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Post by ♫ admin on Jan 16, 2008 17:05:31 GMT 9
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Here are the applications for the different playable dogs in the upcoming plotline! [By the way, in case you didn't know, these are the big dogs forementioned that are gonna help Swallow--read this thread. before you apply!]
They're kinda a group of long-time friends.
Swallow is going to find and recruit them in the city. They're going to help TalonClan and Ocean Sea fight against the four clans--but turn on Swallow afterwards, killing her before returning to the city (where you will still be able to RP as them ^w^)
One pairing and ONE PAIRING, ONLY are allowed to have pups together. After that, no more.
Dog #1 A female, a mutt and a bit smaller than her collegues--but just a bit, and she's got quite a lot of fight in her. She was a traveler for a long time, but came to settle down in the city upon meeting dog #3 and #2. She's quite close to dog #2.
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Dog #2 This male used to be a very powerful dog in a small pack of huskies--until he himself, alpha male of the group, got lost in a blizzard. He never saw his mate, pups, or pack again, but he's adjusted to living in the city. (Rumor has it he's got a slight crush on Dog #1, despite his undying, longing love for his old mate, Rush.)
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Dog #3 He, also a mutt, has been living in the city his whole life. He doesn't know anything else. He first found dog #2 when the husky stumbled upon the city and they've stuck together ever since.
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Dog #4 The brother of dog #3, he abandoned his brother once they were old enough to stop depending on each-other to survive in the city. He lived with a hostile gang for a while, but when the gang was defeated and dispersed, and he ran into his brother with dog #2 and #1, he joined the small group. He takes a liking to dog #1 as well...
And, now that you understand each dog and have sort of started to get an image in your mind (hopefully) about who you'd like to apply for... Here's the form! (You can apply for two maximum, but that's just to increase your chances--no one will actually get to play as two dogs.) (Post the form as a reply to this thread)
[b]Dog:[/b] [Dog you are applying for, the number] [b]Name:[/b] [what the name of the dog you're applying for will be] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [in your own words, how you would describe it]
[b]RP Sample:[/b] [with the dog you're applying for, at least 300 words]
Alright, that's it! Can't wait to see the samples, and I wish everybody the best of luck! >D (I might try out for one...and then if I do, I'll get somebody else to judge me against the others x3)
This one's a bit different. If we have a lot of people applying (and sorry, but if you got a beagle, you can't apply for these) I'll narrow it down to like, two for each or something and you'll have to do a sample RP session together to see how the dynamics work :3 'Cause theyr'e long time friends, but that doesn't mean they don't argue from time to time, and stuff like that...
TRYOUTS WILL END JANUARY 28, 2008!
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Post by poppy on Jan 17, 2008 7:32:37 GMT 9
Dog:Numro uno Name:Poppy Personality:She's a very sweet dog,Loves to play,and has ALOT of fight in her. Appearance:Poppy is mostly brown with white in some areas,and black on the ears and the top of her back.
RP Sample: Poppy as in an ally.she wined in hope of some food as the twolegs go by.She wanted her old mate,Thunder back."I need food."She wined.After a while a small twoleg came by."Hey.Are you hungry?Here."the twoleg said while giving her bits of twoleg food.Poppy ate them quickly.the twoleg held out it's hand.Poppy licked the hand gentely.thenthe young Girltwoleg rubbed her head before she left."such a sweet twoleg."Poppy barked soflty. Poppy got up and started to walk along the street.She walked untill a gloomy shape apeared.Pering closer she found out that it was a cat.Poppy growled and started to charge.Poppy Stooped dad in her tracks when she saw the cat had a color saying"Winter"on it. Slowly Poppy walked up to the cat."Who in Starclan's name are you,Filping frogs?She asked."I....I....I'm just a lost hous cat."Winter stammderd."ok,But don't be standen in my toilet winer,Winted,who ever you are ok?"Poppy asked."o...o...ok."Winter mewed soflty. After the incounter Poppy nestted down onto some old papers and went to sleep..........."wha!"Poppy barked as she shot awake."oh,just a dream."She said.She had dreamed of her old mate and her pups,Thunder,Bark,and Honey.As Night creeped in,A velvet grey fog came with it."o great.now i can't see anything."She barked.The moon slowly rised and Poppy remembered that on he night of a full moon she got seprated."please let my family be safe."she howled.then found a comfortable spot to sleep,nestted down,Closed her eyes,and went to sleep.
