Pack Leader Auditions

[Junkie]

So, I need a pack leader for the Zurtus, and a beta or two. If you would like to have this position, please post here with the application. I will choose on June 7th. Auditions start today. *You do not need to have your character accepted to audition, though it will need to be accepted before you begin to post.

Username;
Dog's Name;
Age;
Breed;
Gender;
Will you be active?
Personality; [Can be from Bio]
Sample Post; [Must be 300 words.]

[.:queen`of`hearts:.]

Username; queen of hearts (nikki)
Dog's Name; Ruxandra
Age; 3 1/2 years
Breed; Belgian Tervuren
Gender; Bitch
Will you be active? Yes! Of course! I only have this site and one other one with one character that I am rping right now. And with summer here I have tons more time.
Personality; Ruxandra has a cumplsive need to take care of smaller weaker things. She will protect these things visciously, and can often be a little careless this way. She doesn't take nonsense from anyone, and is very organized and careful. She is willing to give every dog a chance, but doesn't give second chances. Ruxe has a grudge against male dogs as a whole, and so rarely gets very close to them. She also avoids pups and mothers, as she feels guilt for what she did everyday and can't stand to see them. Ruxe is slightly paranoid, and thought this can be a bad thing it can also be good. To her you can never be too careful. The only time she really relaxes is when she is with someone she truly deeply trusts. She is on the quiet side, though not ant-social, and is a great listener. Don't get on her bad side thoguh, or she'll never trust you again. She also tends to lash out at those she doesn't trust, as if she wants to beat them to the punch.
Sample Post;

Ruxandra sniffed the cold air, her nose shivering as the chill passed through it. She hoped she wouldn't come across anyone right now. The night was dark around her, but she didn't seem to mind. Only pups were scared of the dark. Fenced trees were black lightning reaching from the ground up, defying the laws of nature in every way. The cool wind could not quite reach the rest of her through her thick coat, but it affected her mood even more thanher horrible dream. As she reached the end of the nice pretty street the downtown area came into view. It stank, even from here, of the filth and the hatred and the fear that was its life-blood. She knew she would have been a horrible dog for one of these pretty well-kept houses. She needed great open spaces, the freedom to do what she wanted when she wanted. But at that moment she didn't care. She would have given her right front leg to live there with those humans fawning over her.

The bitch pushed the thought form her head and instead started walking back to her "home." It was her first time returning home after running away. Her first time facing what she had left behind all that time before. The dirty streets beckoned. She didn't look back at the pretty white house or the clean sidewalks or the colorful gardens, her eyes locked on the hell-hole of the downtown district. Every nerve in her body was on allert now, you never knew what would pop up down here. Shadows kept making her stop and circle on her spot to check every angle. Nothing was there, nothing was ever there. Her claws clicked agains't the pavement, ticking away the steps into the territory. Here goes nothing. Ruxe thought to herself. You can't run way forever.

[thorn12west]

A little friend competition never hurts....

Username; thorn12west

Dog's Name; Wesley
Age; 4
Breed; German Hunt Terrier
Gender; Male

Will you be active; You betcha' Summer rocks! I'm active on a lot of sites.

Personality; A persistent and determined leader, Wesley's eyes hold a whole life full of hardship and mentoring. Abandoned by his parents at a early age, Wesley's life quickly became full of sad attempts to fit in a survive in the cold, hungry city. After a year on his own, Wesley became okay with his solitude and learned the basic skills of survival. After being rejected by many of the smaller packs throughout the city, Wesley began to accept almost everyone. He developed friendships with other loners and found out that he had a genuine happiness when helping others. Taking on the role of a wise mentor, Wesley fathered many young pups into survivalist and soon realized his goal. After years of roaming, Wesley finally became a friendly, determined, wishful dog. Some describe him has touchy and ignorant but Wesley doesn't mind. He just likes being in control.

Sample Post; The chill of the city was quite scary. Mist settled in the air and gave everything a mysterious touch, almost a thrilling feeling when walking through the streets. The sun hadn't risen, yet the scavengers of the city already were up and about. Roaming through every urban crevice, the small and the large desperately searched for edible food and clean drinking water, which began even harder to find every day.

Wesley kept away from the others. He already had scouted out a clean pond outside of the city limits yesterday and had gotten up early to get there first. The forest felt even more chilly then the city and Wesley almost decided to go back. He stood around in the moist morning grass, vacillating wether to keep going. He knew it would take forever to find another water source, so he went on unwillingly.

Wesley almost sprinted up to the pond when he first spotted it, but he knew there could be predators around. The German Hunt Terrier raised his nose high in the air and took a whiff of his surroundings. The air reeked of stale dog, probably one of the ravenous loners that patrolled the area, but other than that, it was safe. Wesley padded up to the pond and dipped down to lap up the clear, delicious water.

