This is an application I have written up for a roleplaying guild off of this site. Due to the restrictions of posts on the site, I have had to paste it here.1
Application for Dogs of Beaver Creek 2
1) What would you like to be called? 3
Although my name is Daniel, I prefer to go by the nickname CD.4
2) From 1-10 (1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest), how advanced of a roleplayer do you consider yourself?5
My roleplaying skills used to be nearing about 9 in the past, however I gave up the skills of improv for a number of years, prefering to write instead of roleplaying. I have only just returned to the improv side, and would therefore consider myself around 7, although I am sure I would be able to relearn how to roleplay correctly in a short space of time.6
3) Out of a scale of 1-10 (1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest), roughly how often are you able to come online_ 7
At the moment, I am able to come on at the level of about 9, being able to come on at any point in the day that I wish. In a week, however, I will be starting my college course and will be a little more clinched with my time space. Until I know my schedule, I will be unable to give a correct scale.8
4) State two interesting facts about yourself. These can be anything; be creative and have fun with this!9
1 – I sleep with a stuffed German Shepard toy. His name is Alex, and my ex best friend Claire gave him to me when I was about 8 years old. My fiance once sprayed his collonge on him because he was jealous that I always cuddle Alex when in bed.10
2 – I am a very strict misanthrope.11
5) Please provide a roleplay sample. This is the most highly regarded part of the application, and you will be judged if you are accepted into the guild or not based primarily on how well you do for this part. This MUST be a minimum of eight sentences. Impress us! 12
As I have not roleplayed in a number of years, I am posting the prologue to my latest posted story. I hope this is acceptable, if it is not, please tell me and I shall write something that is.13
The ### marks mean there was a swearword in that place. Due to the age of some of the guild’s members, I have edited these out. You can also view my other posted stories on the site that I have pasted my application, under the username ZombiesEatPie.14
Where Souls Cross. (C) Daniel Cyrus Evans.15
The sun had barely set and the blue-black lines of a bruised night were only just beginning to show over the horizon. It was a welcoming sight to the nocturnal creatures of the wood and the surrounding areas alike. The cold shadows of daytime had long since faded into a blanket of untraceable movement. The only glimmers of life came from the mournful hooting of a lone owl in one of the treetops and the tiny glints of non-existent sunshine reflecting off of glossy eyes. 16
A steady trickle of water dribbled through the undergrowth, bubbles floating to the surface as a couple of minnow darted between the rocks, obviously just as distrusting in the dimmed light as they were bathed in the sun’s beams. 17
Something shifted in the darkness, trotting through the undergrowth, rancid breath strong on the faint breeze as it panted, drool falling onto the dead leaves of autumn. Perhaps one of the dogs from the nearby village, or from the house that sat not fifty yards away where the trees thinned out to nothingness. It was a well known fact that the Cays kept four large German Sheppard mixes on their property, to ward off any unwelcome visitors. At least two of them could be heard barking near the house, starting abruptly and then stopping, only to start up again a few minutes later.18
All was quiet within the wood now, the movement creased and the blank canvas restored to its natural stillness. Ten minutes passed before the dogs ceased their barking, as if sensing that there was no longer something moving within the shrubs. It was a further ten minutes however before the large animal stepped out of its hiding place and padded across the few feet that separated him from the stream. It looked around, furry ears pricked and alert, and then lowered his muzzle to the water and began lapping it up. 19
He certainly wasn’t one of the local dogs, or any for miles beyond, come to that. He was twice the size of a normal dog, a deep black that melded well into the night, flecked with hints of grey and sporting a sparse underbelly of white. Amber orbs reflected into the muddy ditch where the water lay, giving away only the slightest splinter of humanity, giving away what he truly was. Only an ignorant would have mistaken him as a dog, even a larger breed. 20
Once again the Cays’ dogs started barking, causing the werewolf, for that is what he was, to leap around on himself, his ears tucked back against his skull, body braced as if the dogs had been let loose upon him. The barks all sounded far away, and he could see no one standing outside. He had all the time in the world. 21
