Post by Azla on Jun 29, 2010 15:55:41 GMT -5
OOC
Furcadia Name
Azla
Times On
Various times. Usually several hours during mid-day.
Age
20
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?
I have always had a fond love of packs, clans and tribes, and have been member to many. Unfortunately I have yet to be in one that had lasted longer than a few months, but I continue to have hope for each I wish to join! With that being said, I feel that I would be a good choice for my experiences, my eagerness for roleplay (when work isn't keeping me away), and for my fondness of meeting others.
IC
Name
Azla
Gender
Female
Age
Around 1 year old (Barely a mature adult)
Mates
None
Offspring
None
Species
Dragonic Shapeshifter
-- Main form is a dragoness, however she is currently under stress from a previous suitor's near abandonment of her, and because of this stress she has been unable to shift her shape from the canine form she is in at present.
Height
Dragoness: 6'7" at the shoulder
Canine: 4'1" at the shoulder
[Other forms pending]
Weight
Dragoness: 456lbs.
Canine: 76lbs.
[Other forms pending]
Rank Wanted
No prefference, though something that allows her nurturing nature to flourish. She's not a skilled fighter in the least, however, so she is best suited for non-fighting roles.
Why do you want this rank?
Azla is a very sweet-natured, happy-go-lucky personality who conflicts with violence or the volatile tendencies or others. Because of her lack of skill for fighting, she really wouldn't make for a good warrior type position. However hunting, scouting, or den mother type roles will suit her well.
Roleplay Example
Dragoness:
-- Leathery wings lay stretched out beyond her bodice as she rest upon the lush grasses of the field. Her head lay reclined upon a particularly smooth looking rock, her piercing crimson gaze glancing about from time to time at the creatures which wandered nearby. It was particularly odd how the beings within these lands seemed almost immune to the usual intimidation that came with dragons being about, although she was most thrilled that this was not the case. She was a most docile creature, and even hunting at times was almost more than she could bare. With nostrils flaring she slowly rolled onto her side, seemingly bored with the recent lack of happenings that encircled her. Eliath- her ex-court- had been gone for some months now, and she'd given up hope of seeing him normally again, which was beginning to suit her just fine. She was quite capable of regaining her feet, and that was just what she planned to do.... but maybe after a nap.
Canine
-- Slender ears pinned back against her skull as she moved through the thick underbrush of the forest, her tail sweeping out behind her like the majestic tail of a kite. The horns upon her head- indicative of her true dragonic form- jutted out from atop like large thorns on a briar bush. She was a most graceful creature with limbs lengthy and bodice sleek- perfect for sneaking up on the unwary creatures which lurked within the numerous burrows which lined the outskirts of the forresty landscape. However such play was not hers to be enjoyed- alas, Azla was simply enjoying herself. Having less and less to do as the days wore on- many of her friends had long sense passed her by- she spent her evenings as her beloved canine form, darting about the brush and leaping out just to watch the terrified birds flail their wings and take to the skys. Tongue lulled happily from the side of her jaw, her crimson eyes bright and ever alert.
Consent to death
Yes.
