Post by error on Mar 3, 2010 12:29:24 GMT -5
Okay.. I don't know if this was supposed to be posted here.. I searched for the rules but didn't find any o.o... but yea... let's get this over with (:
SEX: Femme
AGE:Three years of age
SPECIES: Grey Wolf
TYPE: Canis lupus columbianus
RANK: Rogue
POWER: Shadow-stepping;;
-the ability to meld into shadows and use it in their power for either defense or offense. Also act out vanishing act for quick get a ways in dire time needs. more then 13 hours of sunlight will terribly weaken her state, but she can re-grow power in moonless, new moon nights.-
YOUR EGO'S BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR HEAD.[/font][/center]
PERSONALITY: She's an odd mixture of cynicism and pride. She does not expect miracles from the world and knows that she must make her own way, but she thinks that she's enough of a wolf to make a place for herself, and is proud of her accomplishments. She does not take to disloyalty from others too well, and will kill a traitor without a second thought.
To many Error appears to be Indifferent, unusual, rough and a complete mystery. No one tends to know quite what to think of her because she can camouflage her emotions so incredibly well, almost as well as her thoughts. No one knows exactly what she's going to do or what he is capable of and so far, Error's made sure they never will.
Cross her and, Error is a force to be reckoned with at the best of times. Mildly psychotic, she has ferocious mood swings and a constantly shifting sense of loyalty if not within a pack. The best word to describe she would be "intense," because whatever emotion you're being faced with from Error, it's usually at a level of intensity that's frightening. But then again it's this ambitious nature that holds great power to her, an the need of joining a pack.. either sooner or later.
HISTORY: Born to a strong and well rooted pack, she was always the favorite. Amongst her sibling and pack mates she was always bathed in support and compliments, along with great teaching subordinates.
She went along to become a renowned delteic huntress but her pack elders wanted to take her to the top. So they trained her non-stop every day in and out into fighting abilities. Always putting her up to fighting the older battalions [fighters] of her pack.
Since the alpha female was faltering they knew with out a doubt this pup would take that spot, so all their energy was fed on her. But her high light didn't last long before her own brother went against her, spreading a detestably rumor that caused her devastation. They exiled her, hence why she is an exiled battalion, away from the pack, but that wasn't enough for her siblings, whom sought out after her.
A year later they found her and literally tore her to shreds.. leaving her there to die as they readied to take high ups in the pack. Luckily she managed to survive and was lift, staggering away [this is were she stumbles into these lands]]
YOU'RE NOT THE MASTERMIND.
SIRE: N/A
DAM: N/A
KIN: Somewhere...
OTHER: N/A
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I AM THE PRODUCT OF MY OWN DESIGN.
HEY THERE! MY NAME IS: Error
MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE: None
HERE'S MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (from another forum site I have)
The sharp contraction of her unnatural light eyes faded once she looked from the herder. Everyone had to learn somehow, she figured. Her head rose to the scent of the storm approaching the group of dogs. Lightly flicking her audit to the left before rounding away from the group, letting all the others follow Dallas and Zack while she lingered at the base of the small pack of dogs. Her shouter rotating with each of her clean strides before they began to draw into thicker vegetation. Looking from left to right she began to hilt her strides at a horizontal pattern, going in zigzags along the group. Her tail slowly curling behind her like an in grown lever.
They walked like this for a few minutes, she passed various members, the thudding of her paws were scares and almost silence, her auds always pricked forward and listening. Even thought she didn't have the best site in the group, she made for in her powerful hearing abilities. Pro-longing her strides she began to trot along the west side of the group, the foliage becoming lighter, she could almost feel that the area up ahead would grow clear once more. "Hmm..What could be up ahead..?" She silently asked herself, narrowing her pupils until they constricted to miniature slits in the smoothness of her icy cold eyes. Something was stirring up ahead but she couldn't make clear view of it.
Curling her neck back she dropped her left aud, keeping it to the path in front of her before giving a low, yet profound yip to Zach. At the angle she stood, she was only a few meters ahead of the males that were leading. She turned her head up forward before leaning it down, her nose to the ground, pushing and unsettling a few blades of grass and various dead leaves but didn't find source. Instinctively she leaned her head up, her pink nose wrinkled as the wind rushed past her shoulder blades, lightly rattling the leaves from above, attached to the slim branches. Her tail slowly began to curl and wafer along her read hocks, parting and compressing the furs at the tip blunt of her tail.
Slowly but surely the scents finally conjured with her nose. They were much thicker then any canine scent she had come across before, and there was faint traces of blood mixed in, much like the formation of pelt and coloration's they made. Dipping her head again she leaned some to the left, hearing Dallas and Zach drawing closer at her right. Much like a pointer keeps it's gaze, Salome kept her eyes focused on the unseen creatures that she had scented it, and knowing how old the wind was growing she was more then sure they had scented them out aswell. She racked her mind over and over, but never did come across what species lingered right before them, maybe only long meters away.
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Accepted by: Snow
STAND TALL, HEAD AND SHOULDERS DOWN
THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM LIKE US ANYMORE
•FATAL ERROR•
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YOUR WALLS OF PRIDE ARE ONLY FENCING YOU IN.
THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM LIKE US ANYMORE
•FATAL ERROR•
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YOUR WALLS OF PRIDE ARE ONLY FENCING YOU IN.
SEX: Femme
AGE:Three years of age
SPECIES: Grey Wolf
TYPE: Canis lupus columbianus
RANK: Rogue
POWER: Shadow-stepping;;
-the ability to meld into shadows and use it in their power for either defense or offense. Also act out vanishing act for quick get a ways in dire time needs. more then 13 hours of sunlight will terribly weaken her state, but she can re-grow power in moonless, new moon nights.-
YOUR EGO'S BEEN PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR HEAD.
PERSONALITY: She's an odd mixture of cynicism and pride. She does not expect miracles from the world and knows that she must make her own way, but she thinks that she's enough of a wolf to make a place for herself, and is proud of her accomplishments. She does not take to disloyalty from others too well, and will kill a traitor without a second thought.
To many Error appears to be Indifferent, unusual, rough and a complete mystery. No one tends to know quite what to think of her because she can camouflage her emotions so incredibly well, almost as well as her thoughts. No one knows exactly what she's going to do or what he is capable of and so far, Error's made sure they never will.
Cross her and, Error is a force to be reckoned with at the best of times. Mildly psychotic, she has ferocious mood swings and a constantly shifting sense of loyalty if not within a pack. The best word to describe she would be "intense," because whatever emotion you're being faced with from Error, it's usually at a level of intensity that's frightening. But then again it's this ambitious nature that holds great power to her, an the need of joining a pack.. either sooner or later.
HISTORY: Born to a strong and well rooted pack, she was always the favorite. Amongst her sibling and pack mates she was always bathed in support and compliments, along with great teaching subordinates.
She went along to become a renowned delteic huntress but her pack elders wanted to take her to the top. So they trained her non-stop every day in and out into fighting abilities. Always putting her up to fighting the older battalions [fighters] of her pack.
Since the alpha female was faltering they knew with out a doubt this pup would take that spot, so all their energy was fed on her. But her high light didn't last long before her own brother went against her, spreading a detestably rumor that caused her devastation. They exiled her, hence why she is an exiled battalion, away from the pack, but that wasn't enough for her siblings, whom sought out after her.
A year later they found her and literally tore her to shreds.. leaving her there to die as they readied to take high ups in the pack. Luckily she managed to survive and was lift, staggering away [this is were she stumbles into these lands]]
YOU'RE NOT THE MASTERMIND.
SIRE: N/A
DAM: N/A
KIN: Somewhere...
OTHER: N/A
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I AM THE PRODUCT OF MY OWN DESIGN.
HEY THERE! MY NAME IS: Error
MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE: None
HERE'S MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (from another forum site I have)
The sharp contraction of her unnatural light eyes faded once she looked from the herder. Everyone had to learn somehow, she figured. Her head rose to the scent of the storm approaching the group of dogs. Lightly flicking her audit to the left before rounding away from the group, letting all the others follow Dallas and Zack while she lingered at the base of the small pack of dogs. Her shouter rotating with each of her clean strides before they began to draw into thicker vegetation. Looking from left to right she began to hilt her strides at a horizontal pattern, going in zigzags along the group. Her tail slowly curling behind her like an in grown lever.
They walked like this for a few minutes, she passed various members, the thudding of her paws were scares and almost silence, her auds always pricked forward and listening. Even thought she didn't have the best site in the group, she made for in her powerful hearing abilities. Pro-longing her strides she began to trot along the west side of the group, the foliage becoming lighter, she could almost feel that the area up ahead would grow clear once more. "Hmm..What could be up ahead..?" She silently asked herself, narrowing her pupils until they constricted to miniature slits in the smoothness of her icy cold eyes. Something was stirring up ahead but she couldn't make clear view of it.
Curling her neck back she dropped her left aud, keeping it to the path in front of her before giving a low, yet profound yip to Zach. At the angle she stood, she was only a few meters ahead of the males that were leading. She turned her head up forward before leaning it down, her nose to the ground, pushing and unsettling a few blades of grass and various dead leaves but didn't find source. Instinctively she leaned her head up, her pink nose wrinkled as the wind rushed past her shoulder blades, lightly rattling the leaves from above, attached to the slim branches. Her tail slowly began to curl and wafer along her read hocks, parting and compressing the furs at the tip blunt of her tail.
Slowly but surely the scents finally conjured with her nose. They were much thicker then any canine scent she had come across before, and there was faint traces of blood mixed in, much like the formation of pelt and coloration's they made. Dipping her head again she leaned some to the left, hearing Dallas and Zach drawing closer at her right. Much like a pointer keeps it's gaze, Salome kept her eyes focused on the unseen creatures that she had scented it, and knowing how old the wind was growing she was more then sure they had scented them out aswell. She racked her mind over and over, but never did come across what species lingered right before them, maybe only long meters away.
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hey there! this app was inspired by kena of CAUTION 2.0
so don't go stealing. it's not cool. and. . . lyrics from Product of my own Design by
the lovely Trapt
so don't go stealing. it's not cool. and. . . lyrics from Product of my own Design by
the lovely Trapt
Accepted by: Snow