Post by Mika Star App on Mar 5, 2009 19:36:08 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Mika Star
Gender: Female
Age: Apparent: 22-25 Actual: 1
Marital Status: Taken
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
Dressed in an orange jumpsuit, with a zipper in front, stopping to about her stomach area. The zipper went all the way up to her neck, but she kept it open slightly, so the collar could fold down. Upon her left breast is the serial code "A-372-LO7J-QQ3," written in black. Her feet were covered finally, by black steel toe work boots. A utility belt around her waist, multiple tools on it, or tucked between the belt and herself, and one of those tools was a large pipe wrench. She wore a orange hard hat on, tilted back as to where the brim would be aligned with her hairline. Around her neck was a silver thread necklace, designed to look like lace. In the middle of the necklace was a crystal, in the shape of a teardrop. Twin fox tails sway behind her, a set of foxen ears to match. A rifle sheathe was strapped to her back, the butt of the rifle was seen by her right hip. On the utility belt she wears, was a canteen pouch filled with boxes of ammunition for her rifle.
Weapons: Pipe Wrench, 24 inch Crescent Wrench, (and the top one) www.craftsmanshipmuseum.com/images/Kucer3rifles.jpg The rifle has been worked on, modified, etc. though it still looks original.
Skills: Disguising Self
What Can You Offer USAF: Moral and lighten up a gloomy room with hyperactive fun. :3
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Because I want to serve to protect, whatever needs protecting.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: I can be on every Wednesday-Sunday.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Spy. (NO SPY CHECKS! I MEAN IT! D<)
Role play Sample: Mika Star walks down the docking bay, fixing herself up and makes sure she's clean, and presentable. She nods in satisfactory and silently makes her way to.. wherever she has to go. When she gets there, she pauses, looking about.. ... 'Well, what now?' she asks herself, waiting for someone to get to her or something. When someone had gotten to her, greeted her, she asked, "Erm, excuse.. I'm a friend of Ariana's?.... I was hoping If I... could..." her voice trails off, knowing how stupid she sounded as of now, ears drooping down to emphasize her emotion.
Gender: Female
Age: Apparent: 22-25 Actual: 1
Marital Status: Taken
Description (copy word for word your character's desc):
Dressed in an orange jumpsuit, with a zipper in front, stopping to about her stomach area. The zipper went all the way up to her neck, but she kept it open slightly, so the collar could fold down. Upon her left breast is the serial code "A-372-LO7J-QQ3," written in black. Her feet were covered finally, by black steel toe work boots. A utility belt around her waist, multiple tools on it, or tucked between the belt and herself, and one of those tools was a large pipe wrench. She wore a orange hard hat on, tilted back as to where the brim would be aligned with her hairline. Around her neck was a silver thread necklace, designed to look like lace. In the middle of the necklace was a crystal, in the shape of a teardrop. Twin fox tails sway behind her, a set of foxen ears to match. A rifle sheathe was strapped to her back, the butt of the rifle was seen by her right hip. On the utility belt she wears, was a canteen pouch filled with boxes of ammunition for her rifle.
Weapons: Pipe Wrench, 24 inch Crescent Wrench, (and the top one) www.craftsmanshipmuseum.com/images/Kucer3rifles.jpg The rifle has been worked on, modified, etc. though it still looks original.
Skills: Disguising Self
What Can You Offer USAF: Moral and lighten up a gloomy room with hyperactive fun. :3
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: Because I want to serve to protect, whatever needs protecting.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: I can be on every Wednesday-Sunday.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): Spy. (NO SPY CHECKS! I MEAN IT! D<)
Role play Sample: Mika Star walks down the docking bay, fixing herself up and makes sure she's clean, and presentable. She nods in satisfactory and silently makes her way to.. wherever she has to go. When she gets there, she pauses, looking about.. ... 'Well, what now?' she asks herself, waiting for someone to get to her or something. When someone had gotten to her, greeted her, she asked, "Erm, excuse.. I'm a friend of Ariana's?.... I was hoping If I... could..." her voice trails off, knowing how stupid she sounded as of now, ears drooping down to emphasize her emotion.
