Post by Maugrim on Jan 15, 2010 14:58:32 GMT -5
THIS APPLICATION IS FINISHED.
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MAUGRIM
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FOOTSTEPS ON THE HORIZON
FULL OF ANGER ; FULL OF HOPE
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CALLING :
Maugrim
NICKNAMES :
Mau
AGE :
3 years
SPECIES :
Gray/Water
SEX :
male
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THEIR STEPS ARE OH SO PERFECT
MADE WITH LOVE ; MADE WITH HATE
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MY EYES :
blue
MY COLORS :
white with blue marking around eye
MY DIMENSIONS :
2.5 feet tall , 90 lbs
MAKE A JUDGEMENT :
he stands the average weight and height for his breed. his fur is white with bits of black and gray mixed in. his ears stand upright, triangular in shape. his eyes are a warm amber color and always seem to have an intelligence behind them. His chest isn't concave. barrel is rounded and slightly dished but not overly. back isnt long but not short. tail hangs down between his back hocks. the tip of his tail has a few black hairs. his legs are agile and sturdy. neck slopes down nicely to his shoulders. muzzle is boxy and jaws open in a scissor like fashion.
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PATH OF DESTRUCTION, FEEL IT BURN
WE NEED A SAVIOR ; LIVE, LOVE, LEARN
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I AM WHO I AM :
Personality
MY INTERESTS :
- relaxing
- hanging out with friends
- flirting
- showing off
MY DISLIKES :
- liars
- Cheaters
- two faced people
- non respectful people
WHO I FOLLOW :
Leith
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I'LL TELL YOU JUST A LITTLE MORE
AS YOU DIG DEEPER INTO MY SOUL
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FATHER :
Ryker
MOTHER :
Anamei
SIBLINGS :
younger sister, Ollia
MATE :
none
OFFSPRING :
none
PETS :
none
IN MY PAST :
about two years ago, Maugrim's family was attacked by rogue wolves. his mother and father were killed instantly. he to this day, seeks revenge on those that attacked, knowing they are still around somehwere. He has no siblings, except a gner sister, ollia who he sometimes keeps in contact with on occasion. she accepted the fact that his parents 'murder' was nothing more than an 'accident' but he doesn't think this is necessarily true. he thinks it was done on purpose being his father had gotten involved in some shady things, which he found out recently.
he hadn't really spent much time with his family before that, and always stayed true to his guardians ways.
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I'M PULLING THE STRINGS
'CAUSE I'M BEHIND IT ALL
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OOC ALIAS :
jennifer
AGE :
28
EXPERIENCE :
five yrs
OTHER CHARACTERS :
none yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE : Provide a Link to Source
HEREMorbid's eyes narrowed briefly, but recognition formed on her face.
She smiled at the black and white shepherd. She nodded, and began speaking to him again.
"Oh yes. Its been a while since we'd seen one another. I'm afraid my memory isnt as good as what it should be. I've seen so many dogs in my life joining this pack that my mind forgets. Well, come along. I'll get you reaquainted with the pack life and my lands," she said to him as she turned , her ebony and ivory body blending in nicely with the shadows.
Her bushy tail waved beind her slowly, teasing her back. She turned her head and her ice blue eyes were locked on Jack.
She began talking to him again.
"So Jack, how'd you find your way back here might I ask?" she inquired of him as she took a few steps before stopping. She wanted to make sure that he was going to follow her around. Some canines got easily lost here if they weren't careful. Morbid knew her way around the site like the back of her paws. Both ears were pricked, attuned into hearing Jacks' response. Perhaps he'd gotten lost himself, or perhaps he just had to take some time away from the pack.
That was fine with her, however, she urged those that had to leave briefly, to be prepared for her to greet them back with a little hostility. Whatever problem they were having, the pack would be sure to be able to help. Morbid watched Jack, waiting for him to respond.
Sheet © Asher From Oblivion
