Post by Boycott on Feb 20, 2007 22:58:27 GMT -5
Name: Boycott ( IC she preferres the below )
Nickname: Cotton
Gender: Female
Age: 4 Years
Mass:
Website(or picture): i19.tinypic.com/4bz5z79.png
Rank you desire(not for sure you will receive this rank):
I don't really mind what rank she gets. Though, ICly, she's the type to assert herself in a high situation.
Species:. An awkward mix of wolven dire and the blood of the black shuck descendents. Further speculation would show timber, mackenzie, and red wolf genes.
Description:.
An elegant sort of suave adorned both physical aspects and mental thinkings and actions of the matured protagonist. Evident lines were shown upon her torso, cage, limbs, and spine; contorted shapes making up the length of her muscle mass. A row of fur ran along the length of her spine, halting at the mid shoulder and ear lobe, this 'fur' being, what seemed, a mohawk of sorts. When movement was given small clinks and clicks would be registered, produced by the chain factor dangling from her rigid nape; this piece of attire littered with small pendants of it's own. Hearts, tears, guitars, fiddles, skulls, clocks, animals, and bones. Her category was bred for agility and endurance, like a big ol' CAT loader; throwing the weight around to get the job done.
Sample RP Post:
( Log Post from Alt; I have to leave in a few minutes and don't have time to type too much.. :/ )
War Song. Soft clicks sounded. Elegant form strode above the soil with all signs of the hunter's lineage. A snarl began it's own tempered reign upon the grazed snout of the she, the appearance of another wolven creature causing a sudden flaring of alarm; flaming desperately until faded in the never ending cold. Foolish actions would not be reckoned with though so a clear slate would be returned to all facial appearances. Malevolent scorn was mentally passed to this stranger, demoralized rumble emitting for a expanse of her time; ceased in the end. "'ello, stranger." Sage voice muttered in a baritone bark, almost crisp like the tones had been unused for awhile; the cold was getting to her. Elongated limbs trembled with the breeze though returned to a rigid state as she sat, keenly awaiting a reply from this femme.
Have you been in another pack?: With this alt? No. With other alts? Yes.
Why do you want to join this pack?:
Because my alt needs a pack. Simple as that. :/
Nickname: Cotton
Gender: Female
Age: 4 Years
Mass:
Website(or picture): i19.tinypic.com/4bz5z79.png
Rank you desire(not for sure you will receive this rank):
I don't really mind what rank she gets. Though, ICly, she's the type to assert herself in a high situation.
Species:. An awkward mix of wolven dire and the blood of the black shuck descendents. Further speculation would show timber, mackenzie, and red wolf genes.
Description:.
An elegant sort of suave adorned both physical aspects and mental thinkings and actions of the matured protagonist. Evident lines were shown upon her torso, cage, limbs, and spine; contorted shapes making up the length of her muscle mass. A row of fur ran along the length of her spine, halting at the mid shoulder and ear lobe, this 'fur' being, what seemed, a mohawk of sorts. When movement was given small clinks and clicks would be registered, produced by the chain factor dangling from her rigid nape; this piece of attire littered with small pendants of it's own. Hearts, tears, guitars, fiddles, skulls, clocks, animals, and bones. Her category was bred for agility and endurance, like a big ol' CAT loader; throwing the weight around to get the job done.
Sample RP Post:
( Log Post from Alt; I have to leave in a few minutes and don't have time to type too much.. :/ )
War Song. Soft clicks sounded. Elegant form strode above the soil with all signs of the hunter's lineage. A snarl began it's own tempered reign upon the grazed snout of the she, the appearance of another wolven creature causing a sudden flaring of alarm; flaming desperately until faded in the never ending cold. Foolish actions would not be reckoned with though so a clear slate would be returned to all facial appearances. Malevolent scorn was mentally passed to this stranger, demoralized rumble emitting for a expanse of her time; ceased in the end. "'ello, stranger." Sage voice muttered in a baritone bark, almost crisp like the tones had been unused for awhile; the cold was getting to her. Elongated limbs trembled with the breeze though returned to a rigid state as she sat, keenly awaiting a reply from this femme.
Have you been in another pack?: With this alt? No. With other alts? Yes.
Why do you want to join this pack?:
Because my alt needs a pack. Simple as that. :/
