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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Sept 7, 2009 21:10:38 GMT -5
The positions for alpha have been reopened for three out of four packs. Due to inactivity from the original alphas, we are allowing other members to try out for the role if they'd like. The following packs are in need of alphas:
-Dunen } - Alpha male/female.
-Kalte} - Alpha male. [Faded has returned, disregard this.]
-Asmeth} - Alpha male. [Taken.]
Edit: We are now only in need of one more alpha. The pack that still needs a female alpha role is Dunen. Please note that all other pack openings aside from beta are now closed.
As a sidenote, the position for beta is still available for most of the packs--if you are not interested in an alpha role but would like to audition for beta, please fill out an application in the appropriate thread.
To apply for an alpha, fill out this form and post it below. If you are accepted, a staff member will notify you.
[b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Height:[/b] [b]Pack Desired: [/b] [b]Physical Appearance:[/b] [b][b]Disposition: [/b] History:[/b]
[b]RP Sample [minimum 300 words]:[/b]
Good luck!
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Post by roka on Sept 16, 2009 19:07:07 GMT -5
Name:Roka Age:2 years Gender:Female Height:30 inches Pack Desired:Kalte Physical Appearance: Roka is a Reddish-brown wolf with bright green eyes that shine like leaves. Her legs are brutally strong and muscular. Her jaw muscles were made to tear prey and fight off intruders that stray to far into her territory.. She has very powerful hindlegs used to propel her through the forest after prey. Her fur is very long and helps to keep her warm in the cold winters that are unbearable. Her eyes resemble the trees leaves in bloom. Her fur has the appearance of a fox and uses that to her advantage to slink closer to her prey. She can look very mean at sometimes but don't let that stop you from saying hello. Her shoulder are large and dense used for pushing things out of her way. She has a thick head and a normal sized snout for her size. She has large paws and long fur all over. Her brute strength keeps her from running extremely long distances. She is more in the fighting category. She is more a freak of nature as she is large even for a red wolf. Most people mistake red wolves for small creatures but Roka will prove them wrong. She is bigger than even some large grey wolves but she doesn't let it go to her head.
Disposition:She is very even tempered with her pack accept for challengers. She has a short temper for idiots or mess-ups so stay out of her way. She can't stand loners or intruders knowing all to well they spell trouble. She is ready to fight and willingly take a challenge. She loves to hunt and is very adventurous roaming freely where she wishes. She loves pups and wants to have her own someday if she can find the right man. She is very flirtatious but won't give into any male that treats hear like a god. She would love to be alpha female but doesn't know if she can tolerate all of the packs screw-ups. She will try to handle it as best as she can and stick to one male for now. She is very hostile to other packs and competition. If she catches any female around her special crush or mate she will tear them up. If it is the alphaess then she will challenge her to get her man. She would do anything to protect her pups and will only mate with the purest of wolves. She is very picky when it comes to friends and will tear you up.She was born by a loner force-bred by a pack wolf alpha. Her life was very weird seeing the random appearance of other males. Her father came to find her mother and killed her when he saw that she had kept his pups a secret from him all this time. He then took her and brought her to the pack forcing her into the ranks. He admired her brute strength and took her for battle purposes. He killed her brothers Koda and Max not in the mood for any challenges in the future. She was then adopted by one of the nursing females and forgot about her mother and her weird future. She was toyed with by the older wolves and then forcebred and forced not to tell a soul. She then grew into the wolf she is today. She went back and killed those who harmed her full of hate and rage. He father had made a killing machine that back fired and she killed him easily in a bloody battle. Well bloody for him anyway. Now she is looking to be alpha female and find her place in life. She wants to be left to her business and not asked about her past wanting it to be erased forever. She doesn't want to remember her father as a murderer or her mother as someone who sleeps around. All she wants is a normal life. She was driven off by her fathers pack and his mate. The pack accused her of lieing about being his off spring. She then ran and joined a new pack starting a whole new life. History:
RP Sample [minimum 300 words]: Roka looked to the moon and howled. She didn't know where the urge to howl came from. This howl was a blood-thirty howl. She was after her prey,a young doe that's life was about to end. She silenced her howl and charged down the slope. Her past solo hunts had prepared her for this one. Her technique was a circular movement that confused the prey. She would howl from one place and appear from another and repeat the process till she was done playing around. She will finally kill her prey swiftly and violently. She had just become a part of the pack and didn't like the idea of sharing her food. If any wolf came near she would bare her teeth and growl. She ran after her deer with pristine swiftness. If she was going to get this deer she would have to do is fast. Her brute build kept her from running over long distances. She used her weight to her advantage as taught by her father and pulled ahead of the deer. She pulled out in front of it and started digging. She had made a large hole and waited for the deer. When it came it fell in the hole and broke it's neck. The fall was fatal every time. She then began to tear at the flesh eating quickly before any other wolves caught the scent. When she was done devouring her meal she jumped out of the hole and buried the bones. Even if it was her prey she respected it enough to bury the remains. She ran her tongue over her muzzle to was all blood off and started back off toward her pack's camp. She would return and fight for the position she wanted. Alphaess would be hers someday whether sooner or later. For the sake of other females she hoped sooner not wanting the jealousy to take over.
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Sept 16, 2009 20:30:37 GMT -5
Accepted.
