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Śmierć Hierarchy~
Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Sun Mar 03, 2013 10:11 am
Taranis Damhán Śmierć x Aoibhe Róisín Monat
carved into the heart, the Śmierć's are a family of deep tradition. males inheriting all. land and women. they are the entitled, the feared. ravishing all in what can be gained. reaping the benefits of their fortunate gender. taranis raised his boys with harsh demands. passing along skills learned and honed upon the battlefield and in the ring. expecting both to follow in his footsteps. teaching each how to bend others at their will. manipulate to reap what they wished to sow. along with the cunning skills, taranis passed along his sexist views. allowing both boys to command their sisters. practicing the art of master and slave. dáirine was the only to rebel. seeking to prove herself just as tough and just as skilled as her litter mates to her father's distaste. though not what he wanted, she had earned a dedicated spot within his icy heart. she is the favored of the three daughters. nóirin was quick to obey. her mind apt to such submissive manners. she takes pride in all tasks asked of her and never shies from punishment that she has acquired. perfectly broken in. siobhan is the runt of the family. the spitting image of her mother. she is timid and so easily frightened. naïve and tender, she expressed humiliation and embarrassment in tasks which plays into Skoll's sadist tendencies. she is his favored sibling, while all the others tend to shun her.
carved into the heart, the Śmierć's are a family of deep tradition. males inheriting all. land and women. they are the entitled, the feared. ravishing all in what can be gained. reaping the benefits of their fortunate gender. taranis raised his boys with harsh demands. passing along skills learned and honed upon the battlefield and in the ring. expecting both to follow in his footsteps. teaching each how to bend others at their will. manipulate to reap what they wished to sow. along with the cunning skills, taranis passed along his sexist views. allowing both boys to command their sisters. practicing the art of master and slave. dáirine was the only to rebel. seeking to prove herself just as tough and just as skilled as her litter mates to her father's distaste. though not what he wanted, she had earned a dedicated spot within his icy heart. she is the favored of the three daughters. nóirin was quick to obey. her mind apt to such submissive manners. she takes pride in all tasks asked of her and never shies from punishment that she has acquired. perfectly broken in. siobhan is the runt of the family. the spitting image of her mother. she is timid and so easily frightened. naïve and tender, she expressed humiliation and embarrassment in tasks which plays into Skoll's sadist tendencies. she is his favored sibling, while all the others tend to shun her.
NOTE! Siobhan, Dáirine as long as the parents will be added later on today! You can still audition form them!
TAKEN
Name: Skoll Aktaion Śmierć
Gender: Male
Age: Three
Relatives: Brother~ Ksiezyc.
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Description:
A brute of sheer strength, Skoll is built like a rock. He stands eighty inches, the seemingly maximum for a wolf of his stature. His weight often shifts from one hundred thirty to one hundred forty pounds, all depending on if he eats regularly and how much time he spends with strengthening his build. Mammoth frame is cloaked in a blanket of dark colors of freshly fallen angels. The thick strands that create the monotone hide are long and soft feeling, seeming to be woven from the richest of silk. Legs are the normal height and packed with muscle, his body stocky and muscled. His snout is a bit short, creating an almost regal and enforcing look to his facial features. Eyes are that of the brightest of colors, one yellow as the merely touch of the sun, and the other one sanguine, gems that seem to be alight with a never ending fire of unknown passion. He was built for war, for protection, to keep others in line that dared to step across it. His body is riddled with scars, both major and minor, most of them covered. A few stick out, some along his legs and near his neck. With a mighty appearance comes a stoic complexion, his attitude vast and tolerable. He is a man of honor and of valor, one that takes promises seriously and secrets to the grave. He can be a brutal soul, brash and blunt with his words. Skoll often speaks his mind, seeming to have no filter. His uncanny charm and wit he will use to his advantage, his arrogance and stubbornness something that only seems to grow bigger as he ages. For the most part he can be relaxed and poised, sometimes making himself seem like the more matured adult in certain situations. He's charitable, but only if he knows it will benefit him in the long run. He can be a sweet heart, a real heart breaker, polygamy pulsating through his veins like the air that he needs to stay alive. He will never become a single woman man, commitment issues something he will never get over. When it comes to befriending others it takes him some time, mainly due to his attitude, generally from being too arrogant to speak to most males and too sexist to believe women can be more than just pleasure toys, though that does not mean he won't talk to women. He's a fierce protector to those he is close to, loyal and caring to the end.
