MAFIA OPENINGS

[K O S A N]

Welcome to...

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Axel is looking for members, and only the best will do. He already as two male betas: Rex & Redrum. When Axel is off on business, they will be in charge. The rules of the Mafia are to work as a team; you MUST respect and follow orders from those in higher ranks unless the order is against Axels will. Follow this and you will do well in their plan for power, fail and face the consequences. But still, Axel is looking for members and so he needs you to fill out this form:


[blockquote][size=1](Please post a picture here ^^)
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Breed:[/b]
[b]Personality/Qualities:[/b] Just need a little bit about your member and why you feel they will fit with the Mafia.
[b]Position wanted:[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b] You can use a previous rp sample, I just wish to see how you tend to roleplay.[/size][/blockquote]


If you wish to be Axel's lead female, you may post that in the position wanted but we will first roleplay to see how they are suited.

[A N G E L ,]

Name: Buru
Gender: Male
Age: 2 and a half years old
Breed: Rottweiler [1/2] x Akita [1/2]
Personality/Qualities: Dark. Loves violence and torture. Can be a bit puppyish. Has a lot to learn still and still needs to grow up. Huge potential though. ^ ^
Position wanted: Pack Member
RP Sample: You know how mega awesome i am! =D lol

[L I T H I U M]

Name: Morbid
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Breed: border collie
Personality/Qualities: .Morbid is just as her name suggests. She loves death, decay and power. Basically she's like a power cell wanting all the power in the world. Ruling is a perfect spot for her. She wants to dominate the other packs. The humans she doesn't care for much but could probably not tolerate them. She isn't afraid of them but knows enough not to bite any 'infected' humans incase the disease is transmittable to canines. She has a warped and twisted sense of humor. Laughing at others pain and misery. She can be rather 'insane' at times, wanting to torment and harass others for the sheer pleasure of it.

Position wanted: Lead. but we can see how they get along <33
RP Sample: Rascala let out a breath of relief when Abigail released her and she turned to Rambo next. She couldn't be no more than 8 years old. Rascala turned to Rambo next.

"I think those were her grandparents, Rambo. I dont think those were her biological parents," Rascala said quietly as she stood up finally and stood on all fours. She spread her legs, giving her body a rigorous shake, causing her ears to flap against her skull. Abigail giggled at what she did.

"Neither will I. But she can't stay here out in the open like this! Suppose the infected find her?" Rascala whispered frightenedly. "I think we should find shelter. Perhaps the farm? It would be good and wide spread."

Rascala took a few steps, before turning her head around and looking at her shoulder at Rambo and Abigail. The farm seemed like a really good idea. They could stay in the farm house and Abby would have adequate shelter. Rascala watched him closely and felt another rush of warmth in her body. He was caring enough about Abby to protect her She thought with a big grin on her face. She waited patiently for him to speak.

[K O S A N]

Welcome to the pack both of you, and yeah we'll see how they get along Lith ^^

[Kellie]

Name:Zeviah
Gender: Female
Age: Three years
Breed: Siberian Husky
Personality/Qualities: Zeviah can be your best friend or your worst enemy. She's a fierce canine, and if she wants something, she will stop at nothing to get it. Manipulating canines is her god-given talent, and its gotten her out of some sticky situations. She can be easily out-smarted, but if her brains don't work, she goes for the brawn; she's a ruthless fighter, and a merciless killer. She is brutally honest, and isn't afraid to speak her mind, and it has a history of getting her into some trouble. However, if you get (and stay) on her good side, she will do anything to protect you. Whether it means giving up a few pieces of meat, to fighting another dog, though there have been very few dogs to keep on her good side. Bold, and daring, she is always up for a challenge.
Position wanted: Pack Member
RP Sample:{This is from another site} Miyuki eyes flickered back and forth between Seth and Tiergan. She could only wonder what secret exchanges were going on in their heads. It was none of her business, so she kept her mouth shut. She smiled when he started tracing the patterns of the brain coral, as finding the right word for something.