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Post by selantra on Sept 19, 2009 18:51:42 GMT -5
-pokes- someone apply for asmeth alpha male..I need to get my imagination going.
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Post by `| κιrs♥ on Sept 23, 2009 15:22:52 GMT -5
Might as well. :3 I could see how he wouldn't really fit in to well, but he's one you have to get used to anyways.
Name: Zane.
Age: 5 years of age.
Gender: Male.
Height: 39 inches at shoulder.
Pack Desired: Asmeth I suppose.
Physical Appearance: You could compare Zane to a striped hyena. He looks like one, but with a few different color variations.
The base of his coat is pure white, but blends to a tan in some areas. Stripes decorate the alabaster, winding up his legs, down his back, across his tail, and reach up from his belly to the height of his shoulders. They're black in color, with an almost unnoticeable maroon tint to it. His ears are also this color, along with the mask on his face.
Zane is bulky, definitely. Muscles outline each curve of his body, and make his body flow together. When the sun hits his frame, it sends every hue of his coat alight, revealing his beauty. He liekd to show it off, too. He was happy with himself. He was good with being an arrogant jerk, one that was good looking. He liked the silkiness of his fur, the swift movement of his body, and the rippling muscles. Not everyone agreed with how perfect he felt, but that was okay with him.
Disposition: He's definately not a boring guy. Zane has a great sense of humor, and makes everything into a joke if he can. Most of his jokes, though, aren't thoroughly polite, and can be crude and mean, but he's learned not to care what other people think. If they don't like his jokes, then they had a reason to be away from him. Most think he is rude after spending about a day with him, and go running. Not that he cares, of course, for his mind wanders anyway to wreak more havoc. You could label him as 'womanizer', for all he does is flirt, crack jokes, and smirk. But then again, he doesn't really mean it. He may have a main mate he stays with, but they'd have to have loads of patience for this boy.
He's not all fun and games, however. Zane has bloodlust in him. When he's mad, he'll lop your head off. Mabye just close to it, but you'd better watch out. Sometimes he has the urge to terrorize some lone wolf, or watch some gooey loner squirm, and just for the heck of it. Sometimes these emotions plow over his joking side, and he can't control this other side. He turns into more of a dictator, leading everywhere he may.
He's outgoing; definitely not shy. Speaks his mind, and is a gentleman in some jokingly ways when he wants to be, though he does it just to mess with minds. It's all about reactions to him. It's what he does it for. His mind eagerly awaits reactions to his harmful actions everytime he commits one.
History: Zane came from a whole different world, it seems. As a pup, his family loved him. They thought he was amazing; nice, funny, sweet. But maybe that was what he led them to believe, or maybe that really was him then. He didn't know anymore what happened. All he knew was that everybody liked him, and not just because he had forced them too. He liked them, too, and felt an awkward connection between him and his family. Too bad it was all in the past.
Zane was especially protectve of his sister. He knew what could harm her, and he tried to keep the goons away from her. He never really told anyone about his weird fetish, and no one ever really noticed. Well, that wasall until the day that their pack was ambushed. All until the day he slipped.
Zane sat by the shore, his topaz eyes watching the waves lap innocently onto the sand, and then crawl back again. It was soothing to his mind; he had a lot to think about lately. And it was right then that he lifted his head and watched a seagull fly briskly away, when something crashed into his back, sending him flying into the rolling water, sending it everywhere. He was infuriated. He spun around in one quick second, his smoldering eyes searching for his attacker. And there he was. And there she was. His sister. Caught by this... thing. How could he have let this happen? Why didn't he watch her? Why didn't he prevent this? He snarled. Zane yelled at him to let her go, but he wouldn't. The attacker egged him on, babling about how much he could do with the fae, and what he wanted wans't exactly acceptable with Zane. But he kept digging in his head, messing with his thoughts, messing with whatever he could turn around. Zane was lost. Did his sister really mean that much anymore? Would she be better off with a stranger?
His eyes narrowed. He could atleast kill this wolf and then let her go. And he did. Although people looked at him like he was a monster by the war he tore the wolf apart, snarling the whole time. He won the fight, and won several others that starry night. But when he went back to his sister, his coat matted with blood, he regretted the fear he saw in her eyes. He knew what was going through her mind, and he had to let her go. His own sister thought he was a monster. What could he do with himself now?
So he ran. With one last unsteady glance at his trembling sister, he spun around and leaped into the woods, pushing his legs out as far as they would go. He ran for miles; miles upon miles. He didn't want to stop, for fear of the intruders of his pack to come find him and tell him of his sisters fate. He had already guessed she was taken as a prisoner. He collapsed in a shallow lake, the water rushing over his aching limbs. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
In his slumber, he thought of ways he could distract himself. He came to the decision of playing the badguy; he would terrorize each wolf he passed. He felt no different than his sister's tormenters, and he was okay with that. And he stuck to it. For years he did this, until it became natural to him. And now he liked it. He liked how people reacted to his sarcastic remarks, or his awkward advances into their personal space. Now this was him.
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Sept 23, 2009 15:28:55 GMT -5
Accepted, luff. <3
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Dec 8, 2009 21:47:11 GMT -5
EDIT: We are in need of an alpha female for the Dunen pack. This is currently the only remaining alpha position open for audition.
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