Post by krismanapaw on Feb 11, 2009 11:56:57 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Kris Manapaw
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Marital Status: Mated for Life
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
*A hyper cheetah bounds toward you!!!* Kris is a cheerful, colourful character with a devil-may-care attitude, standing at exactly 6ft and weighing in at just 135lbs. He is dressed in loose, black cargo trousers that partially go over his footpaws fastened with a leather, purple belt. On his footpaws are black, lightweight boots for extra maneuverability. His top consists only of a short, black t-shirt but his wrists are adorned with various charm, bangles, bands and bracelets, with black leather fingerless gloves at the ends. Kris is a warrior of many talents, able to turn his paw to most weapons and styles. That is of course, if he doesn't evade the enemy with his quick wit and even quicker reflexes and gymnastics to escape!
Weapons: Twin semi-automatic Handguns, Combat Knife, Silenced Pistol and most anything else I find.
Skills: Inventive, resourceful, adaptable, unarmed combat specialist, skilled in languages, fast and agile, silent and can avoid detection if needs be, basic medical training, sharp eyesight and hearing.
What Can You Offer USAF: I can offer my skills as a linguist to communicate and translate with the enemy. I am quick-minded and can stay calm in a crisis and can always find a way to accomplish my mission, not matter what.
I am also adapt at infiltration and ex filtration type missions and know many subtle ways to take out a mark if need be. I am very resourceful and do not need to be babysat to complete a mission, but will happily follow orders without question. I also know how to "clean up".
That aside, I can be very helpful in a melee battle where guns cannot or would not be as effective as incapacitating or killing someone unarmed or with a knife. I am very agile in these battles and make sure my foe has no chance to get an attack in on me or any comrades I may be with.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: I want to join USAF because I want something useful and productive to do with my time on Furcadia, and to be part of a fighting unit that gets things done.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: 7 at least.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Any Spy, Assassination or Sabotage work would be preferred, but I am adaptable.
Roleplay Sample: *clink...clink...clink* Went the footsteps of the guard as he patrolled the long, narrow, metal grid walkway leading out of the fan room. up and down, up and down for hours on end, he didn't sign up for this.
Fortunate then, that Kris was following him with his exceptional hearing, digging his razor-sharp claws under the walkway and traversing it upside-down, tracing the guard's every step, waiting for just the right moment...then it came!
The grunt only turned around for a second, but it was a second too long. Kris athletically flipped up over the walking, grabbing the guard's shoulders as he did so. Kris span 360 before landing on his feet, throwing his arms out as he did so before casually walking over to the Fan's controls at the end, their gentle whir only momentarily interrupted as they fed on soldier salami, blood serving to slicken the unforgiving blades...
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Marital Status: Mated for Life
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
*A hyper cheetah bounds toward you!!!* Kris is a cheerful, colourful character with a devil-may-care attitude, standing at exactly 6ft and weighing in at just 135lbs. He is dressed in loose, black cargo trousers that partially go over his footpaws fastened with a leather, purple belt. On his footpaws are black, lightweight boots for extra maneuverability. His top consists only of a short, black t-shirt but his wrists are adorned with various charm, bangles, bands and bracelets, with black leather fingerless gloves at the ends. Kris is a warrior of many talents, able to turn his paw to most weapons and styles. That is of course, if he doesn't evade the enemy with his quick wit and even quicker reflexes and gymnastics to escape!
Weapons: Twin semi-automatic Handguns, Combat Knife, Silenced Pistol and most anything else I find.
Skills: Inventive, resourceful, adaptable, unarmed combat specialist, skilled in languages, fast and agile, silent and can avoid detection if needs be, basic medical training, sharp eyesight and hearing.
What Can You Offer USAF: I can offer my skills as a linguist to communicate and translate with the enemy. I am quick-minded and can stay calm in a crisis and can always find a way to accomplish my mission, not matter what.
I am also adapt at infiltration and ex filtration type missions and know many subtle ways to take out a mark if need be. I am very resourceful and do not need to be babysat to complete a mission, but will happily follow orders without question. I also know how to "clean up".
That aside, I can be very helpful in a melee battle where guns cannot or would not be as effective as incapacitating or killing someone unarmed or with a knife. I am very agile in these battles and make sure my foe has no chance to get an attack in on me or any comrades I may be with.
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: I want to join USAF because I want something useful and productive to do with my time on Furcadia, and to be part of a fighting unit that gets things done.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: 7 at least.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Any Spy, Assassination or Sabotage work would be preferred, but I am adaptable.
Roleplay Sample: *clink...clink...clink* Went the footsteps of the guard as he patrolled the long, narrow, metal grid walkway leading out of the fan room. up and down, up and down for hours on end, he didn't sign up for this.
Fortunate then, that Kris was following him with his exceptional hearing, digging his razor-sharp claws under the walkway and traversing it upside-down, tracing the guard's every step, waiting for just the right moment...then it came!
The grunt only turned around for a second, but it was a second too long. Kris athletically flipped up over the walking, grabbing the guard's shoulders as he did so. Kris span 360 before landing on his feet, throwing his arms out as he did so before casually walking over to the Fan's controls at the end, their gentle whir only momentarily interrupted as they fed on soldier salami, blood serving to slicken the unforgiving blades...
