Post by Requiesce on Jul 9, 2010 22:46:18 GMT -5
OOC
Furcadia Name: Requiesce
Times On: I log on anywhere between 5-8pm EST and stay on until 12-2am. Daily except for occasions where I'm out of the house/unable to come to the computer for extended periods of time. Yeh, I have no life x3
Age: 16
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?: I wouldn't know. People say I'm a good RPer all the time. My friend dragged me here though so we'll see
IC
Name: Requiesce (goes by Req or whatever you wanna call her)
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Mates: None
Offspring: None
Species: Mackenzie Valley x Red wolf
Height at Shoulder: 2'9"
Weight: 102lbs
Rank Wanted: Something like nurse or nursemaid, something that doesn't do a lot of fighting
Why do you want this rank?: I can't RP fight ._. and Req isn't a very big fan of fighting herself. She's more of the laid-back, taking-care-of-others person. Friendly and sort of ditzy, naive, if you will. ^^
Roleplay Example: (This is on my main, Cassie Fae, as I don't have any RP logs on Req as of yet) Cassie Fae shook her crown as bits of dirt and crushed hay stuck to her from Witch’s rising. Dame took no mind as it was just earth. Head remained lowered as the black, white, and orange female spoke so deliberately to the intruding jaguar. Ears twitched at the sour tone the fem possessed; dame thought herself glad and lucky she wasn’t on the other end of the daggers sliding on Witch’s breath. Muzzle poked anxiously at the dirt beneath her form, absently pushing pieces of hay into piles, as was her tendencies. A little OCD, yah? Emerald eyes never left the scene unfolding before her, and dame could only contemplate the conflict about to arise. Mind traveled around the den, hoping others would come to and give attention to what was happening; it wasn’t good for a wolf to take on a jaguar by herself, not even one dame observed so strong as Witch. Thoughts processed possible endings if she were to join in the affray, and none seemed to good.
She had been in her share of fights as her tell-tale scars proved, but never with a jaguar before. Nostrils flared as she decided to stand by the more experienced wolf, waiting to jump in should she be needed.
Consent to death: No one lives forever. :>
Furcadia Name: Requiesce
Times On: I log on anywhere between 5-8pm EST and stay on until 12-2am. Daily except for occasions where I'm out of the house/unable to come to the computer for extended periods of time. Yeh, I have no life x3
Age: 16
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?: I wouldn't know. People say I'm a good RPer all the time. My friend dragged me here though so we'll see
IC
Name: Requiesce (goes by Req or whatever you wanna call her)
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Mates: None
Offspring: None
Species: Mackenzie Valley x Red wolf
Height at Shoulder: 2'9"
Weight: 102lbs
Rank Wanted: Something like nurse or nursemaid, something that doesn't do a lot of fighting
Why do you want this rank?: I can't RP fight ._. and Req isn't a very big fan of fighting herself. She's more of the laid-back, taking-care-of-others person. Friendly and sort of ditzy, naive, if you will. ^^
Roleplay Example: (This is on my main, Cassie Fae, as I don't have any RP logs on Req as of yet) Cassie Fae shook her crown as bits of dirt and crushed hay stuck to her from Witch’s rising. Dame took no mind as it was just earth. Head remained lowered as the black, white, and orange female spoke so deliberately to the intruding jaguar. Ears twitched at the sour tone the fem possessed; dame thought herself glad and lucky she wasn’t on the other end of the daggers sliding on Witch’s breath. Muzzle poked anxiously at the dirt beneath her form, absently pushing pieces of hay into piles, as was her tendencies. A little OCD, yah? Emerald eyes never left the scene unfolding before her, and dame could only contemplate the conflict about to arise. Mind traveled around the den, hoping others would come to and give attention to what was happening; it wasn’t good for a wolf to take on a jaguar by herself, not even one dame observed so strong as Witch. Thoughts processed possible endings if she were to join in the affray, and none seemed to good.
She had been in her share of fights as her tell-tale scars proved, but never with a jaguar before. Nostrils flared as she decided to stand by the more experienced wolf, waiting to jump in should she be needed.
Consent to death: No one lives forever. :>
Make sure you want to be with us through RP first, maybe, before you go making decisions. 
