Post by Dash on Jan 15, 2010 20:59:14 GMT -5
THIS APPLICATION IS FINISHED.
CALLING :
Daniel
NICKNAMES :
None.
AGE :
4 Years.
SPECIES :
Arctic Wolf - Water Element.
SEX :
Male.
MY EYES :
Brown.
MY COLORS :
White.
MY DIMENSIONS :
3'5" - 110 pounds.
MAKE A JUDGEMENT :
Daniel is a very small white male. There's not much too him. He's very average. Not malnourished but not big and stocky either he tends to blend a lot despite his exceptionally bright coat. His body is exceptionally soft and he's not very muscular what so ever. Actually Daniel is quite submissive when it comes to packs and he tends to distance himself at most times. Not quite the big brute always looking for a mate he actually is very solitary. He tends to let life slide by him instead of being very active in it. His strength comes in his ability to observe, learning much of plants and nature he'd make a perfect healer if he cared more for others. Yet it seems he is depressed, often hanging his head low or not caring enough, being exceptionally off at most times. He isn't very good at conversation, yet he is outwardly very calm. Willing to work with others if he has to he doesn't have a lot of masculinity flaws that come with him.
I AM WHO I AM :
Effeminate in a sense of he lacks testosterone and the ability to spare and fight with other young males. He's a bit older and much more docile and calm. Quick to roll over and be submissive he doesn't fight back. He's very gentle and tends to be found more around females than males. He feels as though he is less of a wolf, not being able to bring life to others and thus he finds that he is rather distant from other males. He's often very depressed and goes off on his own studying plants and nature, where he feels most relaxed. His interests are often sleeping or lazing about, he finds work too difficult and doesn't light to get his paws dirty so to speak. He lacks the adrenaline pumping desire to find someone to love, for he knows he can never have the true joy of raising an offspring from birth to adulthood. Thus although very timid shy and gentle, he does not care for others. He's not cruel, but misunderstood and he often misjudges body language, though is quick to apologize. He's got a very fast smile, yet he doesn't enjoy company. He may be very polite, yet deep down he'd rather be left alone.
MY INTERESTS :
- Nature.
- Water.
- Sleeping.
- Relaxing.
MY DISLIKES :
- Males.
- Heat.
- Challenges.
- Toiling.
WHO I FOLLOW :
Leith
FATHER :
N/A
MOTHER :
N/A
SIBLINGS :
None.
MATE :
None.
OFFSPRING :
None. - He's Sterile.
PETS :
None.
IN MY PAST :
Ugh...Must I? D: Shitty history is shitty.
Not much happened in Daniels life. He was born, he was a nomad...traveling from pack to pack. Never quite fitting in.
He found love only once, only to find the crushing blow that his semen was sterile.Because of this he left his pack, and his mate never to look back, his past haunted him for quite some time. He survived off snow hares for a few years, not enjoying the company of other wolves, he grew anti-social and bonded more with nature because of it. He learned how to heal, and thus discovered his powers of water; manipulating it to clean wounds of fallen comrades or even himself. Yet because of his dislike of others, he opted to stay alone, only to wander into the water pack territory..
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OOC ALIAS :
Dash.
AGE :
18
EXPERIENCE :
5-6 Years.
OTHER CHARACTERS :
N/A - Yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE : URL!
She just stood there. Blatantly stood there. His breath was hard to even release. He was barely sucking in the air as well. Honestly his body was in so much pain right now. His heart was racing and his body was quaking unnaturally. He let out another wet wheeze, it truly sounded disgusting. It was as if he had asthma and was on the brink of an attack. But oh if only he had it that easily. Before he let himself fall he forced his arms with all of his strength against the desk. His knuckles were white as they curled into fists having his blood drooling from his mouth mixing with his own saliva. God he hated feeling this sick. He just wanted to keel over and die. He was about ready to start vomiting when his blue eyes, watery and practically crying from the force that it takes to push up food and what not from one’s esophagus caught her standing there cradling her arm. Wow she really was dense. She didn’t even move, nor flinch when he yelled at her to get out and leave. What the hell? He knew she wasn’t deaf that was pretty apparent. Then was she just stupid or what was her deal? It was pretty obvious that she had gotten what she wanted. His pride, his reputation. Anything more and he might just have to hand over his sleeping quarters and clothes. Fuck he should just give her everything he owned and then maybe she would leave. He really didn’t know what would make this girl leave but that was truly, what he wanted. And he wasn’t in any mood to put his hands on her and physically force her out. Oh that would just be great yea. He would be rumored about getting beat by a girl and then hurting the same girl shoving her into the dirt.
