DESTINIAN AUDITIONS

[Sivoncé™]

GENERAL:
-To audition, please fill out the given form.
-One audition only, pack regardless. (You can only audition for one pack.)
-People who don't audition get to vote.
-If I find out you voted, your char's name is removed from the ballot and the poll is restarted. (I can see all the voter's will a click of a button.)
-um....yeah. I think you guys know all of this. just refresher.

AUDITION FORM
-(I'd just like to remind you that just because their elite gaurd doesn't mean they're invincible...they could be just really really smart, cause they've got good positions for what they do )

[center][u][b]Member Info[/b][/u][/center]
[b]Username:[/b] (not display name!)
[b]How long have you been a member?:[/b]
[b]Activity?:[/b]
[b]An RP sample:[/b] (from anywhere ;; here, some other site. Just not w. the character you're auditioning.)
[b]High Ranks?:[/b] (do you currently have any other high-ranking wolves?)

[u][center][b]Character Info[/b][/center][/u]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b] (Just a LINK. Unless born in pack)
[b]Mate?:[/b]
[b]Family?:[/b]
[b]Pups?:[/b]

[b]RP Sample w/ character:[/b]

[b]Other Comments:[/b]

Let the auditions begin!

[♫Flisk♫]

Member Info

Username: (not display name!) flisk
How long have you been a member?: Since November 2nd, 2008
Activity?: I log on everyday.
An RP sample: (from anywhere ;; here, some other site. Just not w. the character you're auditioning.)

((On another site we use astersticks to show actions and no quotation. The following post is a short one, but it shows description. Please try to ignore the astersticks, you'll get used to it. ^.^))

*Pawsteps flooded her eardrums. Her lithe sillhouette carved a shadow into the light, one of a slender dormouse holding a sword. Her forest green eyes gleamed like freshly blown glass orbs and reflected the moonbeam coming from directly above her perfectly. A shiver sent guilt down her spine; how could she be so heartless? Swallowing, she looked above her light brown tufts of fur to the case where the sword once rested in peace. Bowing her head, she knelt before it before quickly scrambling up and pacing down the hall. Sunset Firesword stepped out into the outside, cold air whipping the grass up and leaving her cream colored tunic fluttering above her knees. Kicking her sandals off, she began to sprint, a fast-paced run in which she was able to keep up with for awhile. The stars above her glittered as she tumbled behind a rock and into a cave. She was finally away, and with the sacred treasure. Coward. The deed she had just done was cruel and downright wrong. The guilt left her weeping in her sleep.*

High Ranks?: (do you currently have any other high-ranking wolves?) No...*broken sob hiccup choke*

Character Info

Name: Raffa
Gender: Male
Rank: Neophyte (around 15 moons...look at other comments)
Bio: (Just a LINK. Unless born in pack)

mysticsiv.proboards66.com/index.cgiboard=cb&action=display&thread=3641

Mate?: N/A
Family?: His 5 brothers, one sister, mother and father, though he wasn't born in the pack and they aren't living with him.
Pups?: Obviously not ^.^

RP Sample w/ character:

The soft black pelt rippled in the breeze as an agile creature stalked through the tall grass, ripping dirt up with his massive claws each step. His beady black eyes were glued ahead and his jaws were parted just a bit so that the scents of the land around him could waft in and tell him exactly where to hunt. As the sweet scent of a rabbit lingered into his black nostril, he pinpointed it easily. Crouching, he waited until he was a few feet behind the rabbit before pouncing and pinning it down, still alive. Raffa did this on purpose. He lived for the fear scent that he brought along in his kills. As it began to wear off, he slowly scratched the rabbit's stomach. It began to writhe in pain. Raffa let go as it squealed and squeaked, and soon it was over and the rabbit was dead.

"Pity."

His hard, deep voice was muffled by a peice of long grass sticking over his mouth and he snapped at it bad-temperedly. Snuffling, he licked the blood off the rabbit slowly, savoring its lovely taste. As he let his sharp, ivory fangs rip into the flesh, he settled down. Life in the pack was too boring. Nobody could tell him what to do. At least not the morons back at camp. Finishing the rabbit in a few quick bites, he flashed his fangs at the gray sky above him and trekked back to camp, snorting as the rain began to plummet down to the earth and onto his pelt.


Other Comments:

Raffa absolutely positively hates pack life. He listens to nobody and is still a neophyte because of that. He has been training with another wolf who has killed before, secrectly of course. That wolf is the only one he respects. He longs to leave the pack, but doesn't want to go alone. He isn't a leader. He's a follower. He can fight and hunt fine with his own practice and he's basically an adult living in a pack hating body.