Name: Trill
Age: 4.3 Y/o (Roughly 23)
Gender: Female
Species/Breed: Red Wolf Species
Desired Rank: Pup Sitter or Scout, up to you considering I can't decide. I feel my character would be good as either role.
In-game Username: AsiFeathers
Image/Description: Trills personality is charming, protective, confident, proud, as well as upbeat, optimistic, and occasionally hot-headed.
She's nothing special when it comes to strength, just typical, but she's very sly and cunning, similar to a fox or a racoon. Though she's loyal to her pack and leader.
Roleplay sample: The morning after the battle between the members of Trill's pack, her body was in rough condition. But she continued to move away from the land she once lived on and shared with the members of her pack as a lowly Omega.
Trill looked back after a full night of trekking on the dried, empty plain, exhausted and weary, the wolves body nearly gave out completely, her flank drooped to the right. Eyes struggling to make out the Russian green blur of colors in the distance behind, she could still see the crisp black scorches from the fire. The throbbing of her heart felt as though it had traveled up to the throat to choke her, this was regret and sadness sinking in, forcing her to feel the regret of leaving the warmth of the forest shrubs that gave shelter all along to the young wolves life.
The pain sank in now at this moment, if only she had kept moving along, this pain wouldn't had gotten in the way of her travel just yet. Pads seeping out thin trails of blood through the cracks and into the fur between the toes. The breath from her body grew heavier, the smell of dread fell upon the petite body. Not only that, but the vulgar smell of her blood and the blood of members from the pack she resided with before.
Spitting out curses and literal spit, she spoke out loud instead of in her head, figuring that maybe she could give herself some company doing so.
She spoke in a deep and clear male voice, with the cover of worry and compassion
"Oh Trill! Are you okay? Why are you in such a mess as this! What went on?!" She replied, with a few stutters as she began to think this wasn't working, that it only made her self seem desperate, maybe even crazy with PTSD from the past few days.
"W Well, I had just gone through a huge battle between m my w whole pack!" Silence sunk in for awhile. A horned lizard screamed in the distance, breaking the silence.
"Well there goes my sanity I suppose." At least she found some amusement from this.
I understand that the word 'the' had been over used in this. As well as the fact that this is a little confusing, but I didn't have anything to go off of, so I had some difficulty being creative this late at night. This is not backstory to Trill's life, just a example. of my type of role play. I also understand that was more of a story I suppose?? But it's exact to my style of role playing.Thank you for taking the time to read my application. 