Gender: Male
Age: Three
Relatives: Brother~ Ksiezyc.
Photo:
Description:
A brute of sheer strength, Skoll is built like a rock. He stands eighty inches, the seemingly maximum for a wolf of his stature. His weight often shifts from one hundred thirty to one hundred forty pounds, all depending on if he eats regularly and how much time he spends with strengthening his build. Mammoth frame is cloaked in a blanket of dark colors of freshly fallen angels. The thick strands that create the monotone hide are long and soft feeling, seeming to be woven from the richest of silk. Legs are the normal height and packed with muscle, his body stocky and muscled. His snout is a bit short, creating an almost regal and enforcing look to his facial features. Eyes are that of the brightest of colors, one yellow as the merely touch of the sun, and the other one sanguine, gems that seem to be alight with a never ending fire of unknown passion. He was built for war, for protection, to keep others in line that dared to step across it. His body is riddled with scars, both major and minor, most of them covered. A few stick out, some along his legs and near his neck. With a mighty appearance comes a stoic complexion, his attitude vast and tolerable. He is a man of honor and of valor, one that takes promises seriously and secrets to the grave. He can be a brutal soul, brash and blunt with his words. Skoll often speaks his mind, seeming to have no filter. His uncanny charm and wit he will use to his advantage, his arrogance and stubbornness something that only seems to grow bigger as he ages. For the most part he can be relaxed and poised, sometimes making himself seem like the more matured adult in certain situations. He's charitable, but only if he knows it will benefit him in the long run. He can be a sweet heart, a real heart breaker, polygamy pulsating through his veins like the air that he needs to stay alive. He will never become a single woman man, commitment issues something he will never get over. When it comes to befriending others it takes him some time, mainly due to his attitude, generally from being too arrogant to speak to most males and too sexist to believe women can be more than just pleasure toys, though that does not mean he won't talk to women. He's a fierce protector to those he is close to, loyal and caring to the end.
Last edited by King Ksieżyc Śmierć on Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:54 pm; edited 3 times in total
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Join date : 2013-02-23
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Countess Vivienné Fri Mar 08, 2013 10:30 pm
V a l t ý r
Behold! Encased within a fledgling shell is a psyche aged like a fine wine. A patient stoic - - he is not cursed with the impulsive, choleric nature of bestial adolescents. Maturity is evident despite his youth, displayed by both word and action. He speaks with unexpected sophistication, valuing manners highly and always -no matter the situation- addressing others with a politic demeanor. Slow to anger, it is unnerving how, no matter how raged, he manages to remain completely impassive. In fact, when confronted with belligerence he simply becomes phlegmatic; mordant remarks wound him not, no matter how acerbic. Often, and by those he does not favor, he is regarded as cold.
Morality consumes him. Bound by his own promises, his word is his own law. Thus, this honest man is a trustworthy one, for he will never betray you. Honor courses through him, sheathed within his veins and beating beneath a steel chest. A chivalrous creature, he values women above all. Perhaps influenced by prodigious reverence for his sisters, he holds a vast admiration for all maidens. Despite such, he appears to be incapable of commitment and thus his romances, while remarkably lavish, are fleeting. friendships are concrete, though rare. Even then, while he rarely finds individuals he genuinely enjoys, respect is given where respect is deserved. Get don't get fooled by his romantic personality, he is a assassin, a animal, a mercenary to hire.