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Post by ♫ admin on Jan 17, 2008 17:07:27 GMT 9
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Dog: Dog #1
Name: Aluminum (though, she likes to be known as "Lummi"--pronounced loom-ee)
Personality: Lummi is a very independent dog. She doesn't need anyone, though, that's not to say she doesn't enjoy the company of others. She doesn't, however, depend on them for anything. Despite this, she is capable of forming close bonds with those she spends lots of time with, and rarely "hates" any dog, per se. She's opinionated and outspoken, but she knows when she's being annoyingly so. She doesn't care what any dog thinks of her--though she's only willing to make sacrifices for those very close to her, and still, it needs to be for a good cause. Mostly, she looks out for herself. As stated earlier, she was a traveler for a long while, which makes her very street-smart and even cultured in a way (or, as cultured as a dog can get, I suppose). She can speak a [i[tiny
[/i] bit of cat--but it's very weak--though, she's not easily humiliated, so she doesn't really care all that much and will use it openly when needed. Appearance: Lummi is a mutt, through and through. Both of her parents--also travelers--were mutts. Now, here she is--this golden brown female with long shaggy fur. Her chest fur, muzzle, and front leg sport white fur, and her ears and back are black, with more tufts of ebony here and there scattered through her pelt. Her wide eyes are a deep abyss of--yet again--even more black. Though smaller than her colleagues, she's still fairly strong. Lean and well-muscled, this dog knows how to fight, and her pointed jaws and long, almost rusty looking claws, are no setback. RP Sample: .____the meetingAs Lummi came to the end of a long, narrow alleyway, she poked her moist black nose around the corner, scenting for a split second before proceeding to make her way into yet another twist of the narrow drynose ((twoleg)) street. It was a habit she'd picked up along her travels-- always know what's coming up. Of course, she would be more careful at night, but it was broad daylight out--no, not broad, a thick layer of clouds covered the sun. Still, gangs tended to gather at night. Cold asphalt searing under her tender black pads as she made her way down the, alleyway, she gave a low growl. Why is this city so cold? Sure, it was icetime, but she had never, in all her travels, experienced an area with such freezing temperatures. At least the water's not frozen yet, she realized as she came across a small puddle, bending down to slurp from it's musky remains. In it she tasted the city. It added a certain bitterness to the water, sending a familiar tingle down her spine. She didn't see how any dog, or any creature, for that matter, could stand water that wasn't tainted by the metallic tang of the city. Standing up again, liquid dripping lightly off her muzzle, she continued on her way, swiping a long pink tongue around her maw in an attempt to clear the freezing water from it's surface. She suddenly halted as her broad nose picked up a new scent. Dogs. Taking a moment to scent the air more concentratedly, Lummi decided that whatever dog was approaching wasn't dangerous. Trotting forward confidently, she continued in the direction she had been going until she came to the creature she had scented. Before her was a gray and black patched dog. His pointed dark ears flopped a bit at the tip, and he gave her a crooked "grin" (if dogs could grin) revealing friendly fangs. "Hello!" was his optimistic yap. Behind him, another dog approached. This one was slightly larger--a husky, by the looks of him, with clear blue eyes. The three dogs stood awkwardly for a moment before the original gray and black mutt added, "Hungry?" [Narrator voice: And thus, a great friendship emerged...] [[ooc;; Bleah >__o This is, obviously, Dog #1 meeting dogs #2 and #3 for the first time. The optimistic pup-like persona is just how I always envisioned #3, but you by no means have to make him like this if you apply for him ^w^]] [[kidding about the narrator thing]] x3 [/color][/center] <<- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♫
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Post by poppy on Jan 18, 2008 5:46:59 GMT 9
oh.umm... ok.i think i'll delete it.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 18, 2008 6:24:20 GMT 9
I'm sure Boe doesn't mean you have to delete it, although a spell/grammar check wouldn't go astray. And I just wanted to let people know that I probably will be auditioning for ze husky because I'm incredibly weak and cannot resist the temptation. I also would not mind judging the entries, in case you're looking for someone to do so...
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Post by poppy on Jan 18, 2008 7:15:38 GMT 9
Dog:Numro thres Name:Smoke Personality:He's very kind and loving.He loves to run around,and he's hyper. Appearance:he's a mixture of a Smokey Grey and black.he's mostly a Smokey Grey and has black patches on him.
