Post by Vagabond. on Mar 3, 2018 20:41:31 GMT
Username:
Vagabond.
Character name:
Lucius Von Roache (r-O-shh)
Activity Level (1-10):
6-7, may increase. Weekends are prime time.
Character age:
4 years.
Character Species (if a custom species, pm an admin):
Plain ol' wolf boy.
Information or Reference of your character:
Design was bought and then gifted to me by a fabu friend <3
In game(fail):
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel):
Recruit I guess? I can't see the ranks without being approved.
Preset Link (Optional):
Version 1
What are you looking forward to in RR?:
Meeting new people, dusting the cobwebs off of my RP skills, and generally getting back into FH. I have watched this group off and on and never joined. Since it has returned I figured this is my chance to try.
Role-play Sample (please no one sentence samples):
[Censored] pests," his voice erupted, breaking the constant noise of their wings near his eardrums. Did they have nothing better to strike at besides his already torn up ears? Apparently not.
He'd been waiting in this spot for nearly 3 days for the ones who had marked it with their stench to return. Prior to settling in this area, he'd watched a few of them from afar and jested to himself about their ways. One or two always seemed to stand with their heads a little higher than the rest, undoubtedly cocky, while the remaining beings simply lulled about. They'd call out to passersby and occasionally the unsuspecting soul would return banter only to take a seat next to the rest of them. Recruitment, he'd supposed.
But where in blazes were they now?
When Lucius had finally had enough of the biting flies and the unrelenting heat, he would stand and shake his body free from the clinging grasses and debris he'd collected while waiting. "If they don't show soon I will ju--" His monologue cut short when his keen nose picked up the warm, fresh scent of the ones he'd been idle for. Excellent.
Once a daunting group came around the corner and into sight, the brutish male would take a seat in their revered spot and dip his head in greeting. "I've been waiting," he would report flatly, but then add, "I'd like to join your ranks...if you'll have me."
Vagabond.
Character name:
Lucius Von Roache (r-O-shh)
Activity Level (1-10):
6-7, may increase. Weekends are prime time.
Character age:
4 years.
Character Species (if a custom species, pm an admin):
Plain ol' wolf boy.
Information or Reference of your character:
Design was bought and then gifted to me by a fabu friend <3
In game(fail):
Character Rank (Recruit or Mongrel):
Recruit I guess? I can't see the ranks without being approved.
Preset Link (Optional):
Version 1
What are you looking forward to in RR?:
Meeting new people, dusting the cobwebs off of my RP skills, and generally getting back into FH. I have watched this group off and on and never joined. Since it has returned I figured this is my chance to try.
Role-play Sample (please no one sentence samples):
Buzzing. What was it with this incessant buzzing?
A low, rumbling growl akin to a grumble of displeasure managed to sneak forth from the large beast that laid curled into himself, eyes closed, in the day's sweltering heat. His cropped ears flitted in annoyance almost pleadingly as flies bit a the tender flesh that wrapped the backs of the audits. "He'd been waiting in this spot for nearly 3 days for the ones who had marked it with their stench to return. Prior to settling in this area, he'd watched a few of them from afar and jested to himself about their ways. One or two always seemed to stand with their heads a little higher than the rest, undoubtedly cocky, while the remaining beings simply lulled about. They'd call out to passersby and occasionally the unsuspecting soul would return banter only to take a seat next to the rest of them. Recruitment, he'd supposed.
But where in blazes were they now?
When Lucius had finally had enough of the biting flies and the unrelenting heat, he would stand and shake his body free from the clinging grasses and debris he'd collected while waiting. "If they don't show soon I will ju--" His monologue cut short when his keen nose picked up the warm, fresh scent of the ones he'd been idle for. Excellent.
Once a daunting group came around the corner and into sight, the brutish male would take a seat in their revered spot and dip his head in greeting. "I've been waiting," he would report flatly, but then add, "I'd like to join your ranks...if you'll have me."