Post by lineages on Feb 18, 2006 4:25:19 GMT -5
Basic Information
Applying Character:
Lineages
Character's Age:
Willing to play unborn.
Gender:
Male
Mate:
None.
Offspring:
None.
Description / Personality:
Adult desc:
Inimical virile of murderous manners. Persuasive integument of obsidian pigmentation, muscular limbs plunged on crimson hue. Cardinal auditives seemed more drawn out than the other wolves'; they'd catch any movement or sound emitted by the creatures that surrounded him. Mandible formed by atrocious fangs, he'd be ready to assault anyone that approached too much. Oculars scanned the terrain, aware of any signs of danger. {This is my furc desc and may change if I get to play somebody’s litter.}
Whelp desc:
Just another reclusive young brute he was; no diginity, no contempt, no anguish he felt. A wicked soul residing within a not-so-petite figure, which was rounded by obsidian ectoderm. Claws and fangs promising to soon grow up upon his fingers and mandible; he’d develop faster than the other juveniles, for some reason. Twin oculars, bathed into crimson complexion, kept a repellent glance upon the other creatures. A repulsive, detestable little hellion.
{Again, willing to change.}
History:
None yet.
Species:
Timber wolf x Hellhound
{Willing to change.}
Desired rank and reason:
Pup.
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.)
(Hm. All I got is something I posted on the IC yesterday, after Misconcept ran away from that fight against you guys. This character is quite new, sorry.)
Lineages padded into the unfamiliar territory, his snout lifted skywards; nares sniffed the air. He could feel the scent of blood in that area, mixed with the aroma of the other wolves who rested in there; it made him feel pleased and sadistic at the thought of feeling the taste of that crimson liquid streaming from his mandible, going down his throat... Brute shook his skull, glance would then focus on the female who managed an imperative body language. Some of the other wolves seemed to act submissive towards her when he first looked around that place; it seemed interesting and at the same time comical to him.
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Lineages. Conscience fell back on him as the young brute’s onyx nostrils flared, detecting an unfamiliar scent nearby. Crimson auditives oscillated, harkening to someone shifting closer to where he layed. Eyelids immediately unblocked to expose the obsidian juveniles’ scarlet tinged oculars, they made their way through the lands, trying to identify who was the fool who dared to surround him. Despiteful glance fell upon the embodiment of an adult male, Line would soon realize he was a blacklisted wolf; he had been taught about their descriptions earlier. He’d attempt to sneak away and try to find a fully grown packmate to help him with the adversary; if unsucessful, he’d overlap his maw and emit a loud whimper, hoping someone would hear it.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Lineages snorted, before sitting upon his haunches and scanning the wolf of higher rank verbally threatening him for no specific reason. ‘Some of us can be such jerks..’, he tought to himself, before rolling his eyes at the ‘mature’ packmate. Appendage remained immobile behind his juvenile figure, auds perked down at the others’ presence, showing him the submissive body language, even tough he wished to act very nasty at that moment. After harkening to what the virile had to say, his jowl spread out, as pink muscle lolled off, and voice emitted from his throat. ‘So.. Are you done yet?’.
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?:
Lineages took in some deep breaths, scarlet oculars made their way through his own embodiment as he realized how bloodstained he was. The injuries would soon start to torment him even more, the young brute needed to find a way to skip that fight and find a place to rest that night. Also, he had no intentions on dieing, at least not now. As he sat down upon the blood-soaked terrain, appendage curled around his figure and auditives perked down; he was acting submissive in an attempt to stay alive. ‘Alright, you win.’, he muttered, his face showed no regret or miscarriage.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Lineages just layed there with his companions, watching the couple of alphas digging his claws and fangs into the flesh of the kill, some drool fell off his mandible as it spread out a little. His stomach had been making loud sounds some time ago, the young brute was already feeling lethargic because of the lack of food. But what was there for him to do, eat grass? No, he would wait until they leave the carcass for the other packmates and try to take some nibbles. Skull rested upon crimson dipped foremitts, as a deep whimper emitted from his throat. ‘ugh..’
Applying Character:
Lineages
Character's Age:
Willing to play unborn.
