Post by Disfigured on Jan 21, 2007 20:28:13 GMT -5
Character name: Disfigured
Age: 3 years
Weight: 106 Pounds
Height: 4'
Species: Wolf
Most used alt: Disfigured
History: Disfigured's History isn't much but here goes : Disfigured was born in the forest from to noble wolves. Hunters searched and prayed to catch Wolves for there pelts, hearing they could get rich from a sertant kind. Her father had died trying to save disfirgureds family, her the only surviver from this horrible past. Disfigured grew up with wild wolves that feed her, sheltered her, watched out for, and etc.. Disfigured left the wolves that had fostered her and went to explore the world around her. Moving to forest to forest looking for adventures, and a wolf pack. Finding a pack that would finnialy take her in hopefully. No doubts if they would or not. She had learned to attack and fight by the wolves that had fostered her for all those years.
Desired Rank: Elite
Why do you think you are fit for this rank?: Well, My character Disfigured likes to protect anyone thats in need of help. I am a good fighter and thats why i feel as if this rank should be good for me if i get approved X3
Post a short Role playing example of your choice: Disfigured sat there her hauches curled under her underbelly. Massive paws shifted slightly as she would look around. Her Amethyst Visionary's scanning the surroundings. Disfigured massive fae she was. Hark's lowered to her cranium as her lips curled back, revealing her ivories. Amethyst optics settleing down on an interuder, perhaps. Disfigured never took chances when it came to outsiders. Pulling her Spinal up as she would pull herself into a sitting position, the night's rays reflection off of her visionarys, giving away her hiding place within the wrath of the night. Her talons unsheathed as she dug them within the earths dirt. Saliva dripping off of her massive jowls as she would continue to bare her ivories. Snapping a warning towards the interuder that happenedly to be her packs terra. Growls could be heard from her as they escaped her larnyx. Whipcord lashed the earth kicking up dirt and such, her whipcord now lashing her sides. Ivories still bared as she would watch the interuder leave her sight. Laying back down as she would lick the saliva off of her massive jowls.
Did you read all the rules?: Yes ( " The new Guy")
Age: 3 years
Weight: 106 Pounds
Height: 4'
Species: Wolf
Most used alt: Disfigured
History: Disfigured's History isn't much but here goes : Disfigured was born in the forest from to noble wolves. Hunters searched and prayed to catch Wolves for there pelts, hearing they could get rich from a sertant kind. Her father had died trying to save disfirgureds family, her the only surviver from this horrible past. Disfigured grew up with wild wolves that feed her, sheltered her, watched out for, and etc.. Disfigured left the wolves that had fostered her and went to explore the world around her. Moving to forest to forest looking for adventures, and a wolf pack. Finding a pack that would finnialy take her in hopefully. No doubts if they would or not. She had learned to attack and fight by the wolves that had fostered her for all those years.
Desired Rank: Elite
Why do you think you are fit for this rank?: Well, My character Disfigured likes to protect anyone thats in need of help. I am a good fighter and thats why i feel as if this rank should be good for me if i get approved X3
Post a short Role playing example of your choice: Disfigured sat there her hauches curled under her underbelly. Massive paws shifted slightly as she would look around. Her Amethyst Visionary's scanning the surroundings. Disfigured massive fae she was. Hark's lowered to her cranium as her lips curled back, revealing her ivories. Amethyst optics settleing down on an interuder, perhaps. Disfigured never took chances when it came to outsiders. Pulling her Spinal up as she would pull herself into a sitting position, the night's rays reflection off of her visionarys, giving away her hiding place within the wrath of the night. Her talons unsheathed as she dug them within the earths dirt. Saliva dripping off of her massive jowls as she would continue to bare her ivories. Snapping a warning towards the interuder that happenedly to be her packs terra. Growls could be heard from her as they escaped her larnyx. Whipcord lashed the earth kicking up dirt and such, her whipcord now lashing her sides. Ivories still bared as she would watch the interuder leave her sight. Laying back down as she would lick the saliva off of her massive jowls.
Did you read all the rules?: Yes ( " The new Guy")