Relaxing, he paced towards the nearest tree and snuffled at it. He almost reeled at the acidic taste that filled his senses. It reeked of the Cays. Lifting a leg, he let loose a gush of warm urine, marking the tree as his own. That’d certainly put them in their place when they realised what had made the mark. Turning back around, he pressed his paws deep into the dirt and raked his claws through it, a most un-wolf like smirk distorting his muzzle into an unrecognisable mask of bitterness.22
Getting a bit cocky now, are we, Robert? a silky voice murmured inside his head. What if they smell your piss on the breeze?23
The wolf lifted his head, eyes staring into the black slice of night in front of him. They wouldn’t know it even if I shat on their doorstep and ripped out the throats of their dogs.24
A shrill, girlish giggle pierced his mind and he did his best not to wince at it, another goblet of yellowed drool falling onto the ground in front of him. Come out, come out, wherever you are, he whispered, adding a growl that rumbled out of his body.25
The she-wolf strode out of the darkness slightly to the left of where he had been looking. Even larger than the male, she was also in much better shape, her chocolate pelt glossy and slightly lighter around her muzzle and mask, bringing to focus her eyes and sharp rows of fangs.26
Really, Robert, she sighed, you are dumb. Can’t even tell me apart from a rosebush.27
He snorted and leapt over the dribble of water, although he could just have easily stepped over it. Again her voice came mockingly, show off. 28
She was too busy laughing at him, and he too busy licking his ego, that it was about a ten seconds before their noses picked up on the Alsatian/Labrador mix standing several feet away. Both of the werewolves stopped what they were doing and faced the dog, tails bushed up, bodies lowered to pounce, snarling. 29
The dog turned about and pelted through the trees back towards the house, both the larger canines hot upon his tail. 30
He’s probably already told the others, we should go back, the she-wolf’s voice shrieked inside Robert’s head and then directly into the dog’s, come back and fight, you stinking coward.31
The dog broke cover, shooting over the manicured lawn to bark at the door. Robert was almost about to leap out after it when his companion bumped him to the ground, a silent snarl upon her lips. Back, now. Go, run. 32
Both of them scrambled to their feet again and sprinted for the deeper part of the wood, blurs in the night as they made their escape, Robert at the head with the she-wolf close upon his trail. 33
The blonde-white haze came leaping out of the gloom at the female’s side, teeth flashing as they closed upon the back of her scruff. The two went rolling into the brush, the new male’s impact sending her sprawling several feet further. 34
Robert circled back, lunging at the blonde’s hinder quarters as his mate twisted back the way she’d come and bit down hard on the underside of her attacker’s throat. The new werewolf was smaller than both of them, only managing to pull back from her death-grip because her bite fell short, only getting his fur. He wheeled round before she could make another attack, lashing out with his claws at the male’s muzzle, making him flinch back with a whine. 35
The blonde wolf took two steps backwards, growling softly, blood seeping down his haunch. Robert took his front, taking a pace forwards for every his opponent took back, keeping an eye on his mate as she circled round him, giggling in the blonde’s head; you’re a pathetic little mutt, aren’t you?36
He only growled and she took a long sniff of the air before returning to her circling, you’re all alone here. I can tell. No one’s going to come and rescue you, you ###.37
Taking another step away from them, the blonde’s lip twitched, body betraying his actions as he tensed for a lunge at the male, sensing the weaker one of the two. She sunk her teeth deep into his tail as he made for the attack, yanking him back and leaping on his body, one paw braced on his neck. You’re no fun, she hissed, look at you. You can’t even fight us properly to impress your ### pack.38
He didn’t move, lying there and awaiting his fate, his eyes a sparkling green as he stared up at her emotionlessly, you’re going to die, ###.39
She giggled, lowering her muzzle to his, I don’t think so somehow, and tore out his throat with one swipe of her oversized paw. 40
Turning, she looked her mate up and down with disgust, the blonde’s blood splattered on her fur, make sure he’s dead and bring him to the door, she muttered, I’ll take care of their mongrel dogs.41
6) Who recruited you to join the guild? Please provide their user name here.42
Liv123max43
Very informative.44
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