Alpha/alphess Tryouts!

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the rules

» You must be on at least twice a week, unless you have posted in the departures board
» The character must already be made
» Must be at least 5 years old
» Any personality will do -- make it interesting for us?
» The ending of these tryouts is July 9th
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the form
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[b]Your Name--[/b]
[b]Why Do You Want To Be Alpha/ess?--[/b]

[b]Character's Name--[/b]
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[b]Gender--[/b]
[b]Bio--[/b] [link=LINK HERE]Click[/link]

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[zsar]

Your Name-- Zsar
Why Do You Want To Be Alpha/ess?-- Because I thought that Hectate's history would be really interesting for the role, and offer a lot to the original plot of the site. A fearless, heartless, almost tyrant like dog, with a major soft spot for his young daughter, and only pup. Besides the interesting character plot within the main plot of the pack, I have played multiple alphas on different sites. I also believe that having a tyrannical character like hectate would be a bit outside of the regular “goody-two-shoes, must always be kind, and never have a flaw” alphas that usually pop up in alpha auditions.

Character's Name-- Hectate
Age-- 6.5 ears young
Gender-- male
Bio-- Click

RP Example--

The brute lay placidly in the dark alley, his surroundings making out his outline. His powdery white fur giving the large male a blurred appearance, any who passed this alley would surely think themselves insane for they would see a ghost. Hectate camped out on the black dusty top of an old dumpster, he watched his young daughter, of only a year old play and rough house with the other pups of the pack. She was his treasure, not the pack. His daughter, the only pup to have survived the humans, he guarded her with his life. A snarl was heard, I trailed through the alley, and echoed, rattling the cans. The brute opened one smoldering gold eye, to look at the beast that stood before the alley. ”Hey you! You the alpha ‘roud here?” the Doberman snarled. The Akita mix looked at the brute with both eyes now. ”That I am, what business do you have here stranger?” he questioned not bothering to move from his spot on the dumpster. The pups hid under the dumpster, including his daughter. ”I’ve come to challenge you!” the Doberman growled. The akita mix lowered himself from the dumpster ”Now what would you have to gain from a fight with me? No one is forcing you to attack me are they? We are all here to just survive, are we not?” he cooed in a calm tone.

The Doberman snarled ”Do not toy with me mutt! I have issued you a challenge, will you not fight?” he said as a snide smile began to draw itself across the brute’s maw. ”I will fight you, but it is your own fault if I bring about your death” the akita barked now taking on a cocky tone. He looked to the pups ”Stay where you are, there are adults fighting, and you mustn’t get hurt little ones, you are this pack’s future a glare crossed his eyes as he looked back to the Doberman before him ”And for the sake of that future I cannot allow you to win this challenge he barked confidently. ”I’ll rip that cocky tongue right out of that dammed mouth of yours!” the Doberman said lunging at the akita’s throat. Hectate felt the brute nab a few hairs as he did a quick step back, and snapped at the dog’s shoulders sinking sharp teeth into the muscle. The Doberman bit down on the back of his neck hard enough to make him release his shoulder. He was shaken, and almost tossed about. Hectate kept his footing, and made a go for the Doberman’s throat that was so close and vulnerable. Fangs locked around the brute’s neck, and he used his body weight to shove the Doberman against the dumpster. He rammed it as many times as he needed to get the stubborn brute to release him.

Hectate mustered all his might and tossed the Doberman to the ground, pinning him by the throat. They stared into each other’s eyes, the wound on his neck stained that area crimson, and stung in the cold air, but he wouldn’t ease up on the Doberman. ”Give in, and I shall spare your life. You have lost, and There is no point in continuing this battle.” Hectate growled through his clenched fangs. The Doberman growled low, and through short breaths, he went limp, and Hectate released him. ”You are welcome to join my ranks, through this short fight you have proven you can care for yourself, and are a capable fighter” Hectate growled. The Doberman rose to its feet staggering a bit ”I’d sooner die mutt!” The Doberman snarled. ”So be it, It’s best you leave this land then” Hectate said lowering himself into an attack stance once more. With a snort the Doberman retreated down the streets muttering ”I’ll be back mutt”. Hectate’s tail raised in dominance, and once he was comfortable with the distance the Doberman had taken from the alley, he called the pups out, and comforted his daughter. Another challenge won, another day in his rule.