He is a monster. A killer, who will put a price on your life and take it. He kills for the thrill. An assassin, that does what you want when you want, for the right price. And the amount of deaths is just a number, now—insignificant, cheap, a number that grows and changes daily. He can also be a liar, a master manipulator, capable of twisting people to get what she needs or wants. And although he cares, truly cares for others, he is ultimately a survivalist. He does what its necessary to keep himself alive and well.
Unfathomable is he, the reaper of bad news, the bearer of sardonic requests. A mirage of reality flickers behind emptily staring eyes, forcing you to believe in his fantasies. Everything within him, a crusted and smoldering flame, awaits for some unseen retribution. A patch of red fur just under his eye and down his spine, a hint of the spark that resides within; an illuminating glow against an otherwise unseen shadow. He stands tall for a male, a profound 88 inches, but his stature is not well equipped for waging wars. Lean muscle hugs tight against his bones, a stark life of lurking giving him an eerily skeletal shilouette. His years of life as a loner have hardly given him substance, his frame appearing more sickly and ghastly than much else. But perhaps for Valtyr, such an appearance only adds to his dastardly appeal .. for he is better suited for sneaking through the shadows, a slender body designed to manipulate itself through twists and turns. Something about the way he moves is eerily reminiscent of a ghost, a dark demon that forever haunts.
Any Kind Of Disorders: Excesive Fury when injured. Uncontroling rage/blood-lust when he taste the crimson nectar
R a s o f i e l
Extremily elegant and pretty, Rasofiel could easily be a princess with her looks alone. Her coat is ivory and long, fluffy to keep her warm. She is still in her youth, but is growing to be an agile girl with long legs, superbly fast reflexes and a quick runner. She can duck and dodge to the point where it is unrivaled, which is helped by her slim frame and long legs. With a finely chiseled face and petite, pyramidal ears, Henna is really the most elegant of her family along with her brother. Her eyes are uniquely rare from her family genes, sanguine hues. This girl is by no means large, and actually ends on the smaller end of the medium scale. Her legs make sure she isn't small, but she's more of a medium size as a result of their length.
She is a killer like her brother, a mercenary who was trained from where she was little the art of fighting.
Rasofiel is passionate in everything does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all. For her to be indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish 'cause of her bi-polarity. Not to mention, she is exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Rasofiel is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary. As a result, she roams.
Rasofiel's favorite alias to go by is Fox. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She also makes sure people know the severity of what they ask of her.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death. She doesn’t want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check only her family truely knows about it. She keeps her secret passions hidden. She smiles, speaks charmingly, and makes jovial comments and jokes. She, altogether, is charming when she wants to be. Particularly in the company of men. Rasofiel can be a ridiculous flirt, when the situation calls for it. And, despite being raped when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of most men then she does around women.
Rasofiel also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
Any Mental Disorders: Bi-Polarity.
She is a killer like her brother, a mercenary who was trained from where she was little the art of fighting.
Rasofiel is passionate in everything does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all. For her to be indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish 'cause of her bi-polarity. Not to mention, she is exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Rasofiel is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary. As a result, she roams.
Rasofiel's favorite alias to go by is Fox. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She also makes sure people know the severity of what they ask of her.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death. She doesn’t want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check only her family truely knows about it. She keeps her secret passions hidden. She smiles, speaks charmingly, and makes jovial comments and jokes. She, altogether, is charming when she wants to be. Particularly in the company of men. Rasofiel can be a ridiculous flirt, when the situation calls for it. And, despite being raped when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of most men then she does around women.
Rasofiel also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
Any Mental Disorders: Bi-Polarity.
[font=Georgia]N i y o l
Porcelain princess is wrapped in ivory pure cloth, form fitting to er newly developed body, Striking ivory befits most of her frame, with the crimson flecked with orange bleeding into luxurious fur that is plentiful in short strands that cling to her body. The palette which houses these colors is small, quote noticeably small and all legs. The growing muscles she possess' are compact within the thighs, much like a petite prima ballerina. Beneath the veil of a lady lies the rosy cheeks of a child. Yellow eyes forever cast upwards toward the fixation of the moment in a gaze of inexperience and want usually given to those of the deity sort. The shepherd to her sheep changes form but is forever by her side. However tight her grip on them may be, it is incredibly fleeting, the mind like a child easily lost to a simple gaze of another. The world is large and fascinating, but she is incapable of navigating on her own. She may stray, but she will return to someone's warm side at night.