Gender:
Male
Mate:
None.
Offspring:
None.
Description / Personality:
Adult desc:
Inimical virile of murderous manners. Persuasive integument of obsidian pigmentation, muscular limbs plunged on crimson hue. Cardinal auditives seemed more drawn out than the other wolves'; they'd catch any movement or sound emitted by the creatures that surrounded him. Mandible formed by atrocious fangs, he'd be ready to assault anyone that approached too much. Oculars scanned the terrain, aware of any signs of danger. {This is my furc desc and may change if I get to play somebody’s litter.}
Whelp desc:
Just another reclusive young brute he was; no diginity, no contempt, no anguish he felt. A wicked soul residing within a not-so-petite figure, which was rounded by obsidian ectoderm. Claws and fangs promising to soon grow up upon his fingers and mandible; he’d develop faster than the other juveniles, for some reason. Twin oculars, bathed into crimson complexion, kept a repellent glance upon the other creatures. A repulsive, detestable little hellion.
{Again, willing to change.}
History:
None yet.
Species:
Timber wolf x Hellhound
{Willing to change.}
Desired rank and reason:
Pup.
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.)
(Hm. All I got is something I posted on the IC yesterday, after Misconcept ran away from that fight against you guys. This character is quite new, sorry.)
Lineages padded into the unfamiliar territory, his snout lifted skywards; nares sniffed the air. He could feel the scent of blood in that area, mixed with the aroma of the other wolves who rested in there; it made him feel pleased and sadistic at the thought of feeling the taste of that crimson liquid streaming from his mandible, going down his throat... Brute shook his skull, glance would then focus on the female who managed an imperative body language. Some of the other wolves seemed to act submissive towards her when he first looked around that place; it seemed interesting and at the same time comical to him.
You see a blacklisted wolf approaching and no other fellow packmates are around:
Lineages. Conscience fell back on him as the young brute’s onyx nostrils flared, detecting an unfamiliar scent nearby. Crimson auditives oscillated, harkening to someone shifting closer to where he layed. Eyelids immediately unblocked to expose the obsidian juveniles’ scarlet tinged oculars, they made their way through the lands, trying to identify who was the fool who dared to surround him. Despiteful glance fell upon the embodiment of an adult male, Line would soon realize he was a blacklisted wolf; he had been taught about their descriptions earlier. He’d attempt to sneak away and try to find a fully grown packmate to help him with the adversary; if unsucessful, he’d overlap his maw and emit a loud whimper, hoping someone would hear it.
A higher ranking member verbally threatens you:
Lineages snorted, before sitting upon his haunches and scanning the wolf of higher rank verbally threatening him for no specific reason. ‘Some of us can be such jerks..’, he tought to himself, before rolling his eyes at the ‘mature’ packmate. Appendage remained immobile behind his juvenile figure, auds perked down at the others’ presence, showing him the submissive body language, even tough he wished to act very nasty at that moment. After harkening to what the virile had to say, his jowl spread out, as pink muscle lolled off, and voice emitted from his throat. ‘So.. Are you done yet?’.
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?:
Lineages took in some deep breaths, scarlet oculars made their way through his own embodiment as he realized how bloodstained he was. The injuries would soon start to torment him even more, the young brute needed to find a way to skip that fight and find a place to rest that night. Also, he had no intentions on dieing, at least not now. As he sat down upon the blood-soaked terrain, appendage curled around his figure and auditives perked down; he was acting submissive in an attempt to stay alive. ‘Alright, you win.’, he muttered, his face showed no regret or miscarriage.
You haven't ate in days and you're begining to feel fatigue while the alpha feasts on the fresh kill infront of you:
Lineages just layed there with his companions, watching the couple of alphas digging his claws and fangs into the flesh of the kill, some drool fell off his mandible as it spread out a little. His stomach had been making loud sounds some time ago, the young brute was already feeling lethargic because of the lack of food. But what was there for him to do, eat grass? No, he would wait until they leave the carcass for the other packmates and try to take some nibbles. Skull rested upon crimson dipped foremitts, as a deep whimper emitted from his throat. ‘ugh..’