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[ʍouяgε ♣]

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Why Do You Want To Be Alpha/ess?-- mourge is the embodient of a shining beacon of change. he's young, determined to put down the humans and the sukas. he has moments of mania, yes; blind rage and euphoria from inflicting pain, but he's intelligent for one so young. his mind works in mysterious ways, and he's complex. rather one to solve things by diplomacy usually, in odd instances he simply attacks. i can only see mourge as someone in control, desperate to verify what was a bit of a tumultuous past for him.

Character's Name-- mourge
Age-- five years
Gender-- male
Bio-- click

RP Example--

Beams of warmth touched the edges of the alley, already frigid and darkening with the impending night. Graffiti splayed messages of love and hope, malice and greed. Buildings arched their steel beams into the sky, scraping at the very tips of the atmosphere and causing the once dormant shadows to emerge from their nests to dance and play, casting malignant silhouettes on the worn brick walls and rubble and trash.

The male's powerful stilts held firm, quivering only the barest amount in building anticipation. His head bowed only slightly, peaks caught between arching forward in reckless curiosity and being locked onto the rear of his skull in a clear display of loathing. The indecision made his stomach roil, sickening Mourge to his molten core. Digits scraped the beaten concrete floor beneath, nails scraping the un-Earthy surface in what was now sure antipathy. Pools of melted chocolate froze into chips, narrowing with umbrage toward his foe, who stood haughty and wrongly self-assured and proud. Mourge would destroy him.

The opposing dog, an average sized Rhodesian Ridgeback, sneered with conceit and contempt. The once-loyal beta held nothing but hate for the Belgian who now competed for the Dragga position. His eyes glittered, vainglorious pomp and confidence projecting into the face of his challenger. Words ripped from the gravelly throat of Mourge, lips completely drawn into a warning snarl. "Don't do this, Standford! We used to be friends." Used to be was the key phrase, the beta having turned away from the current leadership and deluded himself into believing it was his reign that was meant to be. Standford's peaks twitched, eager to begin the bloody battle. His lips pulled back over his jowls, teeth sparkling dully in the dim light of the ever-hastening evening. "They know you Mourge. The cool diplomat one moment, the next an uncontrollable insane mess. Who would ever choose you to lead the Moscow pack? You're. Useless." Standford thought the blow was crippling, searing right into the barely beating heart of his foe.

Mania ignited in the endless brown pools of Mourge, growing wide and wild, an almost feral shriek erupting from his jowls. Standford readied himself as Mourge launched, powerful muscles bunching and flowing with adrenaline propelled their owner across what seemed like the vast distance to the heretic, mind clouding with a blood-red fog. Fangs angled right for the traitor's throat. Blood pooled as the moon began to rise. Howls of death echoed and faltered in the dead, cool night. The reaper flew upon swift wings, taking what was rightfully his all along.

With the mania subsiding, Mourge panted heavily, blood staining his maw. Maybe the dead dog was right. Maybe Mourge was insane... but at least he wasn't a filthy traitor.

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[Pyro]

Your Name--Pyro
Why Do You Want To Be Alphess?--She is a strong and respectful dog that loves to lead and teach. She will always do what is better for the pack. If food is scares she is likely to go hungry and drop weight before letting her pack members go hungry. She is pretty fair, and likes to think of both sides of the story before she takes action. She may be a fighter, but she rather talk things out first when it comes to the safety of the pack from throwing their lives away in a fight.