Emotions are strange things, foreign, hard to deal with, and come at her in such a way that makes her head spin. Most of the time, the catalyst is small or even non-existent, but the strength remains and digs into her like a fang on fire. The emotion radiates throughout her body and super sonic's outward like a ripple effect. Niyol is extremely empathetic in the way that, she doesn't wish to to feel the emotions of others, but they infect regardless. Miss Niyol has no plans to reign in her explosive emotional tendencies, as she sees nothing wrong with how she acts.
The pure-coated girl's moral compass seems to stretch every which way and is forever turning. Despite her emotional problems, Niyol tends to be generally warm at welcome, and intensely curious. Loyalty is an odd concept to her that she doesn't completely grasp and hurting others is in the gray spectrum as opposed to black and white, which applies to most of her views as well.
child-like. obsessive. mood swings. non-judgmental. sheep.
Any Mental Disorders: Bi-Polarity.
Emotions are strange things, foreign, hard to deal with, and come at her in such a way that makes her head spin. Most of the time, the catalyst is small or even non-existent, but the strength remains and digs into her like a fang on fire. The emotion radiates throughout her body and super sonic's outward like a ripple effect. Niyol is extremely empathetic in the way that, she doesn't wish to to feel the emotions of others, but they infect regardless. Miss Niyol has no plans to reign in her explosive emotional tendencies, as she sees nothing wrong with how she acts.
The pure-coated girl's moral compass seems to stretch every which way and is forever turning. Despite her emotional problems, Niyol tends to be generally warm at welcome, and intensely curious. Loyalty is an odd concept to her that she doesn't completely grasp and hurting others is in the gray spectrum as opposed to black and white, which applies to most of her views as well.
child-like. obsessive. mood swings. non-judgmental. sheep.
Any Mental Disorders: Bi-Polarity.
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Join date : 2013-02-20
Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Anax Vasil Prodigy Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:50 pm
auditioning for:R a s o f i e l
Extremily elegant and pretty, Rasofiel could easily be a princess with her looks alone. Her coat is ivory and long, fluffy to keep her warm. She is still in her youth, but is growing to be an agile girl with long legs, superbly fast reflexes and a quick runner. She can duck and dodge to the point where it is unrivaled, which is helped by her slim frame and long legs. With a finely chiseled face and petite, pyramidal ears, Henna is really the most elegant of her family along with her brother. Her eyes are uniquely rare from her family genes, sanguine hues. This girl is by no means large, and actually ends on the smaller end of the medium scale. Her legs make sure she isn't small, but she's more of a medium size as a result of their length.
She is a killer like her brother, a mercenary who was trained from where she was little the art of fighting.
Rasofiel is passionate in everything does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all. For her to be indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish 'cause of her bi-polarity. Not to mention, she is exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Rasofiel is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary. As a result, she roams.
Rasofiel's favorite alias to go by is Fox. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She also makes sure people know the severity of what they ask of her.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death. She doesn’t want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check only her family truely knows about it. She keeps her secret passions hidden. She smiles, speaks charmingly, and makes jovial comments and jokes. She, altogether, is charming when she wants to be. Particularly in the company of men. Rasofiel can be a ridiculous flirt, when the situation calls for it. And, despite being raped when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of most men then she does around women.
