Post by JTR on Mar 12, 2009 0:08:37 GMT -5
Below, you will notice that I have posted my App. Please read it. 
Furcadia Name: Jack T. Russell
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Marital Status: Not/never was married
Description (copy word for word your character's desc): A shirtless jack russell terrier that stood tall and proud, quietly smoking his cigarette. His body was lined with dense white fur, with occasional tawny markings and spots. Pants were a shining black, matched with old brown boots. A glistening silver chain hung from his back pocket to the pocket at his side. On the back of his neck, was a small symbol: ቘ. The main weapon the canine carried is an HK MP5 sub-machine gun, always in the assault position. A Barrett M82A1 was kept on his back in a brown case. {<i>New</i> } {Light RolePlayer} {Friends: None } {Record breaking, history making} {There is only one . }
Weapons: HK MP5 Sub-Machine Gun, Barrett M82A1
Skills: Tactical Defense, Computer Tech, Stripping. (Mhm, males can strip too. And trust me, I can strip
) No I'm not gay.
What Can You Offer USAF: Lots of fun?
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: I have lots in common with the members.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: 7 Days a week.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): I dont care
Roleplay Sample: The terrier clipped his communicator onto his ear, tapping the micro-microphone with his finger to test it. Pulling his sub-machine gun back into position, he'd retreat from behind the large boxes and head to his point of interest. "One just ran back into the warehouse." was calmly spoken into the mic, as Jack caught sight of an urabian man dashing into the main entrance to the warehouse. Jack pushed open a large metal door with his shoulder, startled to meet one of his allies. He'd gesture him to follow before running off towards the docks. Currently, the two were in the center of a circular building. No roof above, no way out. Russell found his spot of interest and kneeled behind more packed boxes. The brown case was swung around his shoulder to the front and was unzipped, to reveal a shining Barrett rifle. Tossing the case aside, he'd set up the stand to the rifle atop the boxes, seeking out any live enemies. After killing a few that were on the run, he'd call in for a helicopter. As it arrived, it dropped off a team of ten men. Replacing them in the helicopter would be Jack and his ally, Ted.
Furcadia Name: Jack T. Russell
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Marital Status: Not/never was married
Description (copy word for word your character's desc): A shirtless jack russell terrier that stood tall and proud, quietly smoking his cigarette. His body was lined with dense white fur, with occasional tawny markings and spots. Pants were a shining black, matched with old brown boots. A glistening silver chain hung from his back pocket to the pocket at his side. On the back of his neck, was a small symbol: ቘ. The main weapon the canine carried is an HK MP5 sub-machine gun, always in the assault position. A Barrett M82A1 was kept on his back in a brown case. {<i>New</i> } {Light RolePlayer} {Friends: None } {Record breaking, history making} {There is only one . }
Weapons: HK MP5 Sub-Machine Gun, Barrett M82A1
Skills: Tactical Defense, Computer Tech, Stripping. (Mhm, males can strip too. And trust me, I can strip
) No I'm not gay.What Can You Offer USAF: Lots of fun?
Why Do You Want To Join USAF: I have lots in common with the members.
How Many Times A Week Are You On: 7 Days a week.
What Area Would You Want To Be In (Medical, Spec. Ops. General, etc): I dont care
Roleplay Sample: The terrier clipped his communicator onto his ear, tapping the micro-microphone with his finger to test it. Pulling his sub-machine gun back into position, he'd retreat from behind the large boxes and head to his point of interest. "One just ran back into the warehouse." was calmly spoken into the mic, as Jack caught sight of an urabian man dashing into the main entrance to the warehouse. Jack pushed open a large metal door with his shoulder, startled to meet one of his allies. He'd gesture him to follow before running off towards the docks. Currently, the two were in the center of a circular building. No roof above, no way out. Russell found his spot of interest and kneeled behind more packed boxes. The brown case was swung around his shoulder to the front and was unzipped, to reveal a shining Barrett rifle. Tossing the case aside, he'd set up the stand to the rifle atop the boxes, seeking out any live enemies. After killing a few that were on the run, he'd call in for a helicopter. As it arrived, it dropped off a team of ten men. Replacing them in the helicopter would be Jack and his ally, Ted.