I'll join. x] I'd like to be in the pack once you make it, hunter if possible. C:
In my role-play sample I'll be role-playing in First Person, if that's okay. I need to get used to writing in First-Person for a potential book that I may start writing once I get used to writing in First Person. I'm alright in Third Person, so I won't bother with that for now, but what I really need to practice is staying in First Person. I tend to drift from First Person to Third Person mid-sentence because that's what I'm so used to writing in Third... I gotta quit that. ;XD
If you want a bigger picture of Raven, which is the same but with more detail, you can go here... Make sure to click on the image... C:
http://winged-kitten.deviantart.com/#/d3ktsnqRaven
Age: 3 1/2 Years
Gender: Female
Mate: No mate, but she's looking.
Personality: Raven is... Despite her looks, she's quite submissive and overly shy. She doesn't enjoy fighting, and these qualities probably SHOULD have made her omega, but she's not. It takes someone with a lot of patience to get her to open up, and she won't do that for many, but once she does she can be a great friend. She's very level-headed, and it's often that her close friends will come to her for advice.
On a physical note- explaining why she isn't omega- her small, very slim build makes it easy for her to catch smaller prey and kill it quickly. Due to vigorous self-training and the urge to make something of herself, she has unusually high stamina. Because of this, she can run at high speeds for quite a while, making it easy for her to run bigger prey down until it's too tired to run from the actual hunting group. Once said 'large prey' becomes tired, she'll back down and let the bigger wolves deliver the final blow. She doesn't enjoy killing, no matter what it is. Even if it's just a pitiful squirrel, she has to constantly remind herself that when hunting it's for the pack, and its death was not wasted. One of her personal rituals is, just before it dies, she gets down to eye-level with her prey and lets it know its death was not in vain. Some think she's a bit whacky because of her self-proclaimed connection with other animals, but it's the fact that she DOES have this connection that keeps her going.
In-Game Username: KuririLove
Forum Username: Kuriri
Roleplay Sample: I whimpered and hid my face under my mane as I hastily made my way through the clearing. I didn't much enjoy being around... others. I knew them all quite well, but I knew some a bit more than others. It's not that I didn't like them, it's just... Not many of them like me.
I weaved my way through the crowd, ducking and whimpering every time this wolf or that wolf stepped on me or bumped into me. Those were accidents of course, but... Some of the pain I received wasn't an accident...
I had almost made it to my goal, when I felt a sudden surge of pain spiral throughout my body and I felt myself on the ground in an instant.
"Raven, watch where you're going to worthless cur!" Roared a male wolf. Apparently I had bumped into him, or maybe he was having a bad day and needed someone to pick on, but nonetheless he began growling inwardly, shoving me to the side. I yelped, drawing attention to myself as I doubled over and was flung to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud, breathing heavily and mentally willing the pain away as it ebbed and slowly faded. All around me eyes narrowed, scowls formed, and whispers were passed from canine to canine.
"She's so worthless!"
"She should have been omega.."
"I know, right!? She's so weak!"
"It's her hunting skills... that's the only reason she isn't at the bottom where she should be."
"Have you seen her!? She talks to her prey as if they understand her, and her them. She's nuts!"
Eventually I stopped listening, flattening my ears and opening my eyes slowly. I sobbed, and, forcing myself to stand, I burst through the crowd, shoving everywolf aside. I ignored any growls, yelps, or verbal complaints. Negativity would have only made it worse. I slowed to a halt and pushed through the bracken into the healer's den, seeking out one of my very few, dear friends. I had meant to go there anyways, but... Now I had more than one reason.Allllright... C: After spending over 2 hours on this application I believe I'm finally satisfied. X_x
Erm... Constructive Criticism is encouraged and welcomed.. C: Let me know if the... um... 'fellow pack-members' attitudes were too far OOC. I thought it might have been, but.. It is just an example... XD
Haha, here's the code. C: I do so hope you create the pack soon, I could use a good RP group... There aren't enough literate role-players out there. </3
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[left][color=#062600][b][size=12pt]Age:[/size][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]3 1/2 Years[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Gender:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]Female[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Mate:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]No mate, but she's looking.[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Personality:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]Raven is... Despite her looks, she's quite submissive and overly shy. She doesn't enjoy fighting, and these qualities probably SHOULD have made her omega, but she's not. It takes someone with a lot of patience to get her to open up, and she won't do that for many, but once she does she can be a great friend. She's very level-headed, and it's often that her close friends will come to her for advice.
On a physical note- explaining why she [i]isn't[/i] omega- her small, very [b]slim[/b] build makes it easy for her to catch smaller prey and kill it quickly. Due to vigorous self-training and the urge to make something of herself, she has unusually high stamina. Because of this, she can run at high speeds for quite a while, making it easy for her to run bigger prey down until it's too tired to run from the actual hunting group. Once said 'large prey' becomes tired, she'll back down and let the bigger wolves deliver the final blow. She doesn't enjoy killing, no matter what it is. Even if it's just a pitiful squirrel, she has to constantly remind herself that when hunting it's for the pack, and its death was not wasted. One of her personal rituals is, just before it dies, she gets down to eye-level with her prey and lets it know its death was not in vain. Some think she's a bit whacky because of her self-proclaimed connection with other animals, but it's the fact that she DOES have this connection that keeps her going.[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]In-Game Username:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]KuririLove[/size][/color]
[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Forum Username:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]Kuriri[/size][/color]
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[color=#062600][b][font=papyrus][size=12pt]Roleplay Sample:[/size][/font][/b][/color] [color=#8b7453][size=12pt]I whimpered and hid my face under my mane as I hastily made my way through the clearing. I didn't much enjoy being around... others. I knew them all quite well, but I knew some a bit more than others. It's not that I didn't like them, it's just... Not many of them like [i]me[/i].
I weaved my way through the crowd, ducking and whimpering every time this wolf or that wolf stepped on me or bumped into me. Those were accidents of course, but... Some of the pain I received [i]wasn't[/i] an accident...
I had almost made it to my goal, when I felt a sudden surge of pain spiral throughout my body and I felt myself on the ground in an instant.
"Raven, watch where you're going to worthless cur!" Roared a male wolf. Apparently I had bumped into him, or maybe he was having a bad day and needed someone to pick on, but nonetheless he began growling inwardly, shoving me to the side. I yelped, drawing attention to myself as I doubled over and was flung to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud, breathing heavily and mentally willing the pain away as it ebbed and slowly faded. All around me eyes narrowed, scowls formed, and whispers were passed from canine to canine.
"She's so worthless!"
"She should have been omega.."
"I know, right!? She's so weak!"
"It's her hunting skills... that's the only reason she isn't at the bottom where she should be."
"Have you seen her!? She talks to her prey as if they understand her, and her them. She's nuts!"
Eventually I stopped listening, flattening my ears and opening my eyes slowly. I sobbed, and, forcing myself to stand, I burst through the crowd, shoving everywolf aside. I ignored any growls, yelps, or verbal complaints. Negativity would have only made it worse. I slowed to a halt and pushed through the bracken into the healer's den, seeking out one of my very few, dear friends. I had meant to go there anyways, but... Now I had more than one reason.[/size][/color]
