Post by Whillie on Sept 11, 2008 15:08:38 GMT -5
Alt Name: Whillamenia
Desired IC prefix: Rain please.
thankyou.
Gender: female
Mate: n/a
Desired Rank: I honestly don't care. I have the maturity and activity to fill the rank of deputy if needed though.
Desired Clan: SnowClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality): Whillie’s a young she-cat with pale gray pelt. Her ears and paws are a darker shade of gray and the tip of her tail is white. Whillie’s very slender and lithe and wiry. Whillie has an inquisitive, good-natured, social, and outgoing personality, Clan borders wouldn’t stop her from making friends but she is extremely devoted to her family. But her extrovert qualities could cause some problems in battle if confronted by a friend, but she would always be loyal to her family. She is very well composed but her patience is close to nothing.
I know this is poorly put together but I’m simply awful at anything having to do with desc like descriptions. D:
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: I have been roleplaying for 6 years on and off now. I have read the warriors series and I was a deputy of DarkClan when the dream first opened.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Terrified pregnant dog tensed as suddenly the brute of large proportions hurtled himself through the air. The path of flight he took would result in his landing on her slender shoulders. A brief thought crossed the hybrid's confused mind as she wondered whether he knew that he was probably big enough to break a bone. Get out of the way and fight back! Petra's sharp tone rang through Mallt's head. She was back! Dispose of him, get him away from you. Petra urged. Time seemed to have slowed down as the alter ego and the delusional female communicated. Her trust in Petra's words urged the petite coyote mix forward. Mocha fur bristled along a slim spine and her tawny legs worked fast. The terrifying phobia of anger probing her wildness, Mallt surged on. Rage reared its ugly head as the mutt hurtled herself to the side with a sudden burst of agility as her mood once more took a swing.
The beast landed in the pliable earth, spinning around to face her once more. His clawed paw sailed through the air, towards her shoulder. Incapable of thought process; the muscled pregnant dog thrust herself forward. Fanged jaws split, aiming to actually fix around the brute's right paw. Teeth mixed with saliva would hope to sink into the delicate skin that was the top of the paw. As she lunged forward; a slight thud on her side was noted as the brute's left paw as his assault on her rather grotesque face was foiled by her sudden offensive mood swing. A throb of pain from the contact between the brute's huge paw and her side was not noticed. When pure craziness took over, nothing was noticed but the desired target.
If she were to succeed in getting a hold of the pack mate’s paw, she would take a brief moment to sink her teeth in and worsen the pain before pulling away. The next attack would depend on Opposer's actions. If she were to miss the brute's paw, she would continue on running forward; carried by momentum and try to avoid any follow up attacks by her contender.
This was a fight between my schizophrenic alt Mallt and her packmate, Opposer.
Potential Waterclanners, please take a look at this board as well. It has one more application question, though the question doesn't effect whether or not you're accepted: ccnextgeneration.proboards85.com/....splay&thread=30
Desired IC prefix: Rain please.
thankyou. Gender: female
Mate: n/a
Desired Rank: I honestly don't care. I have the maturity and activity to fill the rank of deputy if needed though.
Desired Clan: SnowClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality): Whillie’s a young she-cat with pale gray pelt. Her ears and paws are a darker shade of gray and the tip of her tail is white. Whillie’s very slender and lithe and wiry. Whillie has an inquisitive, good-natured, social, and outgoing personality, Clan borders wouldn’t stop her from making friends but she is extremely devoted to her family. But her extrovert qualities could cause some problems in battle if confronted by a friend, but she would always be loyal to her family. She is very well composed but her patience is close to nothing.
I know this is poorly put together but I’m simply awful at anything having to do with desc like descriptions. D:
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: I have been roleplaying for 6 years on and off now. I have read the warriors series and I was a deputy of DarkClan when the dream first opened.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Terrified pregnant dog tensed as suddenly the brute of large proportions hurtled himself through the air. The path of flight he took would result in his landing on her slender shoulders. A brief thought crossed the hybrid's confused mind as she wondered whether he knew that he was probably big enough to break a bone. Get out of the way and fight back! Petra's sharp tone rang through Mallt's head. She was back! Dispose of him, get him away from you. Petra urged. Time seemed to have slowed down as the alter ego and the delusional female communicated. Her trust in Petra's words urged the petite coyote mix forward. Mocha fur bristled along a slim spine and her tawny legs worked fast. The terrifying phobia of anger probing her wildness, Mallt surged on. Rage reared its ugly head as the mutt hurtled herself to the side with a sudden burst of agility as her mood once more took a swing.
The beast landed in the pliable earth, spinning around to face her once more. His clawed paw sailed through the air, towards her shoulder. Incapable of thought process; the muscled pregnant dog thrust herself forward. Fanged jaws split, aiming to actually fix around the brute's right paw. Teeth mixed with saliva would hope to sink into the delicate skin that was the top of the paw. As she lunged forward; a slight thud on her side was noted as the brute's left paw as his assault on her rather grotesque face was foiled by her sudden offensive mood swing. A throb of pain from the contact between the brute's huge paw and her side was not noticed. When pure craziness took over, nothing was noticed but the desired target.
If she were to succeed in getting a hold of the pack mate’s paw, she would take a brief moment to sink her teeth in and worsen the pain before pulling away. The next attack would depend on Opposer's actions. If she were to miss the brute's paw, she would continue on running forward; carried by momentum and try to avoid any follow up attacks by her contender.
This was a fight between my schizophrenic alt Mallt and her packmate, Opposer.
Potential Waterclanners, please take a look at this board as well. It has one more application question, though the question doesn't effect whether or not you're accepted: ccnextgeneration.proboards85.com/....splay&thread=30