Lifting up his head, Wesley stared at his reflection. His fur was ragged and unclean, grime and dirt built up on every strand of his old hair. He thought of his Father for a minute, his lieing and cheating Father that left his Mother right after birth. Suddenly angry, Wesley lept out into the forest and dashed off. Such thoughts held Wesley back. They drived him to make bad decisions. But Wesley knew better; he had to, or he would die.

[Junkie]

Since both people who have auditioned have become inactive we will expand the auditions until a later date that will be decided soon.

[+{Zen}+]

Username; Nagaina/Zen
Dog's Name;Kovu
Age;4
Breed;Grey Wolf
Gender; Male
Will you be active? Yes. I try to reply to a thread as soon as I see it has a reply
Personality; Kovu is the average wolf, for the most part, personality wise- he is incredibly, undying loyal to those in his 'pack' and will stop at nothing to defend them if they are in danger.

Normally, Kovu plays the role of the Gaurdian of the pack, regardless of his position- protect the weak from the aggressive wolves who think that whipping somebody weaker then them makes them look stronger. He is gentle with faes, as he has witnessed first hand what can happen to one when she is constantly abused, and how it would affect her children. Kind with pups, as he longs to be as good a father figure to any pups as possible, and be a role model to the young males on how properly behave themselves around others.

Extremely loyal, he will stay that way until somebody does something to betray him. After that, he shuns them, and wants nothing more to do with them.

When threatened, as stated before, he will first try to dominate them without bloodshed- tackle them, knock them around. Normally that works, however, when it doesn’t, he has no problem resorting to violence if that’s the only thing to get somebody away from his pack.

Though Kovu is normally nice, he does have a… dark side. Though he never knew his biological father, the brute was an absolute monster. Though Kovu does not remember him, his subconscious was already pre-disposed to think that violence and bloodshed is a normal, every day occurrence. His tendencies for violence were curbed at a young age, due to a healthy relationship with his ‘mother’, whom is probably the only reason he bothers to curb them anymore. When absolutely past his breaking point, Kovu will become exceedingly violent, not caring how badly his opponent is injured. This has happened only one, and will occur rarely. His stressor is somebody threatening to rape or physically harm a member of his pack, and is just about the only thing to make him go into such a state.

Sample Post; The black wolf trotted through the lands of the Blacklake, his positioning like that of someone who owns the place. Well, he may not own it, but he lived here, and he wasn't afraid to make sure outsiders knew it.

There was that little problem about the packlands not having an Alpha male. Now, sure, Java was doing a swell job and all, but if a brute big enough and bad enough came along, there would be only so much the fae could do. Perhaps, if Kovu was still around when that day came, he'd help her out. Hopefully that day wouldn't be for a while though. At two years of age, he was close to being a full-grown male, but not quite. His black, lanky form had put on more bulk, and he supposed that if he put his mind to it, he could be a scary guy. But in reality, he was very... not scary.

But God help you if you so much as made his mother flinch. And, he supposed, that aggressive, protective (and slightly possessive) behavior could be extended to any female or young cub who needed it.

Speaking of his mother, he currently had no idea where she was. Ever since he'd really hit adolescence, he'd started straying away from the black female more and more, knowing that she'd be relatively safe- if she wasn't in the pack lands, she was probably with Oakheart. Who was the only male who Kovu could stand to have around his skittish wreak of a dam. Probably his freaking father's fault.

Well, that was the only reasonable conclusion that Kovu could come up with- Kovu matched his mother's coat color, except the slightly odd white stockings on her legs. He had no memory of the first three seasons of his life, and he concluded, from his faint memories, that he'd been seperated from his mother. 3 days after he'd woken up she'd found him again.

Hell, he had no idea. His mother was always so friggen vague. Was it his fault that he wanted to get revenge on the male that had done this to his mother? Oh well, at least she wasn't as bad as she was before.

Oak was good for her, in any case. Speaking of lady friends, maybe he should invest the time and energy into finding one. Certainly couldn't hurt, but, being as young as he was, there wasn't much for him right now other than last season's faes, and he was not in the mood to tangle with a ticked off brute.

Stopping when he reached the water's edge, Kovu lowered his head, lapping at the black surface of the lake. Looking up at the snow-capped mountain behind the treeline that layed in front of the lake, he almost didn't notice when another wolf approached.

[Junkie]

OK, seeing as a pack leader is needed, Zen gets the position of alpha, and if Queen of Hearts ever gets on, she shall become the beta.
Congrats Zen!