Post by Bypass on Mar 20, 2008 21:23:41 GMT -5
Name:
Bypass
Meaning (optional):
4. a surgical procedure in which a diseased or obstructed hollow organ is temporarily or permanently circumvented.
Age:
3
Special Abilities (For hybrids, give the link to your accepted hybrid application):
Bypass' only special feature is that of his two 'heads' and jaws (second, by the way. Special history to go along with.) Although not accepted, it is aptly put in my description of his current stature. One should agree to roleplay, and actually read -- before making way until my post. I am in no way liable of not explaining this, as it is clearly put in my post.
Mate:
None.
Pups:
None.
Description (personality and physical):
Furcadia:
Beast would almost be constricted to mear perfection. Two heads elevate with ease; enticing foes with roars of pleasantry. Parasitic communion spreading to both minds; corrupted, the head took malform and flourished with strings that separated first, from second jaw. Malicious brothers, brought in communion by ravenous tidings. Bewilderment, and conflict would result by knowing ones wrongs from truths. Colossal form, was in play; a pure form of insanity splitting itself into two beings.
Mine(In simple words.):
Bypass is an ecstatic being who is prone to subjective feelings. His personality; visible from the exterior, is a cold-hearted being. Who's motive is none only to perpetually seek, and clam with random wolves. His claws are extended, and partially retractable. They often glow a listless sea blue, a mix of War's darkened grey, and Rem's acid green. So are the eyes of the being. One, a navy, the other; a pool of lime. Two heads are separated, one controlling left, and one controlling right. Both minds of these beasts are relatively the same -- malicious, yet sadistic. Normal pose of the being is similar to a gargoyles stance; slouched, and eying distant wolves with a challenging stare. If accepted into Midnight, his cure for challenging will not be quenched; but perhaps disciplined for. A vast oddity indeed, his shoulders are encased in an oddity of obscure sleek charcoal. That extends into a small lithe line, that coils randomly, and meets near the paws. Paws then have little obsidian dots, near the connection point of claw, and flesh.
What's your roleplay style? One liner, Semi-Para, Para, or Multi-Para:
Multi-Para, I sometimes include three, or two posts.
How long have you been living in WMH?:
A d**n long time. I only recently joined back last year, when it re-loaded.
When are you on Furc and how many times are you on Furc each week?:
To tell the honest truth, a timer limits my accessibility. Only allotted an hour a day, I often make-up for this mis-hap and appear at almost every second on a weekend.
Position you want and why:
I was thinking of a high rank, something worthy for Bypass. However, if you find him un-suiting for this, I would place him as a Hunter. Then he shall make progress as he roleplays with pack-mates. I'm not too fond on normal ranks, as a reality, Bypass is a natural eye-sweeper with his obligations of dominant structure. However, do as you please.
Second choice of position:
As noted above, the second-choice is my personal favorite, hunter.
Have you been in any other pack? If so, tell me the names.
I have, but not on Bypass. If you wish to know more about them. Please post pertaining to this, and I shall tell.
Why have you left your pack and come to join this one?
Well, I figured you were pretty literate. So I came to sign up, no?
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:
Shadow seemed enticed, and lured into the small den that perpetually set between friend from foe. Misty embodiment soon turned into chiseled features. Large, tainted emerald coat. Covered by ashen lines that protruded from the spine, to the tip that held a foxes signature, a dip of obsidian. Shoulders would coil inwards, and launch out, at every step taken. Until brought to a near halt. Male would lie idle, and stiff on the rough soil. Tail flicked jauntily to his sides, while heads would survey. True, life was a heck tougher with two heads. However left proved most dominant in both malicious, sadistic features, and physical control. Flicking both heads to a certain degree, male would soon see sight of a female. Cautious, other head seemed to bend back into his head; looking as-if he had no neck. Beast would slip sideways, ambling towards a boulder, and sitting on it like a throne. Both set of eyes, lime, and navy. Would pierce the darkness, appealing a slight glow; much like a cats reflectors. Ah, the splendors of night vision were always one to boast about. Musky green coat shivering slightly. Beast would saunter off the rock and proceed to the female. Staring delightfully ever-so-alert. Pose as ambling forwards would resemble a scurrying rat. Except, in wolven format.
"Hello." a voice would come from the darkness. Soothing, yet cautious of the females attitude. He would always contain his inner personality to flourish. Both heads seem to also chant the hello in such a way, sounded surreal with in-direct melody -- almost beyond, sounding like a captured demon with a low, strong voice.
Roleplay if a pup was in danger or hurt:
Being would omit a passing through large grass, spring had come at-last. Trotting forwards, two heading seemed to be lolling tongues outwards in bursts of winds pounding the face; making fur dance teasingly in the squalls. One head would jerk back, and stop one limb from working, the lesser-dominant head would yelp as half of the pain transmitted through the nerves to his own brain. The other, would fall face-flat on the ground, whimpering softly; while both started to snarl shortly afterwards at each-other.
"How could you," the right head said, going in slits, and retrieving appendages to rise once-more. "You'll be the death of me."
After two or so seconds, second head could only help but to mutter to him, following his trot offwards away from it.
"Brother, I saw a silhouette, of that of a whelpen."
"Foolish," he would say, with a dry, cracked voice. "Let it rot."
Right head would only dare, but to pull his limb back, and start to go. But apparently, because of lack of restraint, left him to visualize what would become of it. He could only help but to obey his superior; being called the same names, both would be addressed by the name of Bypass, but By for short. Cackling, left would pity his right, if such born under his pressure, beast would surely kill ones-self.