RP Sample:Smoke was sitting on a garbage can a alley.then he laid sown and walked out onto he streets.he passed allot of twolegs,some gave him food and some pushed him away.He was looking for Lummi."where is she?"he wondered. Smoke soon gave up and went back to the alley. "Man!Rats!"he spat. "i don't give a bees brain for a maget milk!"Smoke spat again. Then Smoke jumped down and walked toward his toilet.he found a dear mouse and two feild mice. "yyyuuummm......"Smoke barked and snatched all three. After he ate the three mice,he flopped down and went to sleep. Smoke was dreaming of the mate he used to have.she as a preitty blck lab. "i missed you so much."Smoke barked. Then Smoke awoke. "man!"Smoke barked loudly. Smoke soon got to his feet and padded to the back of the alley where it turned.he saw a buket of watr and drank from it before a dumb twoleg came out and he fled. "just keep runniing,just keep running,what do i do?i run."Smoke sang off tune. he soon foud another dear mouse,caught it and ate it and ate it in a few swift bites.Smoke looked up at the darkining sky.Smoke was tired but he wanted to do somethin first.Smoke soon found his toilet and made dirt.Then he went back to his bed settled down and went to sleep.
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Post by Folf on Jan 18, 2008 9:23:23 GMT 9
ooc; Poppy, I don't mean to gang up on you as well, but I've been working on Haunt since Yesterday. I just finished up his RP sample today...I'd keep your application up, you still have a chance! ---
Dog: #2
Name: Ink
Personality: Ink still carries the signs of losing his, physically and metaphorically, his life. Through the husky still carries his strength and persistency, he seems to carry a slight depression, but he doesn’t let it control his life. Melancholy moment once in awhile, but no more. Ink is determined to get over it, and move and look into the future. Another, slightly less pitiful problem that has grown after the incident is an even quicker temper. And once this dog gets a “little” ticked off, he isn’t afraid to let his anger rule him while it lasts. However, when in battle, he stays remarkably cool-headed, taking everything in. Despite some troubles, he has the makings of a natural leader, and the ambition to pull it off. And none if his “problems” keep this dog from remaining social as ever, and enjoying the company of his new packmates.
Appearance: Ink is a large dog, and more lithe in shape then stocky. He carries the typical marbled, black-n’-white coat of a husky. Through already rather thick, it seems to grow an additional few inches every winter. His ears and paws are the norm in size, for huskies at least (with their naturally large paws), and he has a strong, otter-like tail. His muzzle, and head for the matter, are larger then usual. His eyes are a brilliant, eye-catching icy-blue, and is his nose is black. He has a few scars, which increase in number every now and then.
RP Sample: A low growl sounded from the alleyway as rain started to pitter patter on the asphalt and dirt road. The growl-e soon appeared, first by a black and white muzzle, followed by stunning, icy-blue eyes. Then the strong, muscular body. And last was the furrier version of an otter tail, which, through held high, was not wagging in any form of the word. It was Ink, a city dog that, through new to the concrete mini-jungle, had proven himself not one to mess with. Through the husky had received one or two scars since his arrival, he had delivered far more on the scores of local dogs that had dared tried to cross his path.
But now, this dog was in no mood to fight. Now taking a closer look at the canine, one would see those blue eyes, now more frantic then stunning, were darting back and forth, repeating the cycle several times. His tail, a flag holding up his own honor, was slowly be lowered. The dog was frightened. Ink, the new boy in town, had been seperated from his new, four member pack. It was like a terrible, awful, miserable, nightmare reenactment of what had happened more then a year back. An event he wanted to go away...and then leave the place it was banished too.
But instead of a blizzard, cold and freezing and icy, it was rain (still cold but more wet and drenching then freezing and icy). Instead of a pack touching the double digits, it was just him and three others. And instead of a pack with friend, and a mate, and pups...it was just friends. But they were still missing. And he still needed someone. Some people. Ink, the black in his coat living up to the name, let out another whine, growl, yip, before sitting down, and lifting his head to the heavens. Cloudy, sky-covering, splattering heavens...before opening his muzzle, and letting out a lonely, soulful sound. Awwhhhhhooooooooo.......
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Dog: #3
Name: Haunt
Personality: Haunt, lives up to his name for an extent. While he isn’t quite “evil and stoic”, this mutt isn’t the kindest one around. He easily whips out insults, ranging anywhere from teasing to harsh slurs, and to any dog…packmate or otherwise. haunt is a rash dog, and sometimes rarely doesn’t rush into a situation, which has occasionally lead to good outcomes. Most of the time it brings trouble. He has a deeply rooted pride, and doesn’t accept insults (even if it’s “constructive criticism”) from anyone. ANYONE. Not to mention, he is as social as the next dog. He just shows it in a weird, wacky way. Despite several attitude problems, his loyalty is as endless as the list of personality faults (they go beyond the ones listed here), which allows another detail to be introduced: that only he can insult his packmates. Anyone else gets a serious beating.