She was startled when his question finally came out. Her method of torture and feasting was never something she thought about. It was hardly something she could explain as a routine. Her mind skipped about, searching for the right way to put it. Like the famous saying went: 'He asked for it.'

"I don't really know. Sometimes I'm ruthless, feasting for every drop of blood. Other times, I just need a taste. But about your shark question, most of the time, I don't 'rip them to shreds'. After all, I'm only looking for the blood, not so much the meat." She didn't know if that was a good enough of an explanation. She didn't want to elaborate. The last thing he wanted was him getting sick.

A joking tone overwhelming her voice, she suggested something she knew full well he would reject. "Maybe you want to see it? It's more of something I can show you, not tell you." She let out a small chuckle. Besides, we can kill two birds with one stone. I get my hunting trip with Tiergan, and you get the upfront demonstration of the ways of a psychotic, vampiric Silent."

[K O S A N]

Welcome to the pack ^^

[K O S A N]

Name: Oblivion
Gender: Male
Age: 5 Years
Breed: Great dane
Personality/Qualities: As perhaps his name suggests, Oblivion is an unknown and forgotten dog. Due to a terrible incident in his childhood, Oblivion was left to live alone. So having grown up teaching himself, he's become a distant and cruel natured animal. He's empty and cold inside, showing little emotion. He seems to have a way with words, knowing how to talk his way out of situations and irritate others beyond what they thought was possible. He thrives in his own company having spent the majority of his life alone, but when in the company of a rival he thoroughly enjoys toying with their mind. When amongst his pack, he respects those above him in ranking and will do whatever possible to keep them together and strong.
Position wanted: Normal Pack Member
RP Sample: You can use a previous rp sample, I just wish to see how you tend to roleplay.[/size][/blockquote]

[A N G E L ,]

Name: Sasha
Gender: Female
Age: four years old
Breed: Coyote [1/2] x Dalmation [1/2]
Personality/Qualities: Dark. Twisted. Cunning. Vindictive. Will do anything to get to the top.
Position wanted: Pack Member, although she is working on getting the alpha female postion - of course. lol
RP Sample: You know how mega awesome i am! =D lol

[»»{Z}eta]

Name: Zeta (Prefers to be called Eternali)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 years old
Breed: Husky [2/3] Wolf [1/3]
Personality/Qualities: Zeta is a smart dog. She can almost literally put on two faces and you'll think you're seeing two seperate dogs. She likes to appear cruel and heartless, not one to talk much and a very deep thinker, but she still has a small part of her that wants to be the sweet puppy. But her will is boundless, and she is absolute in wanting to at least have a spot in the Mafia, and be able to call the pack family. And she will say anything, do anything, and be anything she needs to be to get to that point. Even if it kills her.
Position wanted: Lead Female? (Unless you don't want two to try at the same time. xD In which case, just sign 'er up for regular membership.)
RP Sample: [This is from another forum, if you don't mind.]Diecast merely chuckled as the arrow pierced the odd thing that was his skin; like an alien thing, his flesh started to swirl around the arrow, seeming to absorb it, then reform back into its original shape. Corrupt werewolves had skin that felt like a waterbed covered with velvet. It was an odd texture to behold, but very resilient. Arrows, stones, and the like had no effect on the species. They had to be fought with natural resources, like incinerating with fire or drowning in a lake. But as soon as the arrow was absorbed Diecast pounced forward, easily gaining on Xavier until a screech tore from his mutated muzzle. He leaped, tackling the human to the ground. Cast sniffed at Xavier's face and hair, seeming to examine his prey before he ate it. Then he seemed to snort almost in disgust, wrapping his jaws around the human's shoulder, ready to drag him off into the forest. "You'll have to do as dessert, I suppose..."

[K O S A N]

Welcome to the pack Sasha and Eternali ^^ Yeah if you are both trying for lead female, along with Morbid that's quite a few xD But that's fine, it might be quite fun to see how Axel reacts to three females all trying to be lead with him haha.

