Post by software on Jul 7, 2010 18:11:15 GMT -5
Name: Butch
Nicknames: Software
Breed: Hyena (Slightly mutated/evolved)
Sex: Female
Measurements:
- Height: 3'2
- Weight: 200 lbs
Mate(He/she will have to fill an app): No.
Offspring(If any): No.
Reason for joining: Hack. And I was asked to.
Position applying for: Warrior.
OOC personality: Pretty calm. I like to joke a lot when I'm happy. Only really stupid things can get me really angry. I'm pretty easy to go by.
IC personality: Indifferent actions, and rough words to those she doesn't know, or respect. Manipulative to get that she, or those she 'likes', want. Loyal to death, to the proper leader, of course. Knows she's superior to many, her false 'respect' is earned easily. A traitor, if earned as one.
Appearance(Pictures or weblinks are acceptable): Pending, I'll link soon. I have to finish the drawing.
Roleplay Samples:
Beast moved along the path marked by the constant movement of wolves. Halloween eyes laid their gaze upon the shelter of a lapine prey. The comforting warmth and constant sound of it's quick breathing worked as signals of it's presence. Approaching the entrace of said hideout, silent as death, she snorted. Kneeling and introducing her head into the hole, cold did her breath pour into the depths of the burrow. Jaws parted into a snarl, snapping together audibly. Paws of iron struggled to stretch the entrace. Shall the rabbit dig deeper, she'd follow. Jaws snapped wildly, following her prey. With a final snap, victory was hers to celebrate. Muzzle dyed red, grin spreading.
Butch, a creature with a mouth of wrath and cunning, promising lies approached the territory of a beast. One she had yet to meet and fear. The voices of her twisted mind, which polluted it with such a colorful vocabulary, pushed her forward into the dungeon of said beast. Heavy drool drippled from her parted jaws, the sweet smell of putrefaction emerged from said cage, reference to the hyena's unhealthy diet. She fed upon the rotting carcasses she successfully stole, along the prey she managed to hunt. A thief to meet her needs.
"The White Wolf Waited Silently."
Nicknames: Software
Breed: Hyena (Slightly mutated/evolved)
Sex: Female
Measurements:
- Height: 3'2
- Weight: 200 lbs
Mate(He/she will have to fill an app): No.
Offspring(If any): No.
Reason for joining: Hack. And I was asked to.
Position applying for: Warrior.
OOC personality: Pretty calm. I like to joke a lot when I'm happy. Only really stupid things can get me really angry. I'm pretty easy to go by.
IC personality: Indifferent actions, and rough words to those she doesn't know, or respect. Manipulative to get that she, or those she 'likes', want. Loyal to death, to the proper leader, of course. Knows she's superior to many, her false 'respect' is earned easily. A traitor, if earned as one.
Appearance(Pictures or weblinks are acceptable): Pending, I'll link soon. I have to finish the drawing.
Roleplay Samples:
Beast moved along the path marked by the constant movement of wolves. Halloween eyes laid their gaze upon the shelter of a lapine prey. The comforting warmth and constant sound of it's quick breathing worked as signals of it's presence. Approaching the entrace of said hideout, silent as death, she snorted. Kneeling and introducing her head into the hole, cold did her breath pour into the depths of the burrow. Jaws parted into a snarl, snapping together audibly. Paws of iron struggled to stretch the entrace. Shall the rabbit dig deeper, she'd follow. Jaws snapped wildly, following her prey. With a final snap, victory was hers to celebrate. Muzzle dyed red, grin spreading.
Butch, a creature with a mouth of wrath and cunning, promising lies approached the territory of a beast. One she had yet to meet and fear. The voices of her twisted mind, which polluted it with such a colorful vocabulary, pushed her forward into the dungeon of said beast. Heavy drool drippled from her parted jaws, the sweet smell of putrefaction emerged from said cage, reference to the hyena's unhealthy diet. She fed upon the rotting carcasses she successfully stole, along the prey she managed to hunt. A thief to meet her needs.
"The White Wolf Waited Silently."