Post by xMidnight Madness on Dec 30, 2008 13:21:18 GMT -5
ADULT APPLICATION
Character Information ::
Dubbance: xMidnight Madness (Called Midnight or Mid)
Lifetime: 3 yrs (21 in human years)
Gender: Male
Lineage: Skoll/Hati (Wolves seen in Norse Mythology. Click the links to read more)
Parentals: None
Siblings: None
Mated? Nope
Spawn? Yeah right. xD
Website:
Desired rank: Head Warrior
Description: Midnight has pitch black fur that covers his whole body that provides excellent camouflage during the night. However, in contrast to his fur, his eyes are a silver hue that sometimes appear to glow. Reference picture is >here<. Brute is young for his age, not much older than a teenager, however, he is silent and mostly seems to be a loner, although he's seen brooding/sulking with a group of fellow wolves. Dog is known for his hatred of pups, and isn't interested in finding a mate either. But when it comes to fights, brute can go reaaalllyy crazy with the thrill of battle. Even during mock fights, he can end up slaughtering a fellow pack member.
(Yeah, I've changed Mid's personality. I decided that I didn't really like role playing the childish nature)
Roleplaying ::
Socializing;
'Damn...' Midnight let out a sigh, dropping his head onto his paws and stretched out his great body to lay on the ground. The sound of pups yelping and snarling at their play created a deep furrow between Midnight's brows, but he did his best to push aside his annoyance. Oh Fenris, he hated the damn things. And despite the Alpha knowing this, somehow, the pack leader decided that he would be the best candidate to watch over the pack's babies while they went away hunting. He thought of the whelps no better than retarded little bunnies, only with half the brains of actual rabbits...and less delicious tasting. Pups were loud, annoying, got in the way of hunts, and loud. Midnight did like his silence, but of course, an idiot whelp always had to interrupt his moment of peace. And so Midnight established in his mind that he hated pups.
One of the braver whelps inched up to Mid and playfully chewed on his tail. Bad mistake. Mid's anger erupted like a volcano blowing in the form of a vicious snarl and a snap that yanked out a few hairs. Poor pup retreated swiftly with a whimper, the others were quickly scared into a silence. Midnight let another angry spat past his maw to warn them away before settling down again.
Fighting;
Midnight paused in his stroll to stare pointedly at the enemy wolf who had crossed into their territory. Midnight blinked. Was that wolf stupid or was he really trying to get himself killed? It if had been Poison, she would've jumped the wolf and ripped his throat out on site. However, Midnight wasn't in the mood to jump in the cold, freezing river to wash the bloodstains off his coat, and he didn't really feel like wasting the energy either just to send another soul off to heaven. With a sigh, Midnight walked right up to the enemy, keeping a nonaggressive (actually, it was more like completely smack bored) air around him. "Hello," he greeted nonchalantly. "Out for an evening stroll?" A light chuckle sounded from his maw. Without waiting for a response, Midnight turned to let his piercing silver gaze strike the enemy. "Well, you're going have to do your little nature walk somewhere else." Brute bared his teeth, the moonlight reflecting his ivory fangs. "Do you need someone to escort you?"
Enemy crouched down, ears bent back and snarled back a rude response. Midnight sighed and tensed his muscles, getting low down to the ground as well in response. Boy, he really hated taking baths in the middle of the night.
He coiled all tension into his hindlegs, settling his weight onto the back muscles, and launched himself across space at the wolf. His jaws were spread wide open, ready to rip and tear into any flesh that came into contact. If the opponent was smart enough to dodge to the side from his attack, Mid's front legs were ready to land smooth, and then kick again forward to headbutt into the wolf's side.
Turns out that the wolf did have half a brain afterall, and he skipped nimbly to the right to avoid Mid's gnashing teeth. However, he didn't have the reflexes to dodge Mid's second attack, and he got a hard bash into his side.
Mid grinned. Seeing his enemy stunned on the ground excited him. Laughing maniacally, he stomped a claw down to smash the enemy's side. Successful hit would snap at least a few ribs. "C'mon honey!" he taunted. He dragged his other claw across to score a few red marks. Mid giggled. "Play with me some more." When the enemy didn't respond, he cocked his head. "Fine, be that way." He curled his lips back, baring his fangs hungrily. And then Mid reared forward, ready to rip the wolf's throat out for the win.
Hunting; (Hunting's not my best topic, so this might be a bit of a drag)
Midnight slunk through the bushes, his black paws padding along the dirt ground, sidestepping leaves, sticks, and any other items that could potentially give away his position. Glimmering silver eyes never left their target, constantly staring at the pretty young deer across the field. Looking at the plump thing and the amount of meat it packed, Midnight licked his chops.
A bluebird shrilled a cry, and jumped from the scene. The doe looked up at the warning, and turned to run, but it had already lost the race.
Midnight erupted from the bushes, paws outstretched. They hooked onto the deer's back and scored several red marrs. Doe bucked, and Mid lost his hold as the back hooves caught him right on the underbelly.
"Oomf!" he grunted, and rolled over, pouncing on the deer for a second try. The claws caught on once again, and Midnight didn't waste the brief moment of time. He kicked off with his back legs and opening his rearing jaws, clamping down on the deer's back. Fresh blood blossomed from the wound and spilled over his muzzle. The warm meat underneath him spazzmed and began a sudden surge of bucking to throw its attacker off. Gritting his teeth, Midnight sunk his teeth deeper, seeking bone. With a mighty snarl, he snapped the young doe's developing spine in half. Immediately, the deer crumpled beneath him, and Midnight released his deadly grip with a triumphant howl.