[C!elo]

Clickie!
Name: Mercades (pronounced like Mercedes)
Gender: Female
Age: Four years
Breed: Doberman x Wolf hybrid
Personality/Qualities: Some would say that Mercades is...bi-polar. She goes through moods like monkeys go through bananas. But two stick out the most, along with some under-the-surface actions.

Vicious: If anything, little Mercades is mean. Not just a little snappish mean. But she'll literally bite your head off if you say one wrong thing. She doesn't believe in killing the innocent, so if she decides to kill you, she has a reason to believe your guilty. She's aggressive, and she'll fight for positions, males, or food. She gets real testy if you ask dumb questions or state the obvious, so make sure you give intelligent answers to her. She'll give you a long, long, speech, then she'll either kill you, or let you be. But don't expect the latter often.

Easy Going: Mercades, often, is as easy going as she is vicious. She can find a nice word to say to you, and she's fiercely loyal. She is actually soft spoken, only finding the time to say something when she really must. She doesn't like killing unless it's absolutely needed, but she will if it's to protect someone. You can tell the difference when she's easy going or vicious. If you get a shoulder to lean on, you know she won't ignore you.
Position wanted: Lead Female, unless three is enough. The Beta female, if possible?
RP Sample: printed towards what seemed like forever away. She had no clue where she had just come from, or where she was going. She only remembered blood. Lots and lots of blood. Almost, but not quite, too much blood to bear. But she had. And it's all she remembered.

Her lungs felt like they were going to collapse, give in on themselves if she didn't stop to get a breather. But she pushed on, her pillars just about ready to collapse out from beneath her as she continued on with her breakneck speed. It wasn't hard to realize where she was heading. Up a treacherous slope by the looks of it. She wasn't stupid; her pace slowed down to a light trot. She took one look out over at the ocean she had accidentally come across before she headed up.

Small rocks and pebbles fell to the water below her as she cautiously made her way up the trail. Several times she slipped, but not enough to send her over the edge to plummet to her death. No, she was far to careful for that. And besides, it was easy enough to get up the trail. At least, until a strong gust of wind came. She took a guess that the tree that fell towards her had been dead for a while, and this gust of wind finally tore it from the Earth. Shards of roots, gravel, and branches came towards her, and she growled. It seems like today wasn't her day.

Closer and closer it came, until it was almost on top of her. In the nick of time she ducked, and the tree flew off the side, landing with a loud splash! soon after. She got away with some cuts and scrapes. And her life.

She finally made it to the top, but scowled as she saw two others there already. "Small world, huh?" The female spoke. Mercades growled, only loud enough for her to hear. Until she realized it wasn't directed at her. She stayed where she was, waiting to be acknowledged.

[K O S A N]

Welcome to the pack Mercades. And thats fine for her to try out as lead female ^^

[Kero]

Name: Ricochet
Gender: Male
Age: One and a half years
Breed: Cane Corso
Personality/Qualities: Laid back when appropriate, gifted liar, loyal, trustworthy, respectful, stubborn and logical.
Position wanted: Any
RP Sample:((From another site))
The sun rose on the distant horizon and spread colors through the sky. Colors that told the formerly sleeping doe it was time to wake up. Colors that the rest of the world would either sleep through or get up early just to watch. Colors that no longer meant beauty to Isabeau. Beauty was not something possible in a world ruled by one. Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder, but what does beauty matter when time runs into itself? Time is a fluid thing to all beings. Time never ceases to exist. Time never means anything to those who have no need of it. The needless few are the immortals. Immortals do still have to wake up and get on living though. Waking up was exactly what Isabeau was doing at that very moment. In the same moment her eyes opened she rose to her brown feet. Her feet held her legs up while her legs held her steady as she shook the morning dew off of her white pelt. The dew fell randomly off of her and landed on the earth which absorbed the water. The earth felt solid under her feet as she walked. Isabeau walked for a few hundred feet until she was standing at the edge of a crystal clear stream.

