the auditions !

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OHAI. (: Welcome to the auditions. You may think we've only got auditions for one or two things, but actually, we're holding four to six absolutely EPIC positions, that anybody would be lucky to have. And those four to six epic positions are Tidus Beta, Aetos Beta and Delta Pairs, Niamh Beta AAAND the assistant of the uberly epic sage, Lotus. All four of these dogs will be playing a big role in the global plot, so anybody who auditions better be prepared to get quite a bit of responsibility.

Right, onto the form!


[b]username;[/b] ohai. name plz?
[b]character's name;[/b] this is pretty simple too.
[b]link to their bio;[/b] [url=urlgoeshurr]character's name goes hurr.[/url]
[b]what position they want;[/b] tidus beta, aetos beta or delta, niamh beta or lotus's assistant?
[b]why they should get it;[/b] at least a paragraph, please.
[b]post example;[/b] this doesn't have to be very long, just long enough for us to see what your character's like in a roleplay.


The Candidates:

Tidus Beta:


Niamh Beta:
Malaysia,

Aetos Beta:
Nexone,

Aetos Delta:
Nexone,

Lotus's Assistant:
Dagda, Fusion,

[malaysia !]

username; Kink!
character's name; Malaysia
link to their bio; mallyyyy
what position they want; Niamh beta
why they should get it; Malaysia is a very intelligent, quick thinking, and tactical being. With Narcotic having the brute strength completely covered, Malaysia would make a handy wingman when it came to planning takeovers and raids. Moreover she is a confident creature, who could easily command a raiding party without need for supervision. Oh - and she's nasty as anything. Which makes her a pretty good candidate for spreading the gory Niamh love, as well as for keeping the gang subordinate well in check when Narcotic is busy being awesome.
post example;
The darkness was sweet, careful, unmoving and silenced. Just the way Malaysia liked it. Her lands were still, but this did not worry her. Instead she was assured of the stealthiness of her Kol, of how brilliantly they could hide in the shdaows, of how wonderful they were and how well they had adopted their ranks. Things were going well for the North. Very well indeed. And Malaysia loved thinking about how much those sickening Tundes would be hating it all.

After the meeting at Remiel - the sort that happened on a regular basis - Malaysia had postponed her talk with her superiors for another day, and sent them all back into the forest. She and her pups remained alone, and then she led them down the Climb of Asura, though they knew the track quite well by now.

When a scent met her nose, Malaysia stiffened. It was not a Kol scent, and therefore it was dangerous - but she was in her element! She knew these lands far better than any other, Kol or Tundes, and she was stronger than even the mightiest of her darkest enemies. And yet something nagged at her still, pawed at her gently swishing tail as it rested by her heels, and Malaysia sent two of her three followers into the shadows to wait for her return. She chose Shalua alone to continue down the path as usual, for after all, Shalua was a ranked wolf now, and by far Malaysia's favourite.

All the same, despite her precautions, it was a good few hours before the dwindled and disconnected family met the sorry creature the scent had belonged to. Malaysia's red eyes sparkled from the depths of the shadowed uphill climb, staring down at the strange wolf below. She didn't know if she had ever met him before, but his scent was pugent and strong, and his face and build weren't things one would forget in a hurry. He smelt of moisture and sea air, and the only lands of such were in the South and West. Malaysia knew of the Western leader - or at least, she'd known the Western leaders' mate, until he conviently died before passing information to the Kol, as promised - and this wolf was not of their blood or scent.

He must be the Southern Alpha. What luck!

Malaysia gave a soft chuckle and prowled out of the shadows. Her jaws were clamped closed in a threatening smirk, and as she neared him, she recognised that Krillic's scent was mingled with his. The blind old Essien must have had some part in this, and for that she would need rewarding. But for now this Alpha, so far from his home comforts, belonged entirely to Malaysia and her obedient, blood thirsty daughter. "What time is it, mister wolf?" She whispered dangerously, almost madly, her gaze flickering to Shalua.

Dinnertime.

