Post by Toralu is the Sex on Aug 11, 2009 20:22:18 GMT
OOC
Furcadia Character Name: Toralu
Online Hours: Get on at about 11 AM furcadia time, and 12 AM furcadia time.
Age: 15 years
Why do you think we should let you into our Heirachy?: Well, you know Selvaggio, and you know she is sexy. So there
IC
Character Name: Toralu
Gender: Male
Age: 3.5 years
Origins: Central America
Species (Please list breed standards, colours, and, if multiple breeds, each seperate Species): Dire Wolf- Grey wolf, with black marking on the back, the maw, and the tail, as well as other places, and teal color eyes.
Height: 3'1"
Weight: 130 lbs
Chosen Rank: Sentinels(I voted for this); higher rank if you want.
Why do you desire this Rank?: First Dire wolf I've used, since I don't like the population overflow, and the height and weight of the breed is best used for fighting than anything.
Roleplay Example (Minimum requirement of 5 sentences): { Im using my RP example from Silenz, my fox alt in BIP }Fox wasn't too happy, being that she had to smell cat, yet again. Tasted good, but the smell made her scrunch up her nose, although it seemed the smell was permanent. Pissed, and reeking of cat, female followed her alpha, trying not to be to close to him, or his son.'They reek of cat too...' What she didn't notice, though, was that the smells had been getting stronger as they walked forward, and it wasn't until Zip haulted them, that she now noticed. They were being invaded.... by sabers. 'Oh great. More cat.' Her mind was her sanctuary, and it helped her to keep her mouth closed at desperate times. For her age, she was considered to be wise and thoughtful, but a little too open to new things, like when Dimetra tried to start that harem with her. Alpha, of course, wouldn't fucking allow it, but it wasn't like she cared. When did she? Her whole exsistance was based around one belief: If you don't show affection, your loved ones shall not be harmed. Silent sigh fell out of her. Watching her Alpha leap down, she tried to way her options. Option one, go down and help, or option two, produce enough failure to sit up here and watch her old ass Zip get eaten alive. The first option sounded like a win, so she followed suit, but not completely. Instead of jumping off the same way the leader did, she wen't around, finding a bush that was nestled right where she needed it to. The fact that she smelled like a retched feline, in fact, covered her scent. If someone detected her, it would be, and only be, if she made a sound, but she has never been one to speak, not ever. Sometimes, she was called a mute, and other times she was called unique. The second one made her feel like a circus act. Although, she knew this fight would be a tough one, being that she looked like a miniature figurine compared to these ugly beasts, she would still duke it out, and would make sure to not ever back down. Ever. 'Never back down...' Mind repeated this to her over and over again, as her orbs looked at the scene in front of her. If she was needed, she would be close enough to attack, regardless of her size.
Did you read the rules?: White elephants never forget.
