Post by Firebreather on Dec 30, 2008 20:09:18 GMT -5
Furc Name: The FireBreather
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Marital Status: single
Description:The skin of his face was thick and leathery scarred from years of burns. When he spoke, the skin around his mouth cracked and flaked as his jaw moved. When he smiled you can smell the faint odor of kerosene.[Carny][Undead]
Weapons: Torches, Kerosene, Poisonous Bite, Undead Infection
Skills: Killing, Entertaining, training
What I can offer: somebody who's there all the time and ready to fight at a moments notice.
Why I want to join: Because I'm new to furc (2 months) and I think I can gain something from working here.
When I'm on: Pretty much everyday at random hours
Area: Special Ops, cause I'm really apt at killing without a trace and being sneaky
RP Sample: The carny stepped out into the barren area of the abandoned carnival. All that remained of the once glorious MegaDash Circus was now only a tattered tent and cages that once held amazing animals; Bears, Tigers, Cursed humans with the body of an elephant and a man. He shitfed his footing to grab a small bottle of kerosene, raising it to his lips he pulled a small lighter from the pocket of his tattered pants and sprayed the kerosene through the small flame of the lighter untill it srayed magnificently into the air, a swirl of orange and red. When he finished what was left in the bottle he heard a lone person walk into the tent. A ratty looking hobo stood behind him grinning toothlesly and clapping. This man was not unknown to the performer, Kuranes had come to watch the few acts that remained in the circus many times, the lion tamer, the trapeze artists, the knife thrower. But Kuranes' smile soon faded into a solem frown, a few moments of silence and the old man told the breather: " They're coming again! They know that your alive!" and walked out of the tent
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Marital Status: single
Description:The skin of his face was thick and leathery scarred from years of burns. When he spoke, the skin around his mouth cracked and flaked as his jaw moved. When he smiled you can smell the faint odor of kerosene.[Carny][Undead]
Weapons: Torches, Kerosene, Poisonous Bite, Undead Infection
Skills: Killing, Entertaining, training
What I can offer: somebody who's there all the time and ready to fight at a moments notice.
Why I want to join: Because I'm new to furc (2 months) and I think I can gain something from working here.
When I'm on: Pretty much everyday at random hours
Area: Special Ops, cause I'm really apt at killing without a trace and being sneaky
RP Sample: The carny stepped out into the barren area of the abandoned carnival. All that remained of the once glorious MegaDash Circus was now only a tattered tent and cages that once held amazing animals; Bears, Tigers, Cursed humans with the body of an elephant and a man. He shitfed his footing to grab a small bottle of kerosene, raising it to his lips he pulled a small lighter from the pocket of his tattered pants and sprayed the kerosene through the small flame of the lighter untill it srayed magnificently into the air, a swirl of orange and red. When he finished what was left in the bottle he heard a lone person walk into the tent. A ratty looking hobo stood behind him grinning toothlesly and clapping. This man was not unknown to the performer, Kuranes had come to watch the few acts that remained in the circus many times, the lion tamer, the trapeze artists, the knife thrower. But Kuranes' smile soon faded into a solem frown, a few moments of silence and the old man told the breather: " They're coming again! They know that your alive!" and walked out of the tent
