Post by Eunice on Feb 7, 2009 11:31:52 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Eunice ( Last name: Gambino )
Gender: Female
Age: 29 ( Human terms )
Marital Status: Single
Description: Smile... its all you need to knock them dead. Eunice was the silent type, often finding herself loning in the corners and empty areas of the ship. What little fur that wasn't covered by her suit was
chocolate, with tawny tuffs wrapped in as well. Her eyes were a stunning shade of orange, a line of golden brown running around the pupils. Both of her long, floppy ears were tied neatly behind her head,
along with her hair which was pulled loosely into a scrunchy. Her clothing was that of a slick black and gray jumpsuit, knee high combat boots laced and buckled tightly. She didn't seem too friendly, but perhaps
that was because she didn't know anybody onboard. ( Age: 29 ) ( Status: Single ) ( Species: Bunny! [lapineduh] )
Weapons: She has two simple plasma ray guns, one latched to each side of her hips on a utility belt. Her boots also have hidden blades, that come out the front and the back of the hell as well. As far as
weapons are concerned, she doesn't carry them around a lot unless she's expecting a fight or wants to show off.
Skills: Eunice's skills in the medical field are expert. Its a wonder she doesn't wear a labcoat. She attended a Medical Academy back on Earth for roughly seven years, before she dropped out and left for
unknown reasons... she has a degree to prove that she attended as well.
What Can You Offer USAF: A nurse? ( Honestly I'm sure a lot of people just want to be the hardasses in the Spec. Ops. and Generals... )
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: A friend of mine told me about it, and since I've been meaning to get into something new I couldn't really resist. No, I'm not joining because it pays, roleplay is fun, and from what
I've heard the dream has a lot to offer.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: Everyday. I'm a regular roleplayer.
What Area Would You Want To Be In: Medical
Roleplay Sample: She was fairly new to the stationed ship... her gaze lingering on the floor as she made her way down one of the many corridors, a hollow thud sounding each time she took a step. She'd heard
of Xero's prescence here... and being he was one of the few she knew, she'd decided it'd be in her best interest to follow up on him. As she came to a split in the hall she turned her eyes upwards, her face
scrunching as she searched for a sign to specify which hall lead to what. 'Brig' 'Breakroom'. Her mouth pulled into a tight line, and she settled her weight onto the left side of her body, folding her arms in a
somewhat frazzled manner. Eunice hadn't a clue where she was going... and she was sure she didn't have any authorization to be wandering about without an escort. 'Whats the worse that could happen....?'
A thin smile spread, and after a moment she turned to start heading off to the left, towards the breakroom. Surely one member of the crew would be there, unless they were all busy amock their work. The
corridor was long though, and as she continued along, security cameras following her movements, the unbearable sinking feeling that this wasn't the best of ideas began to settle in. She halted, staring down the
path for a while longer, before simply turning heel and striding back from the way she came. She'd find an officer... somewhere less subtle.
( Here's my application.... ^-^ )
Gender: Female
Age: 29 ( Human terms )
Marital Status: Single
Description: Smile... its all you need to knock them dead. Eunice was the silent type, often finding herself loning in the corners and empty areas of the ship. What little fur that wasn't covered by her suit was
chocolate, with tawny tuffs wrapped in as well. Her eyes were a stunning shade of orange, a line of golden brown running around the pupils. Both of her long, floppy ears were tied neatly behind her head,
along with her hair which was pulled loosely into a scrunchy. Her clothing was that of a slick black and gray jumpsuit, knee high combat boots laced and buckled tightly. She didn't seem too friendly, but perhaps
that was because she didn't know anybody onboard. ( Age: 29 ) ( Status: Single ) ( Species: Bunny! [lapineduh] )
Weapons: She has two simple plasma ray guns, one latched to each side of her hips on a utility belt. Her boots also have hidden blades, that come out the front and the back of the hell as well. As far as
weapons are concerned, she doesn't carry them around a lot unless she's expecting a fight or wants to show off.
Skills: Eunice's skills in the medical field are expert. Its a wonder she doesn't wear a labcoat. She attended a Medical Academy back on Earth for roughly seven years, before she dropped out and left for
unknown reasons... she has a degree to prove that she attended as well.
What Can You Offer USAF: A nurse? ( Honestly I'm sure a lot of people just want to be the hardasses in the Spec. Ops. and Generals... )
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: A friend of mine told me about it, and since I've been meaning to get into something new I couldn't really resist. No, I'm not joining because it pays, roleplay is fun, and from what
I've heard the dream has a lot to offer.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: Everyday. I'm a regular roleplayer.
What Area Would You Want To Be In: Medical
Roleplay Sample: She was fairly new to the stationed ship... her gaze lingering on the floor as she made her way down one of the many corridors, a hollow thud sounding each time she took a step. She'd heard
of Xero's prescence here... and being he was one of the few she knew, she'd decided it'd be in her best interest to follow up on him. As she came to a split in the hall she turned her eyes upwards, her face
scrunching as she searched for a sign to specify which hall lead to what. 'Brig' 'Breakroom'. Her mouth pulled into a tight line, and she settled her weight onto the left side of her body, folding her arms in a
somewhat frazzled manner. Eunice hadn't a clue where she was going... and she was sure she didn't have any authorization to be wandering about without an escort. 'Whats the worse that could happen....?'
A thin smile spread, and after a moment she turned to start heading off to the left, towards the breakroom. Surely one member of the crew would be there, unless they were all busy amock their work. The
corridor was long though, and as she continued along, security cameras following her movements, the unbearable sinking feeling that this wasn't the best of ideas began to settle in. She halted, staring down the
path for a while longer, before simply turning heel and striding back from the way she came. She'd find an officer... somewhere less subtle.
( Here's my application.... ^-^ )
