Post by sicario on Aug 12, 2010 14:30:07 GMT -5
About you-
Your Name; Mairin.
Your Age; Nineteen.
Method of Contact OTHER then Furcadia; www.facebook.com/mairin.roberts But if you're talking to me about the game on there..send it in a message. (; Basically, none of my friends know I do this game.
Timezone; (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada)
About your Character-
Character's Name; Sicario.
Age; Six.
Gender; Female.
DOB: 21 January, 2004
Height; 6'3" (Waiting for sunglaze to approve)
Weight; 560 lbs. (Waiting for sunglaze to approve)
Species; Smilodon Populator (Waiting for sunglaze to approve)
Requested Rank; Guardian-Territorial Scout because I'm assuming you have to prove your worth to be a Royal Calvary.
Physical Description of Character;
i40.tinypic.com/20tsbbq.jpg
Give an example of a Roleplay post!;
Sicario relaxed beside her mate Sirik and daughter Akna. Lounging wasn't the norm for her at times like this when she found herself hungry. Hmph, fatigue wasn't the problem, but laziness definitely was. The sweet scent of the Aztec den calmed her, soothing this usual hostile monster. She wasn't in any particular mood until the scent of Sil came around. It hovered through the air to Sic like an annoying fly. The smell caused Sic's skull to jerk up immediately. And what did she see? The black and purple saber that she ached to feast on. It was bad enough that he'd joined the pride, but the fact that he had the nerve to walk into the den when Sic was in there...oh, anger was raising now. Eyes held on the thing, glaring deep into him. "What the fuck do you want? Come to attempt to fight me again? If that's your wish, then don't run off again, kid." Her words were laced with starvation, hatred and anticipation. Grimace crept up on her maw. Sic was hungry and had been disrespected by this little shit already. What could he possibly want now? This better be good. The more she thought about it, the more pissed off she became. Sic cuddled into Sirik, feeling his muscles. Mm, that did calm her down slightly, but not enough. Low growl slithered from her throat directed at Sil. Her eyes still failed to leave him, making it utterly clear to him that Sic did not welcome him one bit. Talons extended even more, digging deeper into the ground as she stared at Sil. "It's highly advised that you speak with haste..my patience is lacking the longer I wait." she said with a rough voice. [end]
Anything else you'd like to add?;
Your Name; Mairin.
Your Age; Nineteen.
Method of Contact OTHER then Furcadia; www.facebook.com/mairin.roberts But if you're talking to me about the game on there..send it in a message. (; Basically, none of my friends know I do this game.
Timezone; (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada)
About your Character-
Character's Name; Sicario.
Age; Six.
Gender; Female.
DOB: 21 January, 2004
Height; 6'3" (Waiting for sunglaze to approve)
Weight; 560 lbs. (Waiting for sunglaze to approve)
Species; Smilodon Populator (Waiting for sunglaze to approve)
Requested Rank; Guardian-Territorial Scout because I'm assuming you have to prove your worth to be a Royal Calvary.
Physical Description of Character;
i40.tinypic.com/20tsbbq.jpg
Give an example of a Roleplay post!;
Sicario relaxed beside her mate Sirik and daughter Akna. Lounging wasn't the norm for her at times like this when she found herself hungry. Hmph, fatigue wasn't the problem, but laziness definitely was. The sweet scent of the Aztec den calmed her, soothing this usual hostile monster. She wasn't in any particular mood until the scent of Sil came around. It hovered through the air to Sic like an annoying fly. The smell caused Sic's skull to jerk up immediately. And what did she see? The black and purple saber that she ached to feast on. It was bad enough that he'd joined the pride, but the fact that he had the nerve to walk into the den when Sic was in there...oh, anger was raising now. Eyes held on the thing, glaring deep into him. "What the fuck do you want? Come to attempt to fight me again? If that's your wish, then don't run off again, kid." Her words were laced with starvation, hatred and anticipation. Grimace crept up on her maw. Sic was hungry and had been disrespected by this little shit already. What could he possibly want now? This better be good. The more she thought about it, the more pissed off she became. Sic cuddled into Sirik, feeling his muscles. Mm, that did calm her down slightly, but not enough. Low growl slithered from her throat directed at Sil. Her eyes still failed to leave him, making it utterly clear to him that Sic did not welcome him one bit. Talons extended even more, digging deeper into the ground as she stared at Sil. "It's highly advised that you speak with haste..my patience is lacking the longer I wait." she said with a rough voice. [end]
Anything else you'd like to add?;
