Post by Kie on Jul 7, 2010 13:56:11 GMT -5
OOC
Furcadia Name: Kie
Times On: Any time i'm available to be on Usually between 12 pm and 1 am GMT+0
Age: 20
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?: I feel that I am a good choice for this group as I have a great admiration for new groups, having experienced the excitement, woes and drama of my own (even though it failed haha.) I'm always willing to find a suitable one for my character to where I can engage in the roleplay styles I enjoy most and can give a helping hand to those who may enjoy it too. I feel this clan could provide the perfect entertainment to my furcadia lifestyle and could be a great edition to my characters way of life.
IC
Name: Kie
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Mates: None
Offspring: None
Species:Canis Rufus x Unknown
Height at Shoulder: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Rank Wanted: No Preference
Why do you want this rank?: I thought about it, and the more I thought about it and what the ranks entail that would best suit my character, the more I found that it didn't really matter. I thought long about the goofball of the clan "Omega" But however fun that could be, i'm sure it'd get boring goofing off all the time and maybe not feeling worthy in the clan in the sense I'm actually doing something worth while other than being a goofytune.
Roleplay Example:Muscles rippled at the tension and strain of his movements. The long strokes of his stride, the flare of his winter coat in the wind that tugged past him, ever threatening to whisk him off balance as the terrain pulled from under his feet. His paws hit the ground, the magnificent creature of the night running to flash a look around the perimeter of his boarder, warning anyone who'd find a way in that he was here, ready and willing to fight them. His well toned body able to meet the challenge head-on, a chasm'd drop between two protruding rocks either side. A challenge, but one that the elegant wolf was able to overcome with the greatest ease. Hind legs pushing strongly from the rock face, forepaws leaving the cold, hard, grey solid. Hind-paws following in suit as his fur mingled with the air as it rushed past, tongue 'lolled' from slitted jaws. Erected tail forming the only stability of balance to rely on in mid air, chanced upon that it should let the mutt land safely upon the solid opposite of that to which it became airborne. The chanced luck payed off and forelimbs hit the solid, bones strong and sturdy enough to take the weight and hold it mid-drift before hind paws could make contact. The challenge now a mere memory, those few seconds caught with the highest point of the moon serving the wolf the largest pleasure... Shall we try it again?
Consent to death: Spose? :x
Furcadia Name: Kie
Times On: Any time i'm available to be on Usually between 12 pm and 1 am GMT+0
Age: 20
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?: I feel that I am a good choice for this group as I have a great admiration for new groups, having experienced the excitement, woes and drama of my own (even though it failed haha.) I'm always willing to find a suitable one for my character to where I can engage in the roleplay styles I enjoy most and can give a helping hand to those who may enjoy it too. I feel this clan could provide the perfect entertainment to my furcadia lifestyle and could be a great edition to my characters way of life.
IC
Name: Kie
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Mates: None
Offspring: None
Species:Canis Rufus x Unknown
Height at Shoulder: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Rank Wanted: No Preference
Why do you want this rank?: I thought about it, and the more I thought about it and what the ranks entail that would best suit my character, the more I found that it didn't really matter. I thought long about the goofball of the clan "Omega" But however fun that could be, i'm sure it'd get boring goofing off all the time and maybe not feeling worthy in the clan in the sense I'm actually doing something worth while other than being a goofytune.
Roleplay Example:Muscles rippled at the tension and strain of his movements. The long strokes of his stride, the flare of his winter coat in the wind that tugged past him, ever threatening to whisk him off balance as the terrain pulled from under his feet. His paws hit the ground, the magnificent creature of the night running to flash a look around the perimeter of his boarder, warning anyone who'd find a way in that he was here, ready and willing to fight them. His well toned body able to meet the challenge head-on, a chasm'd drop between two protruding rocks either side. A challenge, but one that the elegant wolf was able to overcome with the greatest ease. Hind legs pushing strongly from the rock face, forepaws leaving the cold, hard, grey solid. Hind-paws following in suit as his fur mingled with the air as it rushed past, tongue 'lolled' from slitted jaws. Erected tail forming the only stability of balance to rely on in mid air, chanced upon that it should let the mutt land safely upon the solid opposite of that to which it became airborne. The chanced luck payed off and forelimbs hit the solid, bones strong and sturdy enough to take the weight and hold it mid-drift before hind paws could make contact. The challenge now a mere memory, those few seconds caught with the highest point of the moon serving the wolf the largest pleasure... Shall we try it again?
Consent to death: Spose? :x