09-06-2011, 04:33 PM
I read over the reasons why I didn't get accepted before, and I think I really did better to prove myself to 'Souls this time around. I doubled checked everything, so I hope I met your standards this time.
Character Name: Evane das Zas'parsus
Character Birthdate: June 7, 2010
Gender: Female
Species: 97% Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf, 3% Coyote
Is your character a Luperci?: No
Other 'Souls Characters: None
How you found 'Souls?: I wanted a new roleplaying experience, and after seeing many of the roleplayers and their roleplays here, I think I found the perfect place.
Are you joining a pack?: Loner. May join a pack later on.
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: N/A
Profile or three writing examples: http://www.soulsrpg.com/ipb/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=3141
And I guess I'll just make two more writing examples.
Writing Example 1:
Evane slowly trotted toward the crystal clear lake near her cave. Her silky fur was the exact definition of the word "mess"; sticks, straw from pine trees, acorns and other various things that she didn't even know what half of them were classified as was sticking out of her matted fur. Well, she thought, slightly scolding herself, This is what you get when you don't wash it every other day. Good going, Evane.
As Evane arrived near the bank of the lake, she walked over to a shallow ledge and gingerly pawed her way through the sand, then swam farther and farther into the water. She began to swirl around and around to rid of the gunk in her fur, dove a few times, and pulled some off with her fangs, careful not to pull out her fur. As she finally got out the rest of the pine cone shards in her tail, she quickly swam back to the ledge and shook her whole body. As the water dripped from her nose, Evane just then realized how late it was, got a sip of water, then ran off into the thick woods.
As she silently stalked through the forest, she caught a scent: not a very strong one, but enough to go on. She set off towards it, and in a matter of twenty short seconds, found a rather chubby white rabbit. It was munching on an onion it found in the ground, looking quite pleased with itself for the discovery. As Evane slowly crept forward, she didn't notice the small twig in front of her hind leg, and as soon as the twig snapped from her weight, the rabbit turned her way and quickly hopped off.
Evane growled at her carelessness, shook her head then started sniffing once again for her next meal.
Writing Example 2:
As Evane finished up the rest of her meal, she couldn't help but notice the cream colored skull in the corner of her cave. The skull once belonged to a strong, artful coywolf, one that fell at her own claws.
Oxymoolé. Once her mentor, but soon her most hated enemy when she found out he was part of the gang that murdered her family.
...Or was he? He did save her, after all. But Evane always reminded herself that he was a coywolf...and everyone in the gang was a coywolf. Just with one look at them she could tell that they were. But that still didn't explain why Oxymoolé took her in if he was part of that gang of looters. Why spare the weak child? Evane had no real value back as a pup. Just a daydreaming fool is what she was. She was hoping that some day she may become the best huntress there ever was when she was little. But she quickly gave up on that when she witnessed the torture of her parents and three brothers.
Evane shook her head. Why did she always cloud her mind with the guilt that she was still alive and they weren't? It wasn't healthy; she might start getting some drastic thoughts at this rate...
And another important question: Why did she keep Oxymoolé's skull in her cave? Did he still have some meaning to her?
...Of course not. Evane had never heard of anything as absurd as that. He was a coywolf, the main problem she had with this world. As a small growl escaped her stomach, she got up and grabbed the skull with her fangs. She then exited the cave and threw it off the side of the hill the cave was on.
Aah, much better. It felt as though a weight was lifted off of her shoulders when she heard the sickening crack of his skull hit the ground.
Cruel as it may sound, she was very pleased with herself for killing Oxymoolé when she did.
He just might have killed her in the future.
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I hope I did better this time. ^//^
Character Name: Evane das Zas'parsus
Character Birthdate: June 7, 2010
Gender: Female
Species: 97% Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf, 3% Coyote
Is your character a Luperci?: No
Other 'Souls Characters: None
How you found 'Souls?: I wanted a new roleplaying experience, and after seeing many of the roleplayers and their roleplays here, I think I found the perfect place.
Are you joining a pack?: Loner. May join a pack later on.
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: N/A
Profile or three writing examples: http://www.soulsrpg.com/ipb/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=3141
And I guess I'll just make two more writing examples.
Writing Example 1:
Evane slowly trotted toward the crystal clear lake near her cave. Her silky fur was the exact definition of the word "mess"; sticks, straw from pine trees, acorns and other various things that she didn't even know what half of them were classified as was sticking out of her matted fur. Well, she thought, slightly scolding herself, This is what you get when you don't wash it every other day. Good going, Evane.
As Evane arrived near the bank of the lake, she walked over to a shallow ledge and gingerly pawed her way through the sand, then swam farther and farther into the water. She began to swirl around and around to rid of the gunk in her fur, dove a few times, and pulled some off with her fangs, careful not to pull out her fur. As she finally got out the rest of the pine cone shards in her tail, she quickly swam back to the ledge and shook her whole body. As the water dripped from her nose, Evane just then realized how late it was, got a sip of water, then ran off into the thick woods.
As she silently stalked through the forest, she caught a scent: not a very strong one, but enough to go on. She set off towards it, and in a matter of twenty short seconds, found a rather chubby white rabbit. It was munching on an onion it found in the ground, looking quite pleased with itself for the discovery. As Evane slowly crept forward, she didn't notice the small twig in front of her hind leg, and as soon as the twig snapped from her weight, the rabbit turned her way and quickly hopped off.
Evane growled at her carelessness, shook her head then started sniffing once again for her next meal.
Writing Example 2:
As Evane finished up the rest of her meal, she couldn't help but notice the cream colored skull in the corner of her cave. The skull once belonged to a strong, artful coywolf, one that fell at her own claws.
Oxymoolé. Once her mentor, but soon her most hated enemy when she found out he was part of the gang that murdered her family.
...Or was he? He did save her, after all. But Evane always reminded herself that he was a coywolf...and everyone in the gang was a coywolf. Just with one look at them she could tell that they were. But that still didn't explain why Oxymoolé took her in if he was part of that gang of looters. Why spare the weak child? Evane had no real value back as a pup. Just a daydreaming fool is what she was. She was hoping that some day she may become the best huntress there ever was when she was little. But she quickly gave up on that when she witnessed the torture of her parents and three brothers.
Evane shook her head. Why did she always cloud her mind with the guilt that she was still alive and they weren't? It wasn't healthy; she might start getting some drastic thoughts at this rate...
And another important question: Why did she keep Oxymoolé's skull in her cave? Did he still have some meaning to her?
...Of course not. Evane had never heard of anything as absurd as that. He was a coywolf, the main problem she had with this world. As a small growl escaped her stomach, she got up and grabbed the skull with her fangs. She then exited the cave and threw it off the side of the hill the cave was on.
Aah, much better. It felt as though a weight was lifted off of her shoulders when she heard the sickening crack of his skull hit the ground.
Cruel as it may sound, she was very pleased with herself for killing Oxymoolé when she did.
He just might have killed her in the future.
---
I hope I did better this time. ^//^