Rasofiel also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
Example post pup: As she enters the world of hell she nudges up to her mother alice, Her mothers a suductress and can woo any male she desires, which rosofiel has inherited. feeling the breeze against the cold bitter of the wind she nudges up to her mother, taking in every scent and features she can feel. Whimpering rasofiel nudges with her tea cupped paws under feeling the love and protection of my dear mother,alice. rasofiel's bonny features stand out like her mothers, her frame a silk white and her movements will become elegant and precise making efforts with her role to one day maybe be a queen and do her mother proud.
example post young adult: Being more free to do as she wants she takes her steps outside, her footing never once out of place, she parts her pretty little maw as she turns to face her mother and father, hearing the sound of the birds churping she heads to the forest as she shows of her seductive features, She swipes her tounge around her maw and keep every hair on her petite frame in check, adventuring deeper into the forest she fades away into the shadows. As she ventures through the rogues begin to creep in,The princess is the key to a brutes heart and the desires they could only wish for, her sea blue eyes narrow and she pins back her ears against her skull, she's learnt in the past that being to flirtatious and welcoming can be a big mistake with a rogue, The snarls end the silence.
Extremily elegant and pretty, Rasofiel could easily be a princess with her looks alone. Her coat is ivory and long, fluffy to keep her warm. She is still in her youth, but is growing to be an agile girl with long legs, superbly fast reflexes and a quick runner. She can duck and dodge to the point where it is unrivaled, which is helped by her slim frame and long legs. With a finely chiseled face and petite, pyramidal ears, Henna is really the most elegant of her family along with her brother. Her eyes are uniquely rare from her family genes, sanguine hues. This girl is by no means large, and actually ends on the smaller end of the medium scale. Her legs make sure she isn't small, but she's more of a medium size as a result of their length.
She is a killer like her brother, a mercenary who was trained from where she was little the art of fighting.
Rasofiel is passionate in everything does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all. For her to be indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish 'cause of her bi-polarity. Not to mention, she is exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Rasofiel is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary. As a result, she roams.
Rasofiel's favorite alias to go by is Fox. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She also makes sure people know the severity of what they ask of her.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death. She doesn’t want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check only her family truely knows about it. She keeps her secret passions hidden. She smiles, speaks charmingly, and makes jovial comments and jokes. She, altogether, is charming when she wants to be. Particularly in the company of men. Rasofiel can be a ridiculous flirt, when the situation calls for it. And, despite being raped when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of most men then she does around women.
Rasofiel also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
Example post pup: As she enters the world of hell she nudges up to her mother alice, Her mothers a suductress and can woo any male she desires, which rosofiel has inherited. feeling the breeze against the cold bitter of the wind she nudges up to her mother, taking in every scent and features she can feel. Whimpering rasofiel nudges with her tea cupped paws under feeling the love and protection of my dear mother,alice. rasofiel's bonny features stand out like her mothers, her frame a silk white and her movements will become elegant and precise making efforts with her role to one day maybe be a queen and do her mother proud.
example post young adult: Being more free to do as she wants she takes her steps outside, her footing never once out of place, she parts her pretty little maw as she turns to face her mother and father, hearing the sound of the birds churping she heads to the forest as she shows of her seductive features, She swipes her tounge around her maw and keep every hair on her petite frame in check, adventuring deeper into the forest she fades away into the shadows. As she ventures through the rogues begin to creep in,The princess is the key to a brutes heart and the desires they could only wish for, her sea blue eyes narrow and she pins back her ears against her skull, she's learnt in the past that being to flirtatious and welcoming can be a big mistake with a rogue, The snarls end the silence.
Last edited by chamberlin Prodigy vilkas on Sat Mar 09, 2013 1:01 am; edited 1 time in total
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Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Oliver Vilkas Sat Mar 09, 2013 12:31 am
Audition for: Valtyr
Pup: Stumbling towards my mums, thick, fluffy coat, I rub my head against her belly. I fumbled around with my little paws. Nuzzling around, I nudge through my sisters and snuggle against my mum. I twitch rapidly in my little nap, making little whimpers. I snuffle around , sweetly. I frezee as I feel my mother softly picked me up and settled me down, so I could get some milk. Suckling, I push my paws around, to become more aware of my surroundings. After I finnished suckling I lick my lips and move my head around to get comfterble.
(OOC: I will edit this tomorrow to add more lines, but I have to go. I will also post a yearling one tomorrow.)