[>> Dagda]

username; Dagdaa, durr. x3
character's name; Dagda. Surprise surprise.
link to their bio; Oh look, itsa Dagda.
what position they want; Lotus' Assistant. =o
why they should get it;

[/i] have a habit of cuffing those he doesn't respect, but gain his respect and he'll both tolerate and not cuff you, if he can help himself. His kind of respect comes in the form of wisdom: he's secretly an avid learner, beneath the rough words and constant denial. Though he's likely to blather on about ''ow bloody troublesome i' all is', he'll give you his quiet attention when you need it, living up to the mark meaning 'Silence' on his left foreleg. On another note, having only one eye has made him into a paranoid bastard, which could come in handy since he has no qualms with fighting, should things come to that. He isn't particularly fond of the power arts which seem to be passed around in the genes so easily these days, but generally, his ability and abition to learn override what few fears he has, even if it is about his own powers which he tries to use sparingly.[/ul]

post example;

[/i] was it trying to drown me in the dark depths? Bloody unreasonable nature and it's freakin' nonsense logic.

Finally managing, I grunted out loud as the suctioning sound of pulling my body from the mud met my ears. Ugh. At least I couldn't look round to see my no-doubt mud-covered pelt properly without conscious effort. One eye had it uses after all, no matter how fuckin' pink it was. It seemed all my thoughts led back to that same problem, these days. Pink. Fucking. Eyes. They wouldn't leave me alone. Only constolation of being here was that the water was too freakin' murky to see my reflection - but every now and again there was a tell-tale flash of pinky purple in the brown. Gah. Couldn't escape my mother, even when she was dead. Bitch.

Clotting god-knew-what started to harden in my fur, seeping in towards the skin, making me grit my teeth in distaste. I didn't exactly have a sense of pride, but hell, I enjoyed my comfort much as the next guy. Having an unprepared 'mud-bath' really wasn't at the top of my list of what I wanted to do. Probably wasn't even on there. Where the heck did that stupid saying come from, anyway? I had no bloody list in my head, no favourite things - really - so how the heck did that sort of quote come about. Maybe from a stupid dog who felt the need to invent something. Sounded about right.

I was tired. And really couldn't be bothered to shake myself. I lacked the energy necessary these days to really do anything besides walk, eat and flop down to rest. Not sleep, only rest. Sleep brought too many complications to deal with. And I really hated to deal with bloody complications. They were so freakin'.. complicated. Ignoring it, and coming up with the determination to do so, I roughly shook my pelt, a sharp splattering coming from behind as the mud flew off and hit something else.

"Correction," I muttered out loud, twisting to face the threat. "Someone else."

Ugh. Freakin' canines. Never left you alone, did they?[/ul]
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[nexone]

username; Nexona
character's name; Nexone
link to their bio; Nexone
what position they want; aetos beta or delta.
why they should get it;
Nexone is a brutal fighter, but at the same time he likes to think things out, and therefore understands the different parts of battle so that he could advivice and report. He’s a brutal fighter and despite his past, would be glad to rip out another canines throat or order one to do so. He is beyond loyal to Banshee, and would give his life for her and the pack. He is wise, and although he gets stressed easily, that stress works for him in battle. He’s a bit cocky, but a cocky attitude can equal confidence, and he wouldn’t do anything that would unnecessarily kill one of the pack.

post example; The wind shifted slightly as I ran across the plain, a small amount of sparks surrounding me. Okay, a bit dramatic, huh? Well, I liked it. It was the kind of thing that said, “Don’t mess with me, you’ll lose,”. Okay, so maybe I was being a little cocky. So? Why does it matter if I was being as long as no one was there to rip my throat out?

To be truthful, any other day I would have been glad to get a bit of action, but at the moment, I was tired and annoyed. The world was spinning annoyingly because I had stayed up all night running to make sure the boarders were secure, that the entire area was safe. That wasn’t my job, but hey, it was good exercise, and I did something good for the pack in the process. Despite how much I wanted to lay down, the sparking comments of “War” was getting on my nerves and making me edgy. The only way to work off that energy was to get some control, run laps, climb as high as I could without falling and hurting myself. It wasn’t a particularly bad thing to try. It honed my body, and it made me feel as if I was doing something for the pack.

A pack who had saved me from insanity was a pack worth fighting for. That much was certain.

I let go of the small amount of sparks that I had surrounded myself in a moment, letting the sparks fall onto my fur and burn at it. The smell would at least keep some of the more unpleasant ones away, or so I hoped. One spark missed my deep coat and burned at my skin, but I only winced and went on. Pain was painful, but burns had because such a thing for me that although it hurt like hell, it was just so common that I didn’t mind. Like an old wolf who has a limp, it became something to get used to.

A small crack behind me made me slip around, baring teeth and a growl upon my throat. My eyes darted around, wondering who or what the enemy was. Body tense, tail erect, I let out a long growl before letting it hang in the air.

