Post by Butcher on May 4, 2008 22:08:55 GMT -5
I was told you people are still accepting.
Username of the character you wish to use:
Pup Butcher
Color code (located in your character's .ini):
t%-#5C=;;::$'#
IC Age:
3 years
OOC Age:
17
What position in the pack do you want?
Hunter
Current Description:
> Isn't it fun when I play games with your mind?
Sample roleplay:
'Twisted.' Commented the male's mind in a monotone. Forelegs became outstretched; stomach dropping to ground. An army crawl, as one might say, through the underbrush. He attempted to stay on the err of caution, bending the elements to his advantage. Lithe fox body dodged obstacles; his undivided attention 'pon the destination. Black eyes searched listlessly; what was he looking for? He advanced; pace quickening. His grim shadow cast to the ground, dancing and molding into different shapes as he crawled in the moonlit area. "Raging against night, do we go." His voice held an ugly leer, vocal cords playing a song that held both the hatred of criminals and intelligence of any fox. An amazing militant strategist; sharp.
'Twisted.' He repeated in his mind; slowing, yet still advancing. His particular route was shrouded by midnight, an eerie sight to behold. Uncanny and appalling thoughts persisted to wash away any sanity that he might have had. As the night droned on, so did the slowing pace of the fox. Gnarled trees enclosed him. The lighting changed, sprouting from the ground. Clouds blocked the moon; blood leaked from his broken body. How could this have happened? He continued walking; sliding past the trees, slowing, tiring.
"A suiting end for a hell bringer!" Cried a raven. "For sooth! Food, you'll soon be!" Butch shook his head, and advanced even more slowly. He continued crawling, staggering, dragging himself. "Damn you fox, just die!" Cried several ravens simultaneously. The fox was not discouraged by these cries; he continued. His quickened his pace, tripped and fallen. He lay, groaning in pain, waiting. Death held it open arms to him, he recoiled and started crawling again. Trees seemed to loom over him; attempting to scoop his small body up. He backed away, only to find himself trapped.
Yet the morn had to come; it had been all but a dream. A nightmare, the very dellusion he saw when he closed his the second he closed his eyes. Tongue slide across his muzzle, evil smirk dominated his face. Out of sheer habit, he started hunting. Butch didn't stop for anything; he was hungry. A diet of... puppies, wasn't it? Gliding like a ghost in the cover of fog. He did this as if it were a religion. Every day, he sought out you'uns and "chewed" them.
A pup(ripe for the picking, just as he fancied) played under a willow tree. Butch, who hid beneath a bush watched. His "uniform" made it all too obvious where he was from, therefore his mind was set to keep the element of surprise. The pup waddled closer to his bush. Butch continued watching. You'un came even closer, sniffing without erring on caution. The fox slide gently from his cover. "Hello," he said casually. "Want to play a game with me? I call it Butcher. I'm a nice guy. But remember, once you say yes, you cannot leave the game for anything. You can't stop playing until you win." Easy going smile was quite convincing; an easy hook, line and sinker.
When did you first join Furcadia?
2007-02-16/14:27:30/Fri
When did you first create the character you're applying with?
2008-04-28/21:54:56/Mon
How many pups have you killed?
(On this alt:) One [Akamaru challenged me for having a PKP name]
(On other alts:) The number escapes me. (I never marked my kills down)
Username of the character you wish to use:
Pup Butcher
Color code (located in your character's .ini):
t%-#5C=;;::$'#
IC Age:
3 years
OOC Age:
17
What position in the pack do you want?
Hunter
Current Description:
> Isn't it fun when I play games with your mind?
Sample roleplay:
'Twisted.' Commented the male's mind in a monotone. Forelegs became outstretched; stomach dropping to ground. An army crawl, as one might say, through the underbrush. He attempted to stay on the err of caution, bending the elements to his advantage. Lithe fox body dodged obstacles; his undivided attention 'pon the destination. Black eyes searched listlessly; what was he looking for? He advanced; pace quickening. His grim shadow cast to the ground, dancing and molding into different shapes as he crawled in the moonlit area. "Raging against night, do we go." His voice held an ugly leer, vocal cords playing a song that held both the hatred of criminals and intelligence of any fox. An amazing militant strategist; sharp.
'Twisted.' He repeated in his mind; slowing, yet still advancing. His particular route was shrouded by midnight, an eerie sight to behold. Uncanny and appalling thoughts persisted to wash away any sanity that he might have had. As the night droned on, so did the slowing pace of the fox. Gnarled trees enclosed him. The lighting changed, sprouting from the ground. Clouds blocked the moon; blood leaked from his broken body. How could this have happened? He continued walking; sliding past the trees, slowing, tiring.
"A suiting end for a hell bringer!" Cried a raven. "For sooth! Food, you'll soon be!" Butch shook his head, and advanced even more slowly. He continued crawling, staggering, dragging himself. "Damn you fox, just die!" Cried several ravens simultaneously. The fox was not discouraged by these cries; he continued. His quickened his pace, tripped and fallen. He lay, groaning in pain, waiting. Death held it open arms to him, he recoiled and started crawling again. Trees seemed to loom over him; attempting to scoop his small body up. He backed away, only to find himself trapped.
Yet the morn had to come; it had been all but a dream. A nightmare, the very dellusion he saw when he closed his the second he closed his eyes. Tongue slide across his muzzle, evil smirk dominated his face. Out of sheer habit, he started hunting. Butch didn't stop for anything; he was hungry. A diet of... puppies, wasn't it? Gliding like a ghost in the cover of fog. He did this as if it were a religion. Every day, he sought out you'uns and "chewed" them.
A pup(ripe for the picking, just as he fancied) played under a willow tree. Butch, who hid beneath a bush watched. His "uniform" made it all too obvious where he was from, therefore his mind was set to keep the element of surprise. The pup waddled closer to his bush. Butch continued watching. You'un came even closer, sniffing without erring on caution. The fox slide gently from his cover. "Hello," he said casually. "Want to play a game with me? I call it Butcher. I'm a nice guy. But remember, once you say yes, you cannot leave the game for anything. You can't stop playing until you win." Easy going smile was quite convincing; an easy hook, line and sinker.
When did you first join Furcadia?
2007-02-16/14:27:30/Fri
When did you first create the character you're applying with?
2008-04-28/21:54:56/Mon
How many pups have you killed?
(On this alt:) One [Akamaru challenged me for having a PKP name]
(On other alts:) The number escapes me. (I never marked my kills down)
[Edit: I realize someone had Pup Butcher before? Mh, I just made him o:]