Post by Ørnen on Jul 11, 2010 22:22:15 GMT -5
OOC
Furcadia Name: Ørnen (my main is Narrae)
Times On: Every day. Maybe every other day on alts like Ørnen.
Age: 17. 18 in three months. :x
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?: I've been roleplaying for several years now annnnddd I'm pretty reliable. I'm also good with patches and dreams.
IC
Name: Ørnen
Gender: Hermaphrodite. (Female primarily.)
Age: Pup. Unborn(?) Ørnen is supposed to be the offspring of Spoof and Zumu, but I've not yet been informed of every little detail. xD
Mates: None, obviously. Pups are a wee bit young for sex, no?
Offspring: n/a
Species: Raccoon + Hellhound + Kitsune Xiosekai (Primarily hellhound form.)
Height at Shoulder: 4.5ft at the shoulder
Weight: 345 lbs. (Built for power.)
Rank Wanted: xD; I'm already listed as a Princess. ;u;
Why do you want this rank?: Ørnen is the spawn of Spoof and Zumu.
Roleplay Example:
(I haven't gotten an exact design pinned down for Ørnen, but here's what I managed anyway.)
The Hellhound peered about, eyes narrowed and crocodile-styled teeth bared. A shake of the head and a twitch of its long, reptilian tail are the creature's only real signs of life, save for the obvious breath that entered and exited her chest. Acidic eyes twitch and survey the surrounding area, their boiling depths alert for other creatures. Ørnen closes her mouth, a twisted grin stretching her lips wide whilst she strode forward, attention fixed upon a mere flower. The plant is given a sadistic stare before it is promptly devoured, every little tid-bit of it blended between tongue and tooth. The reason? It existed. It also looked at her funny.
With white paws planted firmly upon the ground, Ørnen shifts her weight to one side, then the other, before strutting off in the opposite direction. Goodness, this one would be difficult.
Consent to death: If it comes to where the pack is intending to kill her, Ørnen will put up a fight. However, I care not if she lives or dies because of it, though I should hope that she doesn't end up being the target of such malicious intent. In a shortened version, no, I don't mind if you kill her. Hah.
Furcadia Name: Ørnen (my main is Narrae)
Times On: Every day. Maybe every other day on alts like Ørnen.
Age: 17. 18 in three months. :x
Why do you think you're a good choice for this group?: I've been roleplaying for several years now annnnddd I'm pretty reliable. I'm also good with patches and dreams.
IC
Name: Ørnen
Gender: Hermaphrodite. (Female primarily.)
Age: Pup. Unborn(?) Ørnen is supposed to be the offspring of Spoof and Zumu, but I've not yet been informed of every little detail. xD
Mates: None, obviously. Pups are a wee bit young for sex, no?
Offspring: n/a
Species: Raccoon + Hellhound + Kitsune Xiosekai (Primarily hellhound form.)
Height at Shoulder: 4.5ft at the shoulder
Weight: 345 lbs. (Built for power.)
Rank Wanted: xD; I'm already listed as a Princess. ;u;
Why do you want this rank?: Ørnen is the spawn of Spoof and Zumu.
Roleplay Example:
(I haven't gotten an exact design pinned down for Ørnen, but here's what I managed anyway.)
The Hellhound peered about, eyes narrowed and crocodile-styled teeth bared. A shake of the head and a twitch of its long, reptilian tail are the creature's only real signs of life, save for the obvious breath that entered and exited her chest. Acidic eyes twitch and survey the surrounding area, their boiling depths alert for other creatures. Ørnen closes her mouth, a twisted grin stretching her lips wide whilst she strode forward, attention fixed upon a mere flower. The plant is given a sadistic stare before it is promptly devoured, every little tid-bit of it blended between tongue and tooth. The reason? It existed. It also looked at her funny.
With white paws planted firmly upon the ground, Ørnen shifts her weight to one side, then the other, before strutting off in the opposite direction. Goodness, this one would be difficult.
Consent to death: If it comes to where the pack is intending to kill her, Ørnen will put up a fight. However, I care not if she lives or dies because of it, though I should hope that she doesn't end up being the target of such malicious intent. In a shortened version, no, I don't mind if you kill her. Hah.