Appearance: Haunt has a shepherd like body- small and stocky, yet fast and steady. His coat isn’t very long, but its thickness makes up for it. His coat is an interesting mix of grey-white, because it has an amethyst tint to it. He also has black (that still have that hint of purple) blotches all around. The color also covers most of his head, including his ears (which are the stuck up version of a floppy ears) and neck. His tail is a slightly lighter color then the rest of him, as well as being bushy and fan-like. He has dark, harsh brown eyes and a black nose.
RP Sample: Sniff sniff. Squeak squeak. Scamper scamper. "Come on," he thought, "Just a little closer, you dumb, hairy mutt of a beast!" Dumpster. Food. Scurry. SQUEAK! A strong, sturdy shape crushed the rat between two paws, causing several soft cracks. Almost unnecessarily, the grey-n’-black-spotted gave the rodent a nip to the neck, and it was all over for Haunt’s prey. Grinning, lips lightly stained with blood, he grabbed the limp figure in his jaws, he fully pulled his shepherd-dog body out from behind the dumpster (his strong hind legs and bushy tail had still been hidden). Giving a quick look around, the dead rat's limbs and tail swinging around to and fro as he did, the city dog obviously thought the area clear and trotted out from the alley.
The sky, what you could see of it in the morning fog, was colored with the grey of dawn. Also known as the last hours for hunting in darkness...and Haunt's personal favorite for getting food. Giving a few hard sniffs (it was hard to see, after all) he crept onto the sidewalks, claws klinking on the concrete slabs. The mutt's nose was inhaling at a steady pace, the scents leading him around the empty, forlorn city. Step by step, breath by breath, he found and followed his trail back to where he had started hours back.
He had been wandering again. Scaring cats. Making a racket. Scaring cats. Scaring a rat. Hunting that one rat. Ink wouldn't be too happy, but who cared? His temper, no matter how ferocious it could get, didn't frighten him. Not one bit! ...Okay, maybe when he was chomping on an ear or two. And that one time he had started salivating- that was creepy. Everyone had thought he had gone rabid. And was going to kill them all. BONK!
"HEY!" Haunt yipped (a little high-pitched), much to the hurt of his pride. He had slammed his nose right into the da-arn wall! He growled at the pseudo brick, tail straight as an arrow as he avoided the tight corner, and walked into the alley that was the current home base. "My rat got squashed..."
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Post by ♫ admin on Jan 18, 2008 12:11:32 GMT 9
AACK! Don't delete it, Poppy! But as Hexxi said, a grammar/spelling check wouldn't hurt ^w^ I'll help you out with a sample paragraph. What you wrote: What it should look more like: (Corrections in red x3 Also, don't forget to add spaces between punctuation! And you have a bit of random capitalization in there~ And so on and so fourth. Hope that helped! ^w^ And Hexxi, if you could judge for the dog I tried out for, that'd be great!
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 19, 2008 0:45:07 GMT 9
Heh..you know what? I don't think I will audition after all...but I promise to judge as fairly as I can. ;D
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Post by poppy on Jan 19, 2008 6:56:42 GMT 9
is my second rp sample good or do i have to add?
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Post by ♫ admin on Jan 19, 2008 10:40:10 GMT 9
♫ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >> Not bad Poppy, but definatley, it could use some of the revisions I gave you in the example--spaces after punctuation, proper capitalization, you know, that sort of thing.
Awh, I was looking forward to seeing your app, Hexxi! But, if that's what you'd rather do, that's fine x3 Thanks for judging! And if I need any help deciding on something I'll be sure to ask for your input :3
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 21, 2008 6:19:09 GMT 9
Okay, here's my app. But I warn you, I think I got a little carried away... ;D -deepbreath-
Dog: Deux Name: Polar (Polar Ice, in the tradition of his old pack) Personality: This dog used to run, free as the wind, with his beloved pack, and was utterly devoted to being the best Alpha male to them that he could. Back then he was fierce, loyal, proud and strong-willed. He knew he was born to lead his pack and did so to the best of his ability - and enjoyed it. He lived to protect, and still does, only he's not sure what of yet. Polar was strict with his pack, and had very high expectations of them all, but he was not above having a mock-fight with his pups or lending his shoulder for an elderly dog to lean on. The Alpha hardly ever let his temper get the better of him, although he does get angry quite easily. The only time he really became ferocious was when something threatened the pack. He had principles, inner-strength and a clear, vibrant purpose.
Now he is lost.