Pup: Stumbling towards my mums, thick, fluffy coat, I rub my head against her belly. I fumbled around with my little paws. Nuzzling around, I nudge through my sisters and snuggle against my mum. I twitch rapidly in my little nap, making little whimpers. I snuffle around , sweetly. I frezee as I feel my mother softly picked me up and settled me down, so I could get some milk. Suckling, I push my paws around, to become more aware of my surroundings. After I finnished suckling I lick my lips and move my head around to get comfterble.
(OOC: I will edit this tomorrow to add more lines, but I have to go. I will also post a yearling one tomorrow.)
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Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Anax Vasil Prodigy Sat Mar 09, 2013 12:54 am
oliver if you get the male you have to rp detailed, because on the previous one you only use 1-2 sentences in rp.
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Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Sat Mar 09, 2013 10:47 am
Prodigy, I believe you should rather adopt Niyol, because she's on the gentle and wiser side. Rasofiel is rather the cruel type and I don't think you would manage that.
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Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Anax Vasil Prodigy Sat Mar 09, 2013 1:55 pm
ok, do i have to do another example or can i make her an account?
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Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Princess Ayame Śmierć Sat Mar 09, 2013 9:09 pm
Extremily elegant and pretty, Rasofiel could easily be a princess with her looks alone. Her coat is ivory and long, fluffy to keep her warm. She is still in her youth, but is growing to be an agile girl with long legs, superbly fast reflexes and a quick runner. She can duck and dodge to the point where it is unrivaled, which is helped by her slim frame and long legs. With a finely chiseled face and petite, pyramidal ears, Henna is really the most elegant of her family along with her brother. Her eyes are uniquely rare from her family genes, sanguine hues. This girl is by no means large, and actually ends on the smaller end of the medium scale. Her legs make sure she isn't small, but she's more of a medium size as a result of their length.
She is a killer like her brother, a mercenary who was trained from where she was little the art of fighting.
Rasofiel is passionate in everything does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all. For her to be indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish 'cause of her bi-polarity. Not to mention, she is exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Rasofiel is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary. As a result, she roams.
Rasofiel's favorite alias to go by is Fox. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She also makes sure people know the severity of what they ask of her.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death. She doesn’t want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check only her family truely knows about it. She keeps her secret passions hidden. She smiles, speaks charmingly, and makes jovial comments and jokes. She, altogether, is charming when she wants to be. Particularly in the company of men. Rasofiel can be a ridiculous flirt, when the situation calls for it. And, despite being raped when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of most men then she does around women.
Rasofiel also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
Any Mental Disorders: Bi-Polarity.
Example post A D U L T - as the mistress lures elegantly moving her poles in the terra that is coated with shadows linked of the tree and leaves that brush with the air she gazes her sniffer high and proud looking with interest before a large male walks over his pistons storm over showing is fear she lowers her ears rested on the tiara she possess tucking her tail under her haunches showing submission to the brute knowing males dominate females in this world, her wipes his murderous canines along the maw making a minor wound she twitches her nose as her own blood rushes down her maw she whines knowing this means this male is claiming her showing the rejection lunging up and swipes her large crooks across the brutes maw clashing her claws along his cheek the talons sink in peeling up his flesh she carry's on as she feels her talons scrap along the bone before the larger brute cruel fully rapes her she whines after he flees away and lunges on her sleek pistons chasing he out runs her she stops on the edge of the forest snarling thunderous cruel snarls as he fades into the distance across the meadows flicking her tongue across her pearls at the blood that he caused before peeling back her ebony lips and snarling watching the criminal flee from his cruel actions that will leave a scar she shall hide in her memory. forever her leather coated nose will be infected with his scent.