After simply watching the water move she began to wonder what the day would bring. She knew more mortals would show up; recently they had been appearing at an alarming rate. Isabeau along with the other gargoyles had recently been called into service once more thanks to all the new mortals. New mortals meant new fun for the seemingly innocent doe. Though that also meant they would undoubtedly be asking for her name, not that they knew why that was important. She lay down in the green foliage and closed her piercing blue eyes for a moment in concentration. Her muscles twitched and caused her fur to ripple slightly and as it did so it changed colors. When she opened her eyes her once white pelt was now shades of green that let her lay more hidden in the tall grass. She had no worry of predators but instead camouflaged herself so she could have some alone time to think. Her mind quickly wandered off into thoughts of the previous day. Those thoughts turned into thoughts of the last human she met which turned her mind back to the problem at hand, the new riddle.

Before she could properly begin to form a riddle something made a loud splash in the river. She whipped her head to eye what appeared to be a large fish splashing about in a still area. Isabeau sighed softly and set her head back down and watched the grass sway to and fro in the slight breeze that had just picked up. It was then a riddle began to form in her head, something about sound…no, something about the lack of sound. She thought of everything she knew about sound and the lack thereof.

“What is so delicate that when you say its name it is broken?” the albino doe whispered to herself with a tone of sarcastic mocking. Her mind answered her with one word: silence. Pleased with herself Isabeau stood and wandered off after once more changing her coat color back to white. She wasn’t necessarily looking for a mortal to run into but she wasn’t exactly avoiding them either. One foot after the other she wandered to the edge of town. She was close enough to where she could smell the mortals getting ready for the day but she was far away enough to where she wasn’t likely to be found on accident.

[K O S A N]

Welcome to the Pack Ricochet ^^

[molly]

Name:
Molly

Gender:
female

Age:
A bit older than a year.

Breed:
Norwegian Buhund

Personality/Qualities:
Molly’ personality is incredibly complex.
In a way, Molly is addicted to revenge. Besides her act against her dad, anytime someone does something she finds unfair, they better watch their backs. She won’t forget. Next opportunity she gets, they will be punished. Brutally so.

She holds grudges. You insult her once, you have an enemy for life. If you’ve forgiven and forgot, no way she has. Her memory is incredible.

She is so protective over those she loves. If something tries to hurt them, it’s dead. She learned this from the incident with her dad. She would die for a loved one in the blink of an eye.

When she's let her guard down, Molly is much more enjoyable company. She is funny, intelligent and tells wonderful stories. Never, however, is she fully relaxed and at ease.


Position wanted:
Lead female... don't hesitate to chuck her in as a regular member.

RP Sample:
Paintedpaw


The sun was shining in the brilliant blue sky, bluebirds swooped and sang songs of unmatchable beauty. The light seemed to filter away into darkness as it neared Eclipseclan's boundaries. To a cat who grew up elsewhere, this might seem a dark and dismal prison. Somehow the cats of eclipseclan had grown used to the constant shade and taught themselves how to make do. The current occupants of the clan, it was all they knew. It was home. This fact couldn't be verified more clearly than by the black and white tom,named painted paw,who was sprawled outside of the apprentice den in a rare patch of weak sunshine. His eyes were shut and his muscular, but still thin body was moving up and down as if to an unheard rhythm. The young cat would have been perfectly happy resting in the sunbeam for the rest of the afternoon, however, the twisted hand of fate had other ideas.
A few kits were chasing after a bird
lured into Eclipseclan camp because
of the unusual, but still not outstanding, amount of light that had penetrated from the outside world. The kits were making such a racket, that the tuxedo tom was awaken from his blissful slumber.
"EXCUSE ME, but if I recall, it is VERY rude to wake cats who are resting from the simply backbreaking work of being an apprentice up from a incredibly rare nap. Please, go play elsewhere."

With that, the apprentice heaved what he must have thought to be a tragic sigh put his black and white head on his paws and began, almost immediately, to snore.
(from 'Black River Clans V3)