Character's Name-- Luna
Age--Five
Gender--Female
Bio-- Click

[atrb=cellpadding,2,true][bg=#000000][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=width,537,true][atrb=border,0,true] PlottingPreachingThe sight Sturdy white legs moved the muscular body swiftly through the trees. Her black noes twitched as she sniffed carefully searching for her new home. She could see a thick wall of trees drawing nearer and nearer. ‘This place will be perfect for me to start my pack.’ Picking up the pace as she entered the trees, the smell of a far off pond caught in her nose. ‘It even has water here!’Her excited thought echoed in her head as she moved her white paws into a sprint. Trees rushed past as she raced for the water. On and on she ran, her long pink tongue dangled from her mouth as she started to long for a cool drink. Finally the water was insight, pushing her body even faster she bull dozed straight into the water letting the chilly water drench her short spotted pelt. Stopping as the water lapped around the bottom of her shoulders she lowered her head and lapped viciously at the water. After drinking her fill she lifted her nose to the air and inhaled drawing the scents in and separating them in her mind. Deer, mice, toads, squirrels, rabbits, and many other animals greeted her senses, but she was searching for a clearing where she could call a short pack meeting. Her pack was still small, but growing larger every day. Finally the scent of her own people met her large black nose and she turned and run down the scent line. She was now looking for a good place to stop and howl for all that would come to him. Finally her light brown eyes met a large clearing with a large rock in the middle. That will make a great place for me to sit, in case they aren’t too friendly. Striding confidently over to the rock he stood square drawing himself to her full height, through her head back and let out a howl. Her howl was demanding, questioning, and curious all at the same time. Her deep sounded more like a roar than a howl. Letting her howl fade into the wind she jumped nimbly onto the rick and sat facing the south rather than facing one side or the other of the rock. Her eyes wondered over the trees as she waited for her two subjects to arrive. She needed to make sure they knew each other so they wouldn’t start a fight or some nonsense like that. She only thought that might happen because they were two young wolves with larger egos, ‘If they get anymore full of themselves they might explode!’

[/font][/size] she thought teasingly. Her deep laugh rumbled in her chest as she turned her attention to a sound on her right; a young plain black male, about a year old, stepped confidently through the trees and strode over to the rock, her body poster was questionable. “Apollo you shouldn’t stand like that or I will have to show you your place.” Luna sweet yet dominate growl rumbled through the air, and had an amazing effect on the dog male. Her body loosened and her tail and head lowered into a more acceptable height. Luna smiled as the male spoke in a soft tone, “May I ask why you called me here Alpha?”Apollo’s green eyes glanced up at Luna ‘Afraid of being scowled again no doubt’ she thought. Before she could answer the second dog arrived; a large male Great Dane. Luna looked at both males quickly watching their reactions; the hair on the napes of their neck started to standup. Luna took to her paws and leapt gracefully down from her perch and stood between the two. She let her controlling voice take on a soothing tone as she addressed them, “Apollo, Rook we are all pack mates and there is no need to fight. We are now a family and my family does not fight.” As her words sunk in the youngsters’ relaxed, seeing them relax Luna moved from between them. Apollo made the first moved by strode closer and introduced himself. Luna smiled as she realized her pack was finally starting to come together.[/blockquote]
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[Blau]

Your Name-- Blau
Why Do You Want To Be Alpha?-- Saxon is the first of his kind when it comes to his type of character that I chose to create. I usually roleplay a more down to earth, quiet, out of the way sort of character; Saxon is anything BUT that. He thinks rather highly of himself, lusts for control over anything he can get his grubby little paws on, and would rather die than live the life of a subordinate.

Or, at least, he'd like to put it that way; he's a bit over-dramatic at times. Given the chance that someone might overthrow him as alpha, he'd probably be forced to give up the title, but for the time that he'd hold it, he would make damn sure to let every dog know.

Character's Name-- Saxon
Age-- Six
Gender-- Male
Bio-- Click

RP Example--

Once again lost momentarily in thought, he snapped back to attention as the red dog spoke once more. So inquisitive, he thought to himself. Most dogs of his kind were of the fight first and ask questions later sort; this one seemed reasonable enough. Atticus was tired, at any rate, and not in condition to start a fight. The sun was getting lower in the sky, as the low chirps of birds flying to their urban roosts for the oncoming evening could be heard. "You sure ask a lot of questions, don't you... My first human gave me to some guy, don't know where he's at now. Didn't spend much time on the chain myself, not as long as some of the others." He spoke in curt statements, never bothering to elaborate to get his point across. He liked simple answers, although his mind would constantly race in search of what next to say.

