angered noises. Precious mutt burrowed amongst daddy, inquisitive eyeing had begun towards neon tainted belle, huffing faintly. Aerials twirled in delight amongst braincase as curious glance was offered to another approaching individual. Svelte mandible nosed delicately amongst neck line of beloved daddy; lithe boa pursing itself along she rib lining of behemoth that was adjacent her, offering a teasing grin towards damsel who tattled on her earlier on.
Bigmouth grinned is pleasure as daddy graced her with stoic attentions. Even after quite angry, enthusiastic diplsay overwhelmed complexion, noticing another appear; Crucifying. Miniature neonate was way too bubbly for her age, and that were surely lead to a not so good future, but who cared? Impish grin delineated along pliable rims as voids lingered back to luminescent maiden, staring at her blankly, somewhat in disgust for her words. What harm was she doing? Mere snort bellowed from preized vocals, dignity still flourished, even after being treated like she was by Smir.
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Bigmouth... Reluctantly pliable rims up heaved, sputtering noises seemed to project from within mandible; inaudibly growling. Tension corrupted on her posture, throwing her a tad off balance as shanks regained their picture-perfect poise. Oscillation claimed motivation along posterior, wretched feeling tainted naiad. Anarchy reigned as a diversion for the miniature one, a chaste sadistic creature, if you will. Mayhem flooded within precious voids as anxiety seemed to prosper fluently, readying herself for damn near anything. [made when she was a puppy]
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Bigmouth… Though hasty, mongrel distastefully swaggered in a unenthusiastic demeanor. Stock-still and nerve racked, neonate settled epitome endearingly close along anything beneath, as if taking a submissive stance. A quick jolt of panic singed through her; though quite royally pissed off, no vocals were exerted back, and she kept submersed along expanse in only a way to preserve her own dignity by keeping her trap shut. [made when she was a puppy]
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?:
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