Roleplay anything:
-opted to leave out.-
Bypass
Meaning (optional):
4. a surgical procedure in which a diseased or obstructed hollow organ is temporarily or permanently circumvented.
Age:
3
Special Abilities (For hybrids, give the link to your accepted hybrid application):
Bypass' only special feature is that of his two 'heads' and jaws (second, by the way. Special history to go along with.) Although not accepted, it is aptly put in my description of his current stature. One should agree to roleplay, and actually read -- before making way until my post. I am in no way liable of not explaining this, as it is clearly put in my post.
Mate:
None.
Pups:
None.
Description (personality and physical):
Furcadia:
Beast would almost be constricted to mear perfection. Two heads elevate with ease; enticing foes with roars of pleasantry. Parasitic communion spreading to both minds; corrupted, the head took malform and flourished with strings that separated first, from second jaw. Malicious brothers, brought in communion by ravenous tidings. Bewilderment, and conflict would result by knowing ones wrongs from truths. Colossal form, was in play; a pure form of insanity splitting itself into two beings.
Mine(In simple words.):
Bypass is an ecstatic being who is prone to subjective feelings. His personality; visible from the exterior, is a cold-hearted being. Who's motive is none only to perpetually seek, and clam with random wolves. His claws are extended, and partially retractable. They often glow a listless sea blue, a mix of War's darkened grey, and Rem's acid green. So are the eyes of the being. One, a navy, the other; a pool of lime. Two heads are separated, one controlling left, and one controlling right. Both minds of these beasts are relatively the same -- malicious, yet sadistic. Normal pose of the being is similar to a gargoyles stance; slouched, and eying distant wolves with a challenging stare. If accepted into Midnight, his cure for challenging will not be quenched; but perhaps disciplined for. A vast oddity indeed, his shoulders are encased in an oddity of obscure sleek charcoal. That extends into a small lithe line, that coils randomly, and meets near the paws. Paws then have little obsidian dots, near the connection point of claw, and flesh.
What's your roleplay style? One liner, Semi-Para, Para, or Multi-Para:
Multi-Para, I sometimes include three, or two posts.
How long have you been living in WMH?:
A d**n long time. I only recently joined back last year, when it re-loaded.
When are you on Furc and how many times are you on Furc each week?:
To tell the honest truth, a timer limits my accessibility. Only allotted an hour a day, I often make-up for this mis-hap and appear at almost every second on a weekend.
Position you want and why:
I was thinking of a high rank, something worthy for Bypass. However, if you find him un-suiting for this, I would place him as a Hunter. Then he shall make progress as he roleplays with pack-mates. I'm not too fond on normal ranks, as a reality, Bypass is a natural eye-sweeper with his obligations of dominant structure. However, do as you please.
Second choice of position:
As noted above, the second-choice is my personal favorite, hunter.
Have you been in any other pack? If so, tell me the names.
I have, but not on Bypass. If you wish to know more about them. Please post pertaining to this, and I shall tell.
Why have you left your pack and come to join this one?
Well, I figured you were pretty literate. So I came to sign up, no?
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:
Shadow seemed enticed, and lured into the small den that perpetually set between friend from foe. Misty embodiment soon turned into chiseled features. Large, tainted emerald coat. Covered by ashen lines that protruded from the spine, to the tip that held a foxes signature, a dip of obsidian. Shoulders would coil inwards, and launch out, at every step taken. Until brought to a near halt. Male would lie idle, and stiff on the rough soil. Tail flicked jauntily to his sides, while heads would survey. True, life was a heck tougher with two heads. However left proved most dominant in both malicious, sadistic features, and physical control. Flicking both heads to a certain degree, male would soon see sight of a female. Cautious, other head seemed to bend back into his head; looking as-if he had no neck. Beast would slip sideways, ambling towards a boulder, and sitting on it like a throne. Both set of eyes, lime, and navy. Would pierce the darkness, appealing a slight glow; much like a cats reflectors. Ah, the splendors of night vision were always one to boast about. Musky green coat shivering slightly. Beast would saunter off the rock and proceed to the female. Staring delightfully ever-so-alert. Pose as ambling forwards would resemble a scurrying rat. Except, in wolven format.
"Hello." a voice would come from the darkness. Soothing, yet cautious of the females attitude. He would always contain his inner personality to flourish. Both heads seem to also chant the hello in such a way, sounded surreal with in-direct melody -- almost beyond, sounding like a captured demon with a low, strong voice.
Roleplay if a pup was in danger or hurt:
Being would omit a passing through large grass, spring had come at-last. Trotting forwards, two heading seemed to be lolling tongues outwards in bursts of winds pounding the face; making fur dance teasingly in the squalls. One head would jerk back, and stop one limb from working, the lesser-dominant head would yelp as half of the pain transmitted through the nerves to his own brain. The other, would fall face-flat on the ground, whimpering softly; while both started to snarl shortly afterwards at each-other.
"How could you," the right head said, going in slits, and retrieving appendages to rise once-more. "You'll be the death of me."
After two or so seconds, second head could only help but to mutter to him, following his trot offwards away from it.
"Brother, I saw a silhouette, of that of a whelpen."
"Foolish," he would say, with a dry, cracked voice. "Let it rot."
Right head would only dare, but to pull his limb back, and start to go. But apparently, because of lack of restraint, left him to visualize what would become of it. He could only help but to obey his superior; being called the same names, both would be addressed by the name of Bypass, but By for short. Cackling, left would pity his right, if such born under his pressure, beast would surely kill ones-self.
Roleplay anything:
-opted to leave out.-