Out of nowhere, it had seemed, the stranger was on the ground. Atticus watched him closely, being sure to watch for sudden movements, trying not to make any of his own. Although he was slightly taller, the red dog seemed more athletic than he. His ears slightly lowered on his head in a show of modest discomfort, he raised his tail a little higher, only to be sure that this canine knew he was going to hold his ground. "Where are you from?" he inquired, curious as to how the dog had come to be in this territory as well.

Unsure as to how he should move, he simply sat on his haunches, eyes never leaving the stranger. Perhaps he still belonged to a human? And where there is a human, there is sure to be food. Food, all that his mind could focus on at that moment. He'd only been able to capture a couple of scampering lizards a few hours before, but they were hardly a meal for a dog of his size.

[ADVOKATE | katie]

Your Name-- katie
Why Do You Want To Be Alpha/ess?-- i'm thinkin' it'd be pretty fun due to the amount of possibilities with the site's plot. i've worked my characters up to several high ranks through roleplay before on various sites, so i also believe that i am qualified to take on the responsibility. and that's pretty much it(:

Character's Name-- smile
Age-- five
Gender-- male
Bio-- Click

RP Example--

the violence had subsided but the disturbance hung thicker than smoke in the moscow air. it wasn't just a change in the norm; the entire atmosphere was a whole beat off, catching smile's rhythm. he was losing purpose. those families he had gone to were moving out, in twos and threes by days and weeks, taking with them not only their food and affection, but their children. the upset was leaving him miserable in his lack of objective. with no where to go and no one to kidnap, smile was at a loss.
as the humans moved, the dogs swarmed. many were being left behind, sad stories tied to their tails to clang like cans wherever they go. tensions were beginning to rise as loose territories formed between the tamed and the rogue. one world was falling apart and another was building on a strained ledge. through it smile wandered, dejected, until a few house dogs changed his course.
they had been seeking guidance, needing to be taught how to survive properly now that they had been loosed upon moscow. smile was thankful for direction, and took a paw at education. it opened the door to connections with more ex-pets, as well as giving smile the mirth to willingly reach out to veterans. before long, the boy was well-known with the canines just as he had been the humans.
recognizing the dangers that lay before his new friends, smile attempted another novel position; that of a public speaker.
the streets were clogged with cars, exhaust and misery equally choking the air. by another outbreak of rioting, another stubborn chunk of people were loosening their grip on moscow and giving in to the exiting waves. it was a day that smile found perfect to employ his connections and call for a gathering. beckoning all to the square, to face the fleeing mass and declare a blatant truth. those who trusted smile heeded the request, flooding the square in defiant spectacle to the other species.
smile took his time beginning his hopes, working through the crowd and greeting every recognizable face and then some. post-formalities, the koolie stepped to the middle of his herd and reclined. most of his audience mirrored him, resting their paws, while a few here and there remained standing, their anticipation and energy too much to allow leisure. whatever the posture, it was certain that attention was focused on smile.
"we have an opportunity here, do we not? momentous, blessed, unheard of. this city has been delivered to our very paws. we've ran it's streets, indulged in it's offerings, but like rats," the claim instantly encouraged a round of barks and growls, unappreciative comments whispered. but smile pressed on. his art of articulation was being honed even in this experience, his determination bettering his lack of social know-how. with eloquence he explained that only by organization could the dogs of moscow fully take advantage of their bounty. the dissent was dissolved, salt to water. with the humans leaving, these dogs before him were itching for an enemy. in smile's talk of brotherhood, they had eyes only for each other. those who hadn't attended were doled the wrath. many spoke out to smile, claiming their hatred for the 'sukas,' and that was the battle lost in a won war.
he would agree to allow a division, only long enough for him to subtly encourage peace. there was a far different goal for smile to work toward that had no room for petty disagreements. with an army on his side, who could ever take a child from him?

ooc: that ended up being more like a history thing, sorry. >_< it is a taste of my writing style though, just without the "and smile reacted to lulu by going barkbark" bit ^^; i never know what to do for these.
also i feel that i should note that the whole wanting-a-human-as-a-pet thing wouldn't be forced as a site-wide plot or anything, it was just his main motivation for forming ranks; being a part of the organization will act as a catalyst and give him a new focus of caring for well-being and progress of the moscow dogs.

[RAV]

This is all a very close call... hard to decide and great characters <3
But I think the best and most interesting alpha would be Mourge