Though my paws ached, I took a step forward to try and scare the offender off, and let a little bit of flame come around before letting it go and watching once more.

When the offender stepped out, I simply stared at it. The little bunny was just sniffing the air, and I huffed before taking a step forward in warning to run away.

It obliged. I shook my head and turned around. My feet carried me back home.

[F U S I O N *]

username;

Convict/Vivi/Bob/Con.

character's name;

Fusion, ftw.

link to their bio;

hai my name is fusion.

what position they want;

lotus's assistant

why they should get it;

Meet the lovely and exotic (or maybe not so exotic) Fuse. He's loveable, he's fluffy, and he's currently in quite the pickle...so to speak. In his recent history his sister died - which I mean is sad, but she was his "Yin" and other half. His family is dead, long gone, or missing - forcing him to travel around himself as a loner until god knows when. He's lost and confused - seeking answers to questions that the dear Lotus can answer over time if he so deems it fit. Naturally attracted to Lotus because he is a Dark Control and Lotus is a Light Control - the two of them would naturally get along. Because of the age difference the pair could be a in a fairly well off "Father & Son" relationship. Fusion is Bisexual. It doesn't mean he is attracted to Lotus in anyway (other than the comfort of having a Light Control around to help balance him) but it means he understands the "otherwise unnatural" side of the attraction to the same sex.

Where Lotus is more of the laid back and silly sort, Fusion could bring in the serious, get-down-to-business side of them. He's serious, sometimes cold and unwelcome demeanor would provide a variety of uses in plots down the road. Fusion doesn't care what others think of him - but does however enjoy being shrouded in mystery. By working with Lotus he secretly hopes to learn how to control his emotion driven (and out of whack) Dark Control gifts. He has an interest in Plants - especially the rare and forbidden Control that nobody has possessed in a short age - and wonders if it is possible to learn the Rare Controls - not just be born with them. Naturally curious, Fusion is an animated and quick learner. He is enthusiastic to help - especially to those who have earned his trust. With the possible idea of having Lotus and Fuse in a "father-son" type of relationship in addition to Fuse becoming his Assistant, Fuse would probably feel some sort of tie to Lotus and eventually Lotus's lover (NO NOT FUSE). Protective of those he is close to after loosing his Sister, there is no doubt that any plotting that comes form this or from other plots could be molded into something fabulous.

post example;

He didn’t mean to do it, really he didn’t, and it wasn’t like he was the big bad scary wolf who was going to eat you for breakfast. He was a coyote, a smaller than average one at that, though both well-muscled, traveled, and fairly handsome…but an unstable dark user as that. But he did, he had freaked out on his latest hosts offspring for lighting his tail on fire when he had refused to play. Play! Of all things the coyote needed to do at the moment it wasn’t to “PLAY” with a strangers pup. In fact, that my friends was babysitting and although he could and would deal with the younger generation and help guide the immature to “mirror that of his own maturity”- most certainly not for that little creep. Fusion did know a few things or two about unstable powers, but setting ones tail on fire did not settle well in his books.

It was the kind of night that you would have to be stupid to venture out alone in, the kind of night that myths and legends tended to walk out of story books and eat you alive for a midnight snack. A breeze disturbed the trees above him, their braches cracking and rustling in protest to the uncontrolled movement. It sent a shiver down his spine – this time of night – it could send even the sanest of mind into frenzy at the slightest sign of movement in a dark corner or the smallest snap of a twig. The moon was covered in a layer of clouds, its silver light decidedly not wanting to bless the lowly mortals with its presence, bathing the world below in an eerie gray instead of brilliant white.

Another breeze brushed past the young male, this time with more force than the first and therefore a louder response from the trees in protest. His ears cocked with the noise, his body tensed, his oddly purple eyes flickering with the illusion of a ghostly white fire when they reflected what little light poured through the canopy. ”They almost sound as though they are talking…” murmured the coyote. His body slackened its tension as he forced himself to relax. Interest sparked his latest change in posture as his ears twitched with the sound, following the last traces of the breeze before the world plunged into silence again. ”…I wonder if trees do talk.”

