Post by devono on Nov 4, 2009 3:15:43 GMT
[glow=green,2,300]OOC[/glow]
Furcadia Character Name: Devono
Online Hours: 3:30 PM to 7:00 PM FST weekdays; weekends are generally on any time, for a span of at least four hours daily (usually).
Age: 14
Why do you think we should let you into our Heirachy?:
OOCly? I know you guys, and I have fun RPing with you. BFA is a strong pack but, despite that, it still needs new members; my character is, quite obviously, new, and if accepted, will be a member. New + member = victory dance for BFA.
Of course, ICly? Devono has a few attributes that'll benefit the pack. For instance, he's incredibly logic-oriented, which gives him a stellar view of battle plans. He's organized, which is always helpful. He's quiet, and doesn't like to cause trouble, which is a blessing in itself in a time of drama. And he can fight well enough to save his life, and kick a little butt along the way.
[glow=green,2,300]IC[/glow]
Character Name: Devono
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Origins: The North American Continent, several miles North of the American-Canadian border, born to a pack that he left as a yearling.
Species (Please list breed standards, colours, and, if multiple breeds, each seperate Species):
Canis lycaon: Eastern Wolf, sometimes known as Eastern Canadian Wolf, Eastern Timber Wolf, or Eastern Gray Wolf. Generally smaller and skinnier than the Gray Wolf, the Eastern Wolf is mostly a grayish-brown color, with back and/or sides covered in long black hairs. A reddish tint is often found behind their ears. They can weigh anywhere from 40 pounds to 140 pounds. An Eastern Wolf can be roughly 4 feet to 6.5 feet from nose to tail tip. On average, a wolf will stand somewhere along 34" at its shoulder. They can be varying shades of brown, white, silver, black, or cream and tan.
Height: 33" at shoulder
Weight: 112 lbs
Chosen Rank: Sentinel.
Why do you desire this Rank?:
-Devono, while not "oddly" large - in fact, he's about average size - is brilliant in a fight, not only because of his logical thinking. His eyes are unnerving when stared into them, as though on a battlefield, and despite his average size, he's strong enough to be an asset and not a nuisance. He's also very attentive to his surroundings, making him a decent guard if the needed arose.
Roleplay Example:
07/06/09 22:22:09 * Jagged Edge of Lightning. It was night, it had been night, and though night was not here forever, the indigo sky stretched from horizon to horizon and gave the illusion of disappearing into infinity. It was under the cover of a a sky airbrushed with stars that the almost-but-not-quite harlequin-markinged she-cat approached. She knew this territory well - wore the paint of the Tribe, in fact - though she had never explored the camp, never slept within its rock walls. The shadows cloaked the rocks that surrounded her, all except for those menacing ones that stood silent sentry at the front of the camp, and so she was not so wary, but she was certainly careful how she stepped. The sound of running water soothed nerves raw from paranoia, and it was to this sound that she padded. She had come this night, this first night of the Tribe, to truly become one of them. The other day, she had been proclaimed one of Frozen Ice - they had told her, "you're with us" - but she was not truly "one of them" until she had slept among them. Not until she had pried apart the jaws of the beast and pranced among the lion's den. So now she was coming, past the fangs of rock and stone, to stand in the middle of the clearing. Oh, did she hold herself proudly, even though the fear was there upon her scent. She had been a kittypet once upon a time, and though she was no stranger to cold and wind and rain and hunger, though she had made friends with agony and terror, this was new. She was surrounded by rocks, all staring at her with gray, still faces, and she was amid those that might want her to die. So how else should she feel? With a deep breath sliding through her nose, Jag stepped forward again. "H-hello?" She hated how her voice quivered just that touch, but she could not change what was already spoken, could not strengthen the notes that shook and trembled.
[That's from a cat roleplay. If you'd like a wolf example, I can give that, too.]
Did you read the rules?: Bottletop Treasurehunters; White Elephants never forget
Furcadia Character Name: Devono
Online Hours: 3:30 PM to 7:00 PM FST weekdays; weekends are generally on any time, for a span of at least four hours daily (usually).
Age: 14
Why do you think we should let you into our Heirachy?:
OOCly? I know you guys, and I have fun RPing with you. BFA is a strong pack but, despite that, it still needs new members; my character is, quite obviously, new, and if accepted, will be a member. New + member = victory dance for BFA.
Of course, ICly? Devono has a few attributes that'll benefit the pack. For instance, he's incredibly logic-oriented, which gives him a stellar view of battle plans. He's organized, which is always helpful. He's quiet, and doesn't like to cause trouble, which is a blessing in itself in a time of drama. And he can fight well enough to save his life, and kick a little butt along the way.
[glow=green,2,300]IC[/glow]
Character Name: Devono
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Origins: The North American Continent, several miles North of the American-Canadian border, born to a pack that he left as a yearling.
Species (Please list breed standards, colours, and, if multiple breeds, each seperate Species):
Canis lycaon: Eastern Wolf, sometimes known as Eastern Canadian Wolf, Eastern Timber Wolf, or Eastern Gray Wolf. Generally smaller and skinnier than the Gray Wolf, the Eastern Wolf is mostly a grayish-brown color, with back and/or sides covered in long black hairs. A reddish tint is often found behind their ears. They can weigh anywhere from 40 pounds to 140 pounds. An Eastern Wolf can be roughly 4 feet to 6.5 feet from nose to tail tip. On average, a wolf will stand somewhere along 34" at its shoulder. They can be varying shades of brown, white, silver, black, or cream and tan.
Height: 33" at shoulder
Weight: 112 lbs
Chosen Rank: Sentinel.
Why do you desire this Rank?:
-Devono, while not "oddly" large - in fact, he's about average size - is brilliant in a fight, not only because of his logical thinking. His eyes are unnerving when stared into them, as though on a battlefield, and despite his average size, he's strong enough to be an asset and not a nuisance. He's also very attentive to his surroundings, making him a decent guard if the needed arose.
Roleplay Example:
07/06/09 22:22:09 * Jagged Edge of Lightning. It was night, it had been night, and though night was not here forever, the indigo sky stretched from horizon to horizon and gave the illusion of disappearing into infinity. It was under the cover of a a sky airbrushed with stars that the almost-but-not-quite harlequin-markinged she-cat approached. She knew this territory well - wore the paint of the Tribe, in fact - though she had never explored the camp, never slept within its rock walls. The shadows cloaked the rocks that surrounded her, all except for those menacing ones that stood silent sentry at the front of the camp, and so she was not so wary, but she was certainly careful how she stepped. The sound of running water soothed nerves raw from paranoia, and it was to this sound that she padded. She had come this night, this first night of the Tribe, to truly become one of them. The other day, she had been proclaimed one of Frozen Ice - they had told her, "you're with us" - but she was not truly "one of them" until she had slept among them. Not until she had pried apart the jaws of the beast and pranced among the lion's den. So now she was coming, past the fangs of rock and stone, to stand in the middle of the clearing. Oh, did she hold herself proudly, even though the fear was there upon her scent. She had been a kittypet once upon a time, and though she was no stranger to cold and wind and rain and hunger, though she had made friends with agony and terror, this was new. She was surrounded by rocks, all staring at her with gray, still faces, and she was amid those that might want her to die. So how else should she feel? With a deep breath sliding through her nose, Jag stepped forward again. "H-hello?" She hated how her voice quivered just that touch, but she could not change what was already spoken, could not strengthen the notes that shook and trembled.
[That's from a cat roleplay. If you'd like a wolf example, I can give that, too.]
Did you read the rules?: Bottletop Treasurehunters; White Elephants never forget