Post by dairin on Feb 10, 2009 19:40:03 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Ben Dairin
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Marital Status: Single
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
Gruff in appearence and in nature, the wolf stands around 6' tall, his darkly coloured pressed uniform well fitted. A scar splits the right side of his face, his eye shut permenantly by the damage. Old age shows in the white around his muzzle and chin, and in the jaded look about him, though he stands as tall and proud as he ever has.
Weapons: Pistols, knives. Occasionally relying on a Micro-Uzi submachine gun, though only in more dangerous circumstances.
Skills: Excellent pilot, previous experience in the military taught him hand to hand fighting skills, along with gunning and stealth skills. Previous experience as a mid-rank leader can be utilized.
What Can You Offer USAF: A safe and reliable vessel and pilot to transit goods, weapons and food, as well as a guarentee of their safe arrival. If aid in combat is needed, quick and effective service will be provided.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: The roleplay world looks interesting, the RPers seem mature, and I'd like the opportunity to Rolplay in a world with strict military-based ranks and rules.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: At least 5 times a week.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Transportation and/or mid-rank commander. (With time, of course.)
Roleplay Sample:
The arrival area was mostly deserted, and the brightly lit corridors gave little welcome save for the occasional glances of a passing officer or medic. The trip to the ship had been long, and his old body growled quietly as he moved, though he refused to let it slow him.
Dairin stood tall and straight as he walked, his eye faced forward as he strode towards what he hoped was the proper application area. The unfamiliar metal underfoot echoed a hollow tang with his every step, and his ears flicked down as he walked, the only real clue to the nervoseness he felt.
Narrowing his one good eye as the large doorway came into view he flicked his ears upwards confidently, steeling himself; a good first impression was vital, and this was an opportunity he did not want to chance.
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Gender: Male
Age: 47
Marital Status: Single
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
Gruff in appearence and in nature, the wolf stands around 6' tall, his darkly coloured pressed uniform well fitted. A scar splits the right side of his face, his eye shut permenantly by the damage. Old age shows in the white around his muzzle and chin, and in the jaded look about him, though he stands as tall and proud as he ever has.
Weapons: Pistols, knives. Occasionally relying on a Micro-Uzi submachine gun, though only in more dangerous circumstances.
Skills: Excellent pilot, previous experience in the military taught him hand to hand fighting skills, along with gunning and stealth skills. Previous experience as a mid-rank leader can be utilized.
What Can You Offer USAF: A safe and reliable vessel and pilot to transit goods, weapons and food, as well as a guarentee of their safe arrival. If aid in combat is needed, quick and effective service will be provided.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: The roleplay world looks interesting, the RPers seem mature, and I'd like the opportunity to Rolplay in a world with strict military-based ranks and rules.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: At least 5 times a week.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Transportation and/or mid-rank commander. (With time, of course.)
Roleplay Sample:
The arrival area was mostly deserted, and the brightly lit corridors gave little welcome save for the occasional glances of a passing officer or medic. The trip to the ship had been long, and his old body growled quietly as he moved, though he refused to let it slow him.
Dairin stood tall and straight as he walked, his eye faced forward as he strode towards what he hoped was the proper application area. The unfamiliar metal underfoot echoed a hollow tang with his every step, and his ears flicked down as he walked, the only real clue to the nervoseness he felt.
Narrowing his one good eye as the large doorway came into view he flicked his ears upwards confidently, steeling himself; a good first impression was vital, and this was an opportunity he did not want to chance.
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