A small sigh escaped from the mouth of the coyote. He’s head turning towards a distant rustle in the woods with a wide-eyed expression. In the day the coyote would stand out like a sore thumb among the greens and browns. His natural coat – although mostly made up of grays, silvers, and light browns, contains streaks of obnoxiously bright orange and green. On his face, even in the dim light, were streaks of orange that fell into place over each eye, while a stripe of green bordered the outer edges. On his back, just above his shoulder blades and on the back of his neck, lay alternating stripes of orange and green. But of all the markings found on the coyote it was the white that gave him away on this night.

In the woods at night the color seemed to have been stolen away and replaced by muted shades of their former brilliance. However, just as the moon began to peek its way from the clouds, the light tended to catch white fur and make it shine. In Fusion’s case, tonight the tribal-like markings that were naturally nestled within the orange on his face gleamed. Within the stillness of the present moment, that unnaturally still moment, not a creature stirred as something began to turn within the coyotes mind.

Somewhere a clock was ticking, a bell chimed.

Darkness is a fickle thing, for it presides in both the mind and the soul. Slipping from the grasp of reality the male fell, released from sanity and found it latching onto the mind of a poor skinny rabbit not two feet away. A tense moment, still as the night outside as the minds melded together, meeting, dancing, familiarizing. Then the was silence, only to soon to be broken by a whiplash of images as they flooded from one consciousness to the next, fake…but seeming so real. A silent cry came from the pair as the rush of power came and fled again, it lingered for a moment…caressing…teasing, but a heartbeat later vanished as the moment left.

He felt as though he were falling, falling into darkness. Then nothing.

A light. A memory.

”What many do not understand is the necessity for a Light and a Dark control to bond. It has been long thought that in each life time that there is only one match that is born for the other. Balance must be achieved….” The thought touched his consciousness before fading into darkness. Shaking uncontrollably now Fusion winced as he came to. He was sprawled on all fours, leaning more towards the position of lying on his side. Alone. Again. He was always alone. He tried to move, flexing his paws, then stretching his legs, lifting his head…a minute later he was on his feet – still shaking badly.
Nausea took him a moment later. He shuddered, violently, before coming to a standstill and finding support against a tree with a thick branch. ”What is happening to me…” he groaned, the scent of rabbit was still fresh as he tried to gain his bearings. Strong emotions always left him like this – shaken (not stirred), shivering, weak. Fear especially. Always fear. This is what had landed him with the strangers who had the pup with the fire control powers. Eyeing his tail to find the singed fur and raw skin he glared at the ground which didn’t want to stop swimming in his vision.

”What am I supposed to do now?” He tried to lift his head far enough to see the sky, to find the comforting light of the stars among the black sky. His sister was dead. His family was dead. He was unstable – perhaps never to be whole – so he was as good as dead. ”At least I didn’t kill the rabbit.” He muttered, though as he said so his stomach growled with protest. ”WHAT!” His voice crawling with annoyance, he couldn’t keep down the rabbit even if he was starving to death. ”I hope you are happy. Leaving me here, alone, again. It’s not like some magical know it all is going to show up and rescue the sorry excuse for a Dark Control I am now that you are gone.” His eyes dropped and he hung his head, pressing more of his weight into the tree.

”I’m alone. Again.”

Exhausted, he shifted against the trunk of the tree to wait out the night.

[(ROCHELLE) ♥]

username; Rochelle
character's name; Rochelle
link to their bio; Rochelle
what position they want; niamh beta
why they should get it;

Let's see here. I believe loyalty and trust plays a big role when it comes to a pack, and thus Rochelle is brought in. Swearing her loyalty to her alpha would be...let's say 'selling her soul' once she's in, this female is loyal to the very end. Now, trust, be given trust is extremely important, which is something Rochelle has to offer. Now, Rochelle doesn't hold her tongue, some usually consider her brutally honest in situations. She'll speak up for her freedom, and justice; and that's that. I believe that Rochelle would be able to cope with her Alpha's wild personality, through thick and thin she would stay forever loyal and devoted to him. Intelligence and a witty mind can play a big role, no one needs an idiotic female becoming their beta. They need someone righteous, selfless, and someone to get the job done. They need Rochelle.

post example;

Eh, here you gooo. Same sample as before.

