Post by Williard on Jan 3, 2007 9:43:56 GMT -5
In case you don't know yet I'm Kennel; some things happened and I decided to make her my strictly pony-roleplay-only character (lol). So my new account is lil willie. w/e.
ADULT APPLICATION
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Williard
Lifetime: 3.5 years
Gender: Penis
Lineage: Heavenhound x Grey Wolf
Parentals: ? x ?
Siblings: ??
Mated?: uh. no. lol
Spawn: no.
Website: www.freewebs.com/princesalami
Desired rank: Delta OR head warrior; preferably delta, though, although I'm fine with the latter.
Description:
Physical - Large, white, living gospel of lies and hate. He was an earthbound Heavenhound, his wings known only as a slight indent and naked patch of skin between his shoulderblades. Running from his forehead to his tail was a bubbly streak of black, with two white horn-shaped patches on the sides of his heads, making a sort of devilish black cap. The black also spread to his legs, the inky blotches threading their way up to his hocks on his hind legs, his paws on his front. Topping off the incarnation were green ears - not the overdone lime green ears, but ears a simple pastel green. Brute did not look overly fearsome, but in battle he had indeed slain.
Personality - He was a slinky one, was he. You never knew when he'd pull a cold one on you. Not that he wasn't trustworthy; it was just that Will was fond of 'bending' the truth, and sometimes splintering his promises. Oh, and did I mention sex? Will was very fond of it. Gentlemen he did not care for very much, but he warmed up girls. A lot. Too often.
(Note, I do not rape your character, and I do not rp sex XDD maybe lightly, but w/e. isn't it fun having a promiscuous boy?
)
Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing;
Williard flicked his tail idly, feeling his lids grow heavier with each passing moment of the hot day. Dammit, the summer heat was making his drowsy. Yawning, he got up and stretched, feeling his spines and bones crack with a touch of satisfaction. Now that he was standing, he noticed two wolves at two o'clock: a male and a female. He nodded to the male, but flashed his brightest, most charming smile at the female. "Good day," he said briskly, his eyes wide, bright, and sparkling. Will could enchant any chick and he knew it. "I'm Williard. And you would be?" He was addressing his words more to the female, but he took care to turn his chin and smile faintly at the male as well. One would never know; perhaps they were protective of eachother, although as to why Will could laugh. He could not understand how someone could truly love another.
Fighting;
The brute gritted his teeth and charged for a frontal attack. It would seem he was trying to ram his opponent, although he knew that was a stupid choice, given all the superpowered wolves who could dodge anything nowadays. No, at the last possible second he would extend and twist his head and try to sink the teeth into the vital throbbing arteries that lay beneath the surface of his foe's neck. Although Will doubted the attack could be dodged very easily, if somehow it was then he would pull back and go again, so that he would be lunging and snapping. Not only was this sure to lay a few cuts on the other wolf, it would make it hard for the other wolf to attack.
Hunting;
Williard crepts forwards, his belly level with the ground, his breath freezing into icy crystals in front of his nose, his tail, held straight out, brushing the tips of the grass lightly. Ahead, one of the falcons from the mountain was tamping about in the snow, its feet making small V-shaped tracks. Although it was a large bird, it was hardly a meal for a wolf as large as Will, but in the icy northern winter, anything could fill a belly. Will inched forwards, thanking Tor and Fenris for the fact that the wind was carrying away his scent, and all of a sudden he sprung. Unlike the clumsy pups, he didn't soar 439859438 feet in the air; instead he barely lifted from the ground, allowing his paws to simply grab the neck and pin the bird to the ground. With a swift chomp he beheaded it, and, clutching his prize in his jaws, turned tail to make his way back towards the den.
ADULT APPLICATION
Character Information ::
Dubbance: Williard
Lifetime: 3.5 years
Gender: Penis
Lineage: Heavenhound x Grey Wolf
Parentals: ? x ?
Siblings: ??
Mated?: uh. no. lol
Spawn: no.
Website: www.freewebs.com/princesalami
Desired rank: Delta OR head warrior; preferably delta, though, although I'm fine with the latter.
Description:
Physical - Large, white, living gospel of lies and hate. He was an earthbound Heavenhound, his wings known only as a slight indent and naked patch of skin between his shoulderblades. Running from his forehead to his tail was a bubbly streak of black, with two white horn-shaped patches on the sides of his heads, making a sort of devilish black cap. The black also spread to his legs, the inky blotches threading their way up to his hocks on his hind legs, his paws on his front. Topping off the incarnation were green ears - not the overdone lime green ears, but ears a simple pastel green. Brute did not look overly fearsome, but in battle he had indeed slain.
Personality - He was a slinky one, was he. You never knew when he'd pull a cold one on you. Not that he wasn't trustworthy; it was just that Will was fond of 'bending' the truth, and sometimes splintering his promises. Oh, and did I mention sex? Will was very fond of it. Gentlemen he did not care for very much, but he warmed up girls. A lot. Too often.
(Note, I do not rape your character, and I do not rp sex XDD maybe lightly, but w/e. isn't it fun having a promiscuous boy?
)Roleplaying ::
(Please, write down all the three required posts. You can also add some old posts if you wish to. And we're not giving you the situations, btw.)
Socializing;
Williard flicked his tail idly, feeling his lids grow heavier with each passing moment of the hot day. Dammit, the summer heat was making his drowsy. Yawning, he got up and stretched, feeling his spines and bones crack with a touch of satisfaction. Now that he was standing, he noticed two wolves at two o'clock: a male and a female. He nodded to the male, but flashed his brightest, most charming smile at the female. "Good day," he said briskly, his eyes wide, bright, and sparkling. Will could enchant any chick and he knew it. "I'm Williard. And you would be?" He was addressing his words more to the female, but he took care to turn his chin and smile faintly at the male as well. One would never know; perhaps they were protective of eachother, although as to why Will could laugh. He could not understand how someone could truly love another.
Fighting;
The brute gritted his teeth and charged for a frontal attack. It would seem he was trying to ram his opponent, although he knew that was a stupid choice, given all the superpowered wolves who could dodge anything nowadays. No, at the last possible second he would extend and twist his head and try to sink the teeth into the vital throbbing arteries that lay beneath the surface of his foe's neck. Although Will doubted the attack could be dodged very easily, if somehow it was then he would pull back and go again, so that he would be lunging and snapping. Not only was this sure to lay a few cuts on the other wolf, it would make it hard for the other wolf to attack.
Hunting;
Williard crepts forwards, his belly level with the ground, his breath freezing into icy crystals in front of his nose, his tail, held straight out, brushing the tips of the grass lightly. Ahead, one of the falcons from the mountain was tamping about in the snow, its feet making small V-shaped tracks. Although it was a large bird, it was hardly a meal for a wolf as large as Will, but in the icy northern winter, anything could fill a belly. Will inched forwards, thanking Tor and Fenris for the fact that the wind was carrying away his scent, and all of a sudden he sprung. Unlike the clumsy pups, he didn't soar 439859438 feet in the air; instead he barely lifted from the ground, allowing his paws to simply grab the neck and pin the bird to the ground. With a swift chomp he beheaded it, and, clutching his prize in his jaws, turned tail to make his way back towards the den.
