Post by Sophie Moon on Feb 2, 2009 20:53:35 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Sophie Moon
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Marital Status: single
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):Sophie was only slightly insane by anyone's standards but her own. In her own opinion, she needed to be locked up somewhere. Standing at only 5'2", she was incredibly small compared to her friends, most of them standing at around 5'9". The tight form of her upper body was covered slightly by a tight tank top that just barely exposed her solid black bra. A pair of tattered high waters clothed her legs, accenting the curves of them. Her ebony locks hung down to her waist, with her bright red highlights shining down the back. A set of sturdy spike demonia combat boots wrapped themselves around her calves, several cords lashed her knives and gun to the side.
Weapons: One 16" machete, two shrike throwing knives, three kunai, one katana and a silenced semi-auto 9mm
Skills: Assasination, stripping
What Can You Offer USAF: Whatever is asked of me.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Just looking for a place to hang out
How Many Times A Week Are You On: 4-5 days a week
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Spec. Ops. I'm seriously awesome at stealth missions
Roleplay Sample: My combat boots echoed up the stairs as I ran up them. Pulling out my map I looked at it briefly before sighing in fustration. Why in the hell were these schools mapped out in such a complex manner? Class had started 5 minutes ago by my count. Why was I here? Because I was new and had no idea where the hell I was going. People apparently wanted to confuse students who were new to this school. I stomped off in the general direction of the class I was sopposed to be going to. Still failing to find to find it I stood in the middle of the hallway looking annoyed and more then likely homicidal. I decided to wait until one of the moronic teachers that I knew worked her made an apperance to tell me where I was going before I got lost again. I really hated school. Which asked the question of why I was here. Well I was told by some stupid guy from the county that in order to continue living on my own I had to go to my stupid senior year. That's why I was here and that's also why I was shooting angry glares at that camera
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Marital Status: single
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):Sophie was only slightly insane by anyone's standards but her own. In her own opinion, she needed to be locked up somewhere. Standing at only 5'2", she was incredibly small compared to her friends, most of them standing at around 5'9". The tight form of her upper body was covered slightly by a tight tank top that just barely exposed her solid black bra. A pair of tattered high waters clothed her legs, accenting the curves of them. Her ebony locks hung down to her waist, with her bright red highlights shining down the back. A set of sturdy spike demonia combat boots wrapped themselves around her calves, several cords lashed her knives and gun to the side.
Weapons: One 16" machete, two shrike throwing knives, three kunai, one katana and a silenced semi-auto 9mm
Skills: Assasination, stripping
What Can You Offer USAF: Whatever is asked of me.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Just looking for a place to hang out
How Many Times A Week Are You On: 4-5 days a week
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Spec. Ops. I'm seriously awesome at stealth missions
Roleplay Sample: My combat boots echoed up the stairs as I ran up them. Pulling out my map I looked at it briefly before sighing in fustration. Why in the hell were these schools mapped out in such a complex manner? Class had started 5 minutes ago by my count. Why was I here? Because I was new and had no idea where the hell I was going. People apparently wanted to confuse students who were new to this school. I stomped off in the general direction of the class I was sopposed to be going to. Still failing to find to find it I stood in the middle of the hallway looking annoyed and more then likely homicidal. I decided to wait until one of the moronic teachers that I knew worked her made an apperance to tell me where I was going before I got lost again. I really hated school. Which asked the question of why I was here. Well I was told by some stupid guy from the county that in order to continue living on my own I had to go to my stupid senior year. That's why I was here and that's also why I was shooting angry glares at that camera