Lost within the deep hills of flora, where the sun had barely touched it's warm glow upon the dark grasses, shadows ever so quietly stirred. The black obsidian sky was dotted with the hot glow of stars that surround the pale moon that was snuggled into what looked like a black ocean with wispy white clouds here and there. The moon casted an eerie glow across the halfmoon territory. The air was chilly, an average Autumn night. Winter was brutal, it would get so cold that the earth felt as if it would crack. But not tonight, tonight was perfect. Deep within the hill, a valley lay swallowed up in the middle. Coiling flora had seeped deep the vast valley, but most of the plant life had closed up for the night. Luminescent petals opened for the light of the moon to hit its surface, as if they were reaching up toward the heavens with their white faces. Moon flowers; as they were called seemed to open in masses. The valley was beyond words, its beauty and its size would leave any living thing in awe, as they would approach the sloping hill that lead into this paradise. All was still at the moment, the wind was at ease and the valley had become silent and still.

A quiet silhouette had casted it's hold on the hill top, silent Egyptian gold eyes ran across the mass. Light from the moon fell onto the curvaceous figure that stand tall on the edge of the grassy slope. Curious possibly, as this creature took one step toward the valley in the distance. Covered with a mass of luxurious auburn fur the she-wolf held her front paw up. The journey through these hills had put a strain on the muscles that lay in that one paw, the female turned her face toward her paw. Slowly, her long pink tongue escaped her colored snout only to run against the white paw. The warmth of her breath was soothing as it hit against the muscles and joints. A sigh of content rolled off out of her mouth as she once more lowered her paw to the ground, the contact made her wince; only slightly. Willow Fae, as she was known as had quietly begun to walk down the hill. Gold eyes were full to the brim of cat like curiosity, the smell of halfmoon was on every inch of the border. The halfmoon pack; exactly what this loner was looking for. Years of searching was possibly coming to an end as she neared this valley.

As white paws carried her down the hill, her scent would surly be behind her. Her perfume seeped into the grass and flora as padded silently down the hill. Finally, Willow had stepped foot onto the valley. A small grin had been carved into her auburn muzzle as if it were marble, ready to be sculpted. Willow padded slowly, taking in the sweet scent of flora. Her red body stood out from the mass of white as she stepped in rhythm. Suddenly her heart had felt heavy as she stared down at the beautiful white flower; a favorite of her Mothers. No tears, not now. Willow sucked in a deep breath of air as she closed her golden eyes for a moment. ' Not here. Not now ' She whispered to herself before continuing her steps.

A light breeze tousled Willow's auburn fleece, she had found a comfortable patch of flowers and took a seat. She peered up into the black ocean sky, the stars seem to dance around as if they were celebrating her arrival. Fighting her emotions was difficult, when they would hit; it would be intense. It was out of her control as water seemed to bubble from her almond eye slits. Willow could feel the warmth of her tears come splashing down her colored cheeks, dripping off into the dark grass. Her body had went tense as she tried to fight the tears off. Tail lashing in anxiety and paws shifting uneasily. Without warning a whine had escaped her whitish muzzle.

Willow was a strong female, yet so easily broken.

It felt like an eternity before the tears had finally stopped, blinking her gold eyes for a moment Willow sighed in content. Once more, the female hoped to her paws. Willow began to walk deeper into the valley. White paws carried her slowly before she had suddenly hit the ground, gold eyes looked around shocked as her body was mixed in with the tall grass and fur. Wincing a bit, her eyes gazed down at her paw. ' Dammit. ' The she-wolf said quietly. Her paw throbbed with pain, as she tried to stand up once more. Puffing out a few slow breaths, Willow had made it too her feet. Licking her paw gently she tucked it against her chest. The constant pain was a nuance's, and this chilly weather was no help. A little pain never hurt anyone, at least that's would Willow would tell herself. Gathering her thoughts for a moment or two, she continued her destination towards the middle of the valley. The ground seemed to slope down as you grew closer towards the middle. Slowly but surly, the auburn female had begun to ease down the slope, her paws lightly pushing down flowers and grass.

Willow's colored muzzle curved up into a smile. Finally, she had made it to her destination. Her tail flicked with enthusiasm as she walked into the middle, the grass was cool as it surrounded her curvaceous body. A yawn escaped her muzzle as she lowered her body to the ground, Willow was never known to have lazy days but this was too bliss to pass up. Stretching out her sore paw she placed her head on top of her paws and relaxed. Her erect ears stayed alert, moving around to pick up any noise. Her colored tail coiled carefully around her body, until the tip had lightly touched her belly. Willow sighed in content, she could have fell asleep here if she wanted too but she had to wait. To wait for a wolf to catch her scent, to come and find her. And if it was the alpha, she would prove her worth to him. This thought made her smile with sincerity.