Post by wulf on Feb 3, 2009 15:39:48 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Josef Arcady Wulf
Gender: Male
Age:IC: looks 45?
Marital Status: married, two kids
Description :
> " Like an Old jeep from the war Relegated to Parade duty, kept around, only to show the new recruits how it used to be ,This man, was old and tired. War was fought daily in his mind, as he remembered . The scars of Combat, had scarred over and healed on him physically, but the mental scars, were fresh, and new as they day he recieved them. Some would say he survived the war. Those close to him, know He died during those days. www.freewebs.com/alphawulf/
Weapons: m1911 .45, combat knife[kabar]
Skills: -.- Ray..you already know.
What Can You Offer USAF: Activity and somewhat of leadership, if desired.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Roleplay activity.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: varies..but usually on about once every morning
What Area Would You Want To Be In : Special forces, training, whatever needs to be done..
Roleplay Sample: ..ray..just for you -.-
Sample RP Post:
*the older male peered up from his coffee, at the sounter in a shady looking bar. He noticed a younger doberman pinscher male, around the mid 20's, he was arguing with a younger undetermined female canine furson. He raised his hand and slapped the female and he spoke "bitch, please", in the typical fashion. Wulf Simply got up, grabbed his doberman ears, and jerked him around and down. He slammed the male forward, and through a glass case, causing lacerations and cut o nthe doberman. He picked the male up by his shirt, which was also torn by now, opened the door, and tossed him out. He closed teh door behind him, gave the bartender money for his drink and for damages, nodded to the female, and walked out to his truck-cab humvee.[cargo longbed variant ]. The doberman was still laying on the groun, in the way, and Wulf, simply steped over him, silently. As he sat in his truck, he light a black and mild cigar, started the ignition, and backed out into the street and drove off*
Gender: Male
Age:IC: looks 45?
Marital Status: married, two kids
Description :
> " Like an Old jeep from the war Relegated to Parade duty, kept around, only to show the new recruits how it used to be ,This man, was old and tired. War was fought daily in his mind, as he remembered . The scars of Combat, had scarred over and healed on him physically, but the mental scars, were fresh, and new as they day he recieved them. Some would say he survived the war. Those close to him, know He died during those days. www.freewebs.com/alphawulf/
Weapons: m1911 .45, combat knife[kabar]
Skills: -.- Ray..you already know.
What Can You Offer USAF: Activity and somewhat of leadership, if desired.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Roleplay activity.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: varies..but usually on about once every morning
What Area Would You Want To Be In : Special forces, training, whatever needs to be done..
Roleplay Sample: ..ray..just for you -.-
Sample RP Post:
*the older male peered up from his coffee, at the sounter in a shady looking bar. He noticed a younger doberman pinscher male, around the mid 20's, he was arguing with a younger undetermined female canine furson. He raised his hand and slapped the female and he spoke "bitch, please", in the typical fashion. Wulf Simply got up, grabbed his doberman ears, and jerked him around and down. He slammed the male forward, and through a glass case, causing lacerations and cut o nthe doberman. He picked the male up by his shirt, which was also torn by now, opened the door, and tossed him out. He closed teh door behind him, gave the bartender money for his drink and for damages, nodded to the female, and walked out to his truck-cab humvee.[cargo longbed variant ]. The doberman was still laying on the groun, in the way, and Wulf, simply steped over him, silently. As he sat in his truck, he light a black and mild cigar, started the ignition, and backed out into the street and drove off*