Polar will never forget his pack, as he is not a dumb dog who can be made to forget all that is dear to him in a matter of moons, but he is, as always, a survivor and so he has done his best to adjust. Polar is quite a deep dog, although he never really realized until all that he loved was ripped away, and he still has a lonely, hopeful howl now and then. He has never gotten a reply, but he never expected one. He is a realist and soon realized that he would have to adjust to city life. Polar is slowly coming back from being little more than a shadow of his previous dominant self. He still likes being in charge. He is still an excellent fighter. One day he will be every bit as loyal, fierce and strong as he was, but he has yet to find what he misses the most. A real purpose. Once he has found that, and not before, can he be the real Polar once more.
Appearance: This dog is big. There are no two ways about it. His build is large and powerful but he is not hulking. Hulking is too coarse a word for the wild and sleek sense of regal magnificence you get from Polar. He has broad shoulder and strong legs, perfect for running across the endless stretches of wilderness that are frequent in this land. He has as much strength and stamina as all of the dogs in his breed, perhaps more than most due to his old position. His coat is also like those of his kind - a white base splashed with black over the back as though the Maker had been in a modern-art kind of mood. This ebony color reaches up to coat the back of his ears and head before dripping over onto his face where it slowly melts back into white, save for two circular patches of soot over the eyes. His nose is the same solid jet-black color, as is the top half of his tail.
Polar's eyes are to most his best feature. They are light blue, flecked with minuscule speckles of white and seem to whirl with all emotions under the moon. It is as if he's somehow caught a full, swirling snowstorm in two identical orbs. The said snowstorm comes to an abrupt halt in the center of his eyes where an impenetrably black pupil takes over. Unfortunately these marvelous eyes are now often clouded with a deep sadness or longing for his lost pack and family.
RP Sample: Aaaaaooooooooowwwwwww. The long white muzzle snapped shut after it's mournful cry, tinged with just a touch of hopefulness. Black-backed ears were pricked up to their highest point, every muscle in his body straining toward the night sky as if this would somehow improve his hearing. As if it would somehow bring the calls of his lost pack back to his ears. If they were even calling. His sky-blue eyes were filled with impossible yearning for the old days, while his mind was filled with disappointed hopes from similar past howls. But maybe this time...just maybe...
He waited... and waited... and waited. But nothing came. It never did. His pack was long, long gone now. It was high time he accepted it and moved on. He didn't have to forget, didn't have to take a new mate or make a new pack, he just had to survive. No, not just survive, he had to live. To become the dog he used to be, to find a new purpose. Then he could forget all about Rush and Drift and Wing and Powder and -
Polar bit back a whimper. This was not working. He didn't want to forget! It would be a betrayal, surely? How could anyone expect a dog to simply disregard everything that had ever meant anything to him? How could he do that? He didn't have anything left. Nothing to work for, to protect. No purpose. No meaning. No life. Then find one. Find a new purpose? It seemed he had to. Polar wasn't one to waste his life away howling to the moon for things that would never come, no matter how much it might seem like that lately. He wanted to find a new purpose. Well, he didn't want to, but he needed to. He was sure the wanting would come along later. Until he found a new purpose, that would be his purpose.
In any event, there was no use waiting around. The dog turned around firmly, absolutely refusing to look back but unable to help straining his ears back to catch any would-be replies. He marched back into the depths of the city, one large white paw at a time, and kept tense and alert. He was ready for this new life. He would grab it with both paws and make the best of what the Maker had given him. What else could a dog do?
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Post by Folf on Jan 21, 2008 11:07:57 GMT 9
I think my chances of getting Mr. NumberTwo dropped by quite a bit. Hex's app completely destroyed and buried mine. x3
But, Mr. NumberThree really grew on me once I started to make his Bio...so I really wouldn't mind roleplaying him. But first, I have to earn them...and wait for next weekand.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 22, 2008 1:14:46 GMT 9
Er...sorry? I think your app was really good though. Mine was too long-winded, if you ask me...but I can't change it because...well, I won't. ^^ I LOVE the name Haunt though! I was going to do an app for Dog #3 where he was all perky and happy but I think your Dog #3 would just pwn it too easily. Because Haunt rocks! Wroof!
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Post by Folf on Jan 23, 2008 13:06:30 GMT 9
xD Don't be sorry! You're app IS better, it really goes in depth with the character. I should have expected something big from you, for the Husky and all.
And thank you. :3 I thought it fit the purplish-black-grey coat he has. After the appearance, everything wasn't planned out. I just took the mean idea and ran with it. x3
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