Post by Torrox Naomi on Jul 29, 2010 16:43:19 GMT -5
About you-
(If you prefer not to put any of these, you MAY skip this)
Your Name; None yah.
Your Age; 16
Method of Contact OTHER then Furcadia; E-mail.
Timezone; Central; American.
About your Character-
(You MUST fill this out.)
Character's Name; Torrox Naomi
Age; 4 years
Gender; Female
DOB: Unknown. (Can't really remember)
Height; 4'2
Weight; 642
Species; American Lion
Requested Rank; Well, my mate is Commander. I don't know if thats a mated pair rank. If not, Noble or Deputy I suppose is fine. I don't know, whatever floats your boat.
Physical Description of Character; Well toned legs, most muscular along upperlegs, thick torso, chocolate/maroon pelt with cream accents on the tips of her paws, chin, cheeks and underbelly, black mane-esque fur along skull and neck, golden claws that have a bit of a curve, elongated fangs, long slender tail with a black tuft at the end, and piercing green eyes.
Do you have any visuals? If so, share them! i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg236/Wolfbane808/NemeanLionessTorr.jpg
DISCLAIMER: This was when she was a smilodon populator.
Give an example of a Roleplay post!
Torrox Naomi snapped her jaws quickly at Desi who seemed to enjoy being so close to the female. She knew he had a thing for her, but she wasn't to happy about it. Eyes narrowed and gums scrunched together to let her facials show him she did not want his food, or him. Her heart was made of stone, and she didn't dare change that. Claws slid from their place inside of her paws and scraped away at her 'throne'. "What have I told you about getting so close?" She snapped at Desi, voice enlaced with stinging venom. Once Caked had settled between Desi and herself, a small relief swept over her. Limbs raised slightly and she scuttled back a little to avoid contact and such closeness. Facials remained grim and angry, but claws relaxed and fangs were covered once more. She sensed a bit of jealousy and hatred from Caked to Desi. Snickering, she turned her fierce glare back to Desi. "Also, Call me 'love' again, I swear to God I'll rip your fucking throat out and carve out your heart with my claws."
DISCLAIMER: Pardon the profanity. My vocabulary has cleaned up well and profanity is no longer part of it.
Anything else you'd like to add?
Not really. I'm gonna leave my personality a surprise for roleplaying. I'm also re-doing my character, so I'm still settling down on some thoughts and ideas. Colours, personality, breed, etc. is subject to change; you will be informed.
(If you prefer not to put any of these, you MAY skip this)
Your Name; None yah.
Your Age; 16
Method of Contact OTHER then Furcadia; E-mail.
Timezone; Central; American.
About your Character-
(You MUST fill this out.)
Character's Name; Torrox Naomi
Age; 4 years
Gender; Female
DOB: Unknown. (Can't really remember)
Height; 4'2
Weight; 642
Species; American Lion
Requested Rank; Well, my mate is Commander. I don't know if thats a mated pair rank. If not, Noble or Deputy I suppose is fine. I don't know, whatever floats your boat.
Physical Description of Character; Well toned legs, most muscular along upperlegs, thick torso, chocolate/maroon pelt with cream accents on the tips of her paws, chin, cheeks and underbelly, black mane-esque fur along skull and neck, golden claws that have a bit of a curve, elongated fangs, long slender tail with a black tuft at the end, and piercing green eyes.
Do you have any visuals? If so, share them! i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg236/Wolfbane808/NemeanLionessTorr.jpg
DISCLAIMER: This was when she was a smilodon populator.
Give an example of a Roleplay post!
Torrox Naomi snapped her jaws quickly at Desi who seemed to enjoy being so close to the female. She knew he had a thing for her, but she wasn't to happy about it. Eyes narrowed and gums scrunched together to let her facials show him she did not want his food, or him. Her heart was made of stone, and she didn't dare change that. Claws slid from their place inside of her paws and scraped away at her 'throne'. "What have I told you about getting so close?" She snapped at Desi, voice enlaced with stinging venom. Once Caked had settled between Desi and herself, a small relief swept over her. Limbs raised slightly and she scuttled back a little to avoid contact and such closeness. Facials remained grim and angry, but claws relaxed and fangs were covered once more. She sensed a bit of jealousy and hatred from Caked to Desi. Snickering, she turned her fierce glare back to Desi. "Also, Call me 'love' again, I swear to God I'll rip your fucking throat out and carve out your heart with my claws."
DISCLAIMER: Pardon the profanity. My vocabulary has cleaned up well and profanity is no longer part of it.
Anything else you'd like to add?
Not really. I'm gonna leave my personality a surprise for roleplaying. I'm also re-doing my character, so I'm still settling down on some thoughts and ideas. Colours, personality, breed, etc. is subject to change; you will be informed.
