Post by Warkill on Oct 7, 2009 20:52:25 GMT -5
Alt's name: Throwdown
IC name: Warkill
Gender: Female
Age: 3 1/2
Mate?: None.
What rank do you want?: Gaurd.
Why do you want this rank and why do you think you deserve it?: I want this particular rank because Warkill tends to be bigger in stature, and has quite the bit of an attitude. In past RPs, she has said to be very intimdating, and stands her ground well. War deserves this rank because she is a great fighter, and does not tolerate anything out of the ordinary.
Appearance: ref: www.freewebs.com/warkill
Breed: On site, as above. ^^^
How many times are you on a week?: Everyday.
RP sample: Warkill stepped forward, claws scrapping at the snow, which had fallen new upon the dry december ground. Bitch raised her crane, flaunting her large body out to the cold. Headlights gazed towards the outskirts of the packland, blinking against the blinding white of snow. Nostri lit a bit of a snort from her throat, stepping forward one more time. Tail shot out straight behind her, audits to soon lay back against her skull. Her thick coat of varied greys and blacks, and not to mention the bright orange stripe from tail to eye, withstood the harrowing crispness of winter. Nothing seemed to withdraw her attention, simply boredom.
IC name: Warkill
Gender: Female
Age: 3 1/2
Mate?: None.
What rank do you want?: Gaurd.
Why do you want this rank and why do you think you deserve it?: I want this particular rank because Warkill tends to be bigger in stature, and has quite the bit of an attitude. In past RPs, she has said to be very intimdating, and stands her ground well. War deserves this rank because she is a great fighter, and does not tolerate anything out of the ordinary.
Appearance: ref: www.freewebs.com/warkill
Breed: On site, as above. ^^^
How many times are you on a week?: Everyday.
RP sample: Warkill stepped forward, claws scrapping at the snow, which had fallen new upon the dry december ground. Bitch raised her crane, flaunting her large body out to the cold. Headlights gazed towards the outskirts of the packland, blinking against the blinding white of snow. Nostri lit a bit of a snort from her throat, stepping forward one more time. Tail shot out straight behind her, audits to soon lay back against her skull. Her thick coat of varied greys and blacks, and not to mention the bright orange stripe from tail to eye, withstood the harrowing crispness of winter. Nothing seemed to withdraw her attention, simply boredom.