It was a double edged sword no matter how he looked at it. But shit he just wanted her gone. He didn’t want a soul to see him like this. Weak and helpless, a fox trapped in a bear trap with no way of getting out. He was a broken man, he knew that. He just didn’t want anyone else to. Especially not someone who he didn’t even like. Oh god the rumors that could be viciously spread about him. Who in their right mind ever wanted that? His eyes narrowed as his shoulders tensed. This girl just…needed to go away. Honestly. Every breath he took hurt him more. He felt as though he was going to drown in his own blood if she didn’t go away. His knees were shaking and he was losing his balance on the desk. He was practically begging, pleading for this girl to fuck off and yet there she arrogantly stood. Fuck he was ready to spit blood at her if it meant getting her to leave. No such avail though. He didn’t know what struck a chord in her though because when he glanced back she was turning to leave. Finally, he would get his peace and quiet and anything else he damn well wanted. Just as he was about to be clear he felt his energy die in a glorious blaze. His fists slipped from the desk and he faltered.
“Dude you need a fucking doctor!” She hollered. Her voice rupturing into his ear drums. Ugh he felt every word striking him. Finally though the agony of her standing there vanished with the noise of her feet storming across the cabin out of his door. He didn’t even wait to make sure she was gone. His body caved and he fell to the floor on his side. He curled himself into a fetal position coughing viciously. Tears trickling down his eyes against the floor splashing onto his cheek as he hit the floor hard. His hands, shaky as they were managed to grab hold of his garbage pail as he proceeded to purge. Vomiting a mix of red and white for he hadn’t eaten anything recently. He felt sick as a dog. He merely lay there in a position of sheer torment and agony as his lungs flared in pain causing more vomiting and black ooze to drip from his mouth. He hoped more than anything she wasn’t still around. Ugh god, he moaned in pain placing the pail next to him as he fell to his back. Arms outstretched and legs curled slightly dipping to one side. He just wanted to die. More than anything how he wanted to die. His eyes closed as his lungs wheezed refilling with air he continued to cough and expel bile from his mouth leaning over to spit it out into the garbage. He felt weak, he felt drained. He wasn’t even strong enough to stand. He didn’t need a fucking doctor. He needed a miracle. Hopefully the girl in all of her hysterics would be held up by the medical team. Considering her own injuries. He however, would simply lie there, feeling as though the apocalypse had just rained down upon him and hope it would pass. He tried to stand for a brief moment. His hands scrapping against the wood only to have his arms feel like gelatin and fall to the ground hard. Damn this shit. Damn it all.
It was a double edged sword no matter how he looked at it. But shit he just wanted her gone. He didn’t want a soul to see him like this. Weak and helpless, a fox trapped in a bear trap with no way of getting out. He was a broken man, he knew that. He just didn’t want anyone else to. Especially not someone who he didn’t even like. Oh god the rumors that could be viciously spread about him. Who in their right mind ever wanted that? His eyes narrowed as his shoulders tensed. This girl just…needed to go away. Honestly. Every breath he took hurt him more. He felt as though he was going to drown in his own blood if she didn’t go away. His knees were shaking and he was losing his balance on the desk. He was practically begging, pleading for this girl to fuck off and yet there she arrogantly stood. Fuck he was ready to spit blood at her if it meant getting her to leave. No such avail though. He didn’t know what struck a chord in her though because when he glanced back she was turning to leave. Finally, he would get his peace and quiet and anything else he damn well wanted. Just as he was about to be clear he felt his energy die in a glorious blaze. His fists slipped from the desk and he faltered.
“Dude you need a fucking doctor!” She hollered. Her voice rupturing into his ear drums. Ugh he felt every word striking him. Finally though the agony of her standing there vanished with the noise of her feet storming across the cabin out of his door. He didn’t even wait to make sure she was gone. His body caved and he fell to the floor on his side. He curled himself into a fetal position coughing viciously. Tears trickling down his eyes against the floor splashing onto his cheek as he hit the floor hard. His hands, shaky as they were managed to grab hold of his garbage pail as he proceeded to purge. Vomiting a mix of red and white for he hadn’t eaten anything recently. He felt sick as a dog. He merely lay there in a position of sheer torment and agony as his lungs flared in pain causing more vomiting and black ooze to drip from his mouth. He hoped more than anything she wasn’t still around. Ugh god, he moaned in pain placing the pail next to him as he fell to his back. Arms outstretched and legs curled slightly dipping to one side. He just wanted to die. More than anything how he wanted to die. His eyes closed as his lungs wheezed refilling with air he continued to cough and expel bile from his mouth leaning over to spit it out into the garbage. He felt weak, he felt drained. He wasn’t even strong enough to stand. He didn’t need a fucking doctor. He needed a miracle. Hopefully the girl in all of her hysterics would be held up by the medical team. Considering her own injuries. He however, would simply lie there, feeling as though the apocalypse had just rained down upon him and hope it would pass. He tried to stand for a brief moment. His hands scrapping against the wood only to have his arms feel like gelatin and fall to the ground hard. Damn this shit. Damn it all.
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