Character Information ::
Dubbance: xMidnight Madness (Called Midnight or Mid)
Lifetime: 3 yrs (21 in human years)
Gender: Male
Lineage: Skoll/Hati (Wolves seen in Norse Mythology. Click the links to read more)
Parentals: None
Siblings: None
Mated? Nope
Spawn? Yeah right. xD
Website:
Desired rank: Head Warrior
Description: Midnight has pitch black fur that covers his whole body that provides excellent camouflage during the night. However, in contrast to his fur, his eyes are a silver hue that sometimes appear to glow. Reference picture is >here<. Brute is young for his age, not much older than a teenager, however, he is silent and mostly seems to be a loner, although he's seen brooding/sulking with a group of fellow wolves. Dog is known for his hatred of pups, and isn't interested in finding a mate either. But when it comes to fights, brute can go reaaalllyy crazy with the thrill of battle. Even during mock fights, he can end up slaughtering a fellow pack member.
(Yeah, I've changed Mid's personality. I decided that I didn't really like role playing the childish nature)
Roleplaying ::
Socializing;
'Damn...' Midnight let out a sigh, dropping his head onto his paws and stretched out his great body to lay on the ground. The sound of pups yelping and snarling at their play created a deep furrow between Midnight's brows, but he did his best to push aside his annoyance. Oh Fenris, he hated the damn things. And despite the Alpha knowing this, somehow, the pack leader decided that he would be the best candidate to watch over the pack's babies while they went away hunting. He thought of the whelps no better than retarded little bunnies, only with half the brains of actual rabbits...and less delicious tasting. Pups were loud, annoying, got in the way of hunts, and loud. Midnight did like his silence, but of course, an idiot whelp always had to interrupt his moment of peace. And so Midnight established in his mind that he hated pups.
One of the braver whelps inched up to Mid and playfully chewed on his tail. Bad mistake. Mid's anger erupted like a volcano blowing in the form of a vicious snarl and a snap that yanked out a few hairs. Poor pup retreated swiftly with a whimper, the others were quickly scared into a silence. Midnight let another angry spat past his maw to warn them away before settling down again.
Fighting;
Midnight paused in his stroll to stare pointedly at the enemy wolf who had crossed into their territory. Midnight blinked. Was that wolf stupid or was he really trying to get himself killed? It if had been Poison, she would've jumped the wolf and ripped his throat out on site. However, Midnight wasn't in the mood to jump in the cold, freezing river to wash the bloodstains off his coat, and he didn't really feel like wasting the energy either just to send another soul off to heaven. With a sigh, Midnight walked right up to the enemy, keeping a nonaggressive (actually, it was more like completely smack bored) air around him. "Hello," he greeted nonchalantly. "Out for an evening stroll?" A light chuckle sounded from his maw. Without waiting for a response, Midnight turned to let his piercing silver gaze strike the enemy. "Well, you're going have to do your little nature walk somewhere else." Brute bared his teeth, the moonlight reflecting his ivory fangs. "Do you need someone to escort you?"
Enemy crouched down, ears bent back and snarled back a rude response. Midnight sighed and tensed his muscles, getting low down to the ground as well in response. Boy, he really hated taking baths in the middle of the night.
He coiled all tension into his hindlegs, settling his weight onto the back muscles, and launched himself across space at the wolf. His jaws were spread wide open, ready to rip and tear into any flesh that came into contact. If the opponent was smart enough to dodge to the side from his attack, Mid's front legs were ready to land smooth, and then kick again forward to headbutt into the wolf's side.
Turns out that the wolf did have half a brain afterall, and he skipped nimbly to the right to avoid Mid's gnashing teeth. However, he didn't have the reflexes to dodge Mid's second attack, and he got a hard bash into his side.
Mid grinned. Seeing his enemy stunned on the ground excited him. Laughing maniacally, he stomped a claw down to smash the enemy's side. Successful hit would snap at least a few ribs. "C'mon honey!" he taunted. He dragged his other claw across to score a few red marks. Mid giggled. "Play with me some more." When the enemy didn't respond, he cocked his head. "Fine, be that way." He curled his lips back, baring his fangs hungrily. And then Mid reared forward, ready to rip the wolf's throat out for the win.
Hunting; (Hunting's not my best topic, so this might be a bit of a drag)
Midnight slunk through the bushes, his black paws padding along the dirt ground, sidestepping leaves, sticks, and any other items that could potentially give away his position. Glimmering silver eyes never left their target, constantly staring at the pretty young deer across the field. Looking at the plump thing and the amount of meat it packed, Midnight licked his chops.
A bluebird shrilled a cry, and jumped from the scene. The doe looked up at the warning, and turned to run, but it had already lost the race.
Midnight erupted from the bushes, paws outstretched. They hooked onto the deer's back and scored several red marrs. Doe bucked, and Mid lost his hold as the back hooves caught him right on the underbelly.
"Oomf!" he grunted, and rolled over, pouncing on the deer for a second try. The claws caught on once again, and Midnight didn't waste the brief moment of time. He kicked off with his back legs and opening his rearing jaws, clamping down on the deer's back. Fresh blood blossomed from the wound and spilled over his muzzle. The warm meat underneath him spazzmed and began a sudden surge of bucking to throw its attacker off. Gritting his teeth, Midnight sunk his teeth deeper, seeking bone. With a mighty snarl, he snapped the young doe's developing spine in half. Immediately, the deer crumpled beneath him, and Midnight released his deadly grip with a triumphant howl.