Example post P U P- as the new born mistress is born she moves her temple close to her sibling towards her mothers under belly before placing her leather toned sniffer along the belly to claim her suckling spot still blind she senses sibling and bellows a fierce thunderous pup bark in caution f their presence squeezing in the middle of them placing her tea cup crooks on their platforms pushing them away acting the dominant pup of the litter being the smallest oblivious to this fact she swats her tail along the bedding of the den whilst suckling enjoying the presence of her mother that she treasures feeling the strong bond form she moves the crook from one of her siblings onto her stomach the bedding surface rests on the albino pelt her mother possess perfectly healthy and thick the crook obtains the warms that runs along her body a slight grin helps itself along her mask seeking this move as a privileged action,
(Please try reply my acceptance or rejection of this canis as i would like to start a role play as her because i really like the sounds of her if i m rejected i would soon apply for another role )
She is a killer like her brother, a mercenary who was trained from where she was little the art of fighting.
Rasofiel is passionate in everything does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all. For her to be indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish 'cause of her bi-polarity. Not to mention, she is exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Rasofiel is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary. As a result, she roams.
Rasofiel's favorite alias to go by is Fox. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She also makes sure people know the severity of what they ask of her.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death. She doesn’t want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check only her family truely knows about it. She keeps her secret passions hidden. She smiles, speaks charmingly, and makes jovial comments and jokes. She, altogether, is charming when she wants to be. Particularly in the company of men. Rasofiel can be a ridiculous flirt, when the situation calls for it. And, despite being raped when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of most men then she does around women.
Rasofiel also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
Any Mental Disorders: Bi-Polarity.
Example post A D U L T - as the mistress lures elegantly moving her poles in the terra that is coated with shadows linked of the tree and leaves that brush with the air she gazes her sniffer high and proud looking with interest before a large male walks over his pistons storm over showing is fear she lowers her ears rested on the tiara she possess tucking her tail under her haunches showing submission to the brute knowing males dominate females in this world, her wipes his murderous canines along the maw making a minor wound she twitches her nose as her own blood rushes down her maw she whines knowing this means this male is claiming her showing the rejection lunging up and swipes her large crooks across the brutes maw clashing her claws along his cheek the talons sink in peeling up his flesh she carry's on as she feels her talons scrap along the bone before the larger brute cruel fully rapes her she whines after he flees away and lunges on her sleek pistons chasing he out runs her she stops on the edge of the forest snarling thunderous cruel snarls as he fades into the distance across the meadows flicking her tongue across her pearls at the blood that he caused before peeling back her ebony lips and snarling watching the criminal flee from his cruel actions that will leave a scar she shall hide in her memory. forever her leather coated nose will be infected with his scent.
Example post P U P- as the new born mistress is born she moves her temple close to her sibling towards her mothers under belly before placing her leather toned sniffer along the belly to claim her suckling spot still blind she senses sibling and bellows a fierce thunderous pup bark in caution f their presence squeezing in the middle of them placing her tea cup crooks on their platforms pushing them away acting the dominant pup of the litter being the smallest oblivious to this fact she swats her tail along the bedding of the den whilst suckling enjoying the presence of her mother that she treasures feeling the strong bond form she moves the crook from one of her siblings onto her stomach the bedding surface rests on the albino pelt her mother possess perfectly healthy and thick the crook obtains the warms that runs along her body a slight grin helps itself along her mask seeking this move as a privileged action,
(Please try reply my acceptance or rejection of this canis as i would like to start a role play as her because i really like the sounds of her if i m rejected i would soon apply for another role )
Princess Ayame Śmierć- Posts : 99
Join date : 2013-03-04
Age : 26
Location : In.The.Gates.Of.Hell
Re: Śmierć Hierarchy~
Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Sat Mar 09, 2013 9:49 pm
Rasofiel & Niyol are accepted.
-The pups will get born next Saturday.
-Until then please create accounts with the character names and create an Announce Yourself topic.
-You're not allowed to role play as them until they're born.
-The pups will get born next Saturday.
-Until then please create accounts with the character names and create an Announce Yourself topic.
-You're not allowed to role play as them until they're born.
Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć- Posts : 126
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Princess Ayame Śmierć- Posts : 99
Join date : 2013-03-04
Age : 26
Location : In.The.Gates.Of.Hell
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