Post by Samie on Mar 20, 2008 8:02:23 GMT -5
Character Info
Name: Samie
Meaning (optional): pregnant dog; ADHD
Age:1 year, prefferably 1 and a half.
Special Abilities (For hybrids, give the link to your accepted hybrid application): Nothing really unusuall, might apply for wings for show.
Mate: Nope
Pups: Juicy, Garme, Flubber (Yes, They can RP)
Description (personality and physical):
Punk wolf was always misunderstood. Being as young as 1 year of age, she grew to be know as ADHD Samie; meaning, She was always hyper, even in her own, and other's dreams. Her appearance was rather odd to most. Obsidian colored pelt, Long pink bangs and stripe that ran down the spinal region, a cream colored under-belly, and large black and pink wings that hauled the sky on the brightest night. She had a spiked bracelet around both front and back paws, that gave her that bad ass look. Loving to torment other's, her ways of the wolf, were unberably annoying, yet so hilarious to all.
What's your roleplay style? One liner, Semi-Para, Para, or Multi-Para: Para, Mostly Multi-para. (:
How long have you been living in WMH?: Well, Before it went down, I was in it for about, 3 years? I think?
When are you on Furc and how many times are you on Furc each week?: On furc just about every day.
Position you want and why: Beta, if possible
Second choice of position: Warrior/fighter
Have you been in any other pack? If so, tell me the names. Many packs; The Spirit Wolves, a multi-para pack. Oradon Pack on an alt; They only take in the good RPers. x3
Why have you left your pack and come to join this one? Well, I never had a pack on Samie, so this should be interesting. x3
Roleplay Information
Please do your best to provide a roleplay sample for at least two of the plots. Logs will not be accepted. If the Alphas have already seen you RP in any way, you have a choice not to provide the samples.
Roleplay approaching the Alphas:
Ebony female walked the frosty horizon; born not only with ceipa, which made it so she could not feel hot, cold, nor pain, but she was also born with the cursed ADHD heritage. Optics gazed with pools of orange. Hackles placed upon her cranium before coming to a halt, trying to be the most respectful of the pack, but failing miserably. Sam regretted joining a pack, but she needed a pack to help her stop her childish actions. Coming to a halt in front of the alpha, the large obsidian female wrapped her whipcord around her large bodice, while placing her rump onto the cold, frost bitten ground. Samie had struck an odd appearance at birth; Black fur, long pink bangs that dangled in front of her eyes, with a long small heighted mohawk running down her back. Samie had a cream colored underbelly, and that same cream color was pure down the back of her legs. Spiked bracelets around all four legs were braced tightly as the ADHD glanced towards her alphas, with the most in respect. She'd await orders, before taking another step.
Roleplay if a pup was in danger or hurt:
Samie; the ADHD female walked the lands as if they were her own, laughing slightly and chasing a butter fly. A yelp was heard. THe peircing noise halted samie, making her fringe. Lips curled upwards, revealing her large knives that were slightly tinted yellowish red. Samie may have been young, but she's fought and killed many. The trained assassin lurked to find the position of the crying pup. Finally, she'd notice the little tike in some sort of trouble with another wolf. Hackles pushed onto her cranium, pools narrowed to a dim. Before thinking, Samie pushed herself forward, leaping from the bushes then landing on her feet, warning the other with a terrible growl, she'd kill with no problems. "Back down nave, or I shall kill you here and now." She hissed, not giving the other a chance, seeing as he'd already made the whelp cry. Mitts extracted her large claws, scraping the earth's surface lightly. Samie would allow herself to lung forward, attempting to move between the other and the pup, then without hesitation, she'd swiftly, gape inwards, attempting to knock the other to the side. If this was done, another attempt would be made to grasp the neck, and pulling side to side, possibly ripping a main artery. If all this was done, and nothing failed, he'd possibly die gaping for air.
Roleplay anything:
Obsidian pregnant dog hadn't been in the greatest mood; walking along the banks of the frozen river, her hues perked upwards, listening to the wilderness sounds. Halting, a scent ran through her nasal cavities, someone had been following her. Without turning around, Samie began growling upon the other, then cleared her vocals to speak. "State your name and I might let you live." She'd warn. Samie had incredible sense of smell, but was usually unable to detect whom it was. Slowly, but with high guard, she'd turn to face the other, waiting for a reply. A grin that wasn't so happy, nor so nice was plastered upon her maw. <Short. >:/ >