Post by Warqueen on Oct 11, 2009 14:58:21 GMT -5
Alt's name: Warqueen
IC name: War or Warqueen.
Gender: Female
Age: 1year and 7months
Mate?: None
What rank do you want?: Does not matter.
Why do you want this rank and why do you think you deserve it?: War will fight for ones she loves. Fight for the pack she is in for her life and help others through their problems only rarely. She is still hard headed, mean, Acts before thinks sometimes, Really Aggressive to others that is not close, loved or new comers.
Appearance: A tall slinder female wolf like creature. Her height was 4.1ft high taller than average. Weighing a big 183lbs. Ram like horns curved slightly around her ears in a tanish color. A axe like bone figure lied on the end of her whip like tail. Eyes was a dim silver with no sign of a pupil and such. A main was a dark black that went over her right eye and ending a little past her shoulder blades. Coat was splashed with a dark gray and red coloring. i161.photobucket.com/albums/t224/WolfGirlSolo/Warqueen.jpg
Breed:Beserk hound (They are a mutant wolf breed my friend came up with.)
How many times are you on a week?: 5-7 times a week. About 1-7 hours a day if not more.
RP sample: Warqueen thought she should get the story off her chest but it must not help like what other people felt like when they told someone what was up. She has been in many fights and battles but she never kept track of how many she has killed in her life as she never really liked thinking about it. The past shocked her again sending her body limp as she faded out into a dream land but thing was she wasn't tired. Flashing memories fell upon her from when she was born and until her last kill on a lone wolf that tried mating with her. Memories of everything she have dealed with sadness, hate and pain. Why only the bad memories... Body still limp she couldn't feel nothing in her body only a growl that was hers most likely. (Short rp with a friend Zelman. This was the only part I saved of it, sorry. D:)
A better version rp still lacking stuff cause it was a bored random fun rp. Nothing really serious.
Sohn's coat shined as the dim light peeks out of cracks of the cave. He was laying there half way asleep not caring about anything or anyone. No one was around so he had nothing to do or no one to bug. A yawn escaped his muzzle showing his sharp canines that glistened. One paw moved and then the other pushing his small body up into a strange sitting position. Sniffing and scenting the air to see if anyone was near but all he could smell was dirt and herb like smells. Bright blue eyes searching the place to see something that could entertain him. Soon he spots a small purple bug. Staring at it dumbly until he got up on all fours making the dirt loose under him from digging into it some. Trotting next to the bug he smelled it pushing his nose close to the unusual thing. Opening his little muzzle he licked up the bug and started shaking his head as he crunched it nonstop "That wasn't that good?" Tongue stuck out after he swallowed what was left of the small purple bug that he had found.
IC name: War or Warqueen.
Gender: Female
Age: 1year and 7months
Mate?: None
What rank do you want?: Does not matter.
Why do you want this rank and why do you think you deserve it?: War will fight for ones she loves. Fight for the pack she is in for her life and help others through their problems only rarely. She is still hard headed, mean, Acts before thinks sometimes, Really Aggressive to others that is not close, loved or new comers.
Appearance: A tall slinder female wolf like creature. Her height was 4.1ft high taller than average. Weighing a big 183lbs. Ram like horns curved slightly around her ears in a tanish color. A axe like bone figure lied on the end of her whip like tail. Eyes was a dim silver with no sign of a pupil and such. A main was a dark black that went over her right eye and ending a little past her shoulder blades. Coat was splashed with a dark gray and red coloring. i161.photobucket.com/albums/t224/WolfGirlSolo/Warqueen.jpg
Breed:Beserk hound (They are a mutant wolf breed my friend came up with.)
How many times are you on a week?: 5-7 times a week. About 1-7 hours a day if not more.
RP sample: Warqueen thought she should get the story off her chest but it must not help like what other people felt like when they told someone what was up. She has been in many fights and battles but she never kept track of how many she has killed in her life as she never really liked thinking about it. The past shocked her again sending her body limp as she faded out into a dream land but thing was she wasn't tired. Flashing memories fell upon her from when she was born and until her last kill on a lone wolf that tried mating with her. Memories of everything she have dealed with sadness, hate and pain. Why only the bad memories... Body still limp she couldn't feel nothing in her body only a growl that was hers most likely. (Short rp with a friend Zelman. This was the only part I saved of it, sorry. D:)
A better version rp still lacking stuff cause it was a bored random fun rp. Nothing really serious.
Sohn's coat shined as the dim light peeks out of cracks of the cave. He was laying there half way asleep not caring about anything or anyone. No one was around so he had nothing to do or no one to bug. A yawn escaped his muzzle showing his sharp canines that glistened. One paw moved and then the other pushing his small body up into a strange sitting position. Sniffing and scenting the air to see if anyone was near but all he could smell was dirt and herb like smells. Bright blue eyes searching the place to see something that could entertain him. Soon he spots a small purple bug. Staring at it dumbly until he got up on all fours making the dirt loose under him from digging into it some. Trotting next to the bug he smelled it pushing his nose close to the unusual thing. Opening his little muzzle he licked up the bug and started shaking his head as he crunched it nonstop "That wasn't that good?" Tongue stuck out after he swallowed what was left of the small purple bug that he had found.
