[ookami]

((Question Ichijin what type of RP is Aftermath? The name sounds familiar to me.))


-What past RPing experiences have you had prior to TailedFox?
5 or so years where I’ve jumped to different type or themed rp boards. From the Noob-ish one liners, and now over the years to the stupidly long I’ve had time to do during holidays.
I’ve done Animal based (Wolves, Dogs, Small Mammals), Book based (Dragon Riders of Pern, Wheel of Time, Harry Potter, LoTR), Movie based (PoTC), Crime Scene, Medieval and Modern Fantasy list goes on. Anime wise I’ve only done Wolfs Rain, here is my first experience of Naruto based RP.
Current sites include: Dyagra Rapids Weyr, Rules. Of Engagement (im going to join), and the usual Gaia. (If proof is needed of past characters I can supply profiles or links to old sites that are now inactive)

-In what RPs did you participate on TailedFox?
One…The Will of Fire; The Kindled Flame as Akitako Hisoka.

-Why would you like to become a member?
I Like to RP, I think there’s nothing more fun than creating and rp’ing a new character and seeing how he/she turns out. I Like meeting and becoming friends with other Literate Rp’rs!
Plus I find the whole aspect of a Test challenging, and it makes trying to join a site or clan all the more interesting!

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Roleplay example: (sorry i got too much into it...)

The baying of hounds echoed eerily amongst the cloaked shadows of the forest, as their paws drummed a solemn beat. Amongst their ragged calls an imitating cry broke through their ranks, and suddenly all was silent. To those near, the rugged panting and soft growls of the dogs could be heard, but despite the sound no animal could be seen.
Other than that all was silent as the light breeze tickled the tree branches and teased the lake to ripple. Then like wraiths from the shadows the blackened hounds emerged to stand under the glowing cast of dusk.

Amongst their ranks of piercing eyes a crouched form rose slowly to his full height to add his searching gaze to theirs. Like the hounds he was blackened in colour, but his camouflage was merely dark cloth shaped into a robe. Underneath its misleading shadows he wore a simple dark tunic, and trousers tucked into knee high boots. Whilst his waist was graced with a belt and a long dagger, as a blackened bow and quiver crossed his back.

Suddenly white teeth gleamed in a feral grin from the depths of his hood, as he laid a casual hand upon the head of the closest hound. “We were close that time…next time we will achieve our target,” The voice growled before adding a final order. “Release!” At that word the hounds relaxed as one, as some sought to quench their thirst whilst others settled on the dry mud bank.
Meanwhile a gloved hand of the lone figure slowly brushed back the shadowed confines of the hood to reveal a pale face.

Dark lined eyes blinked under the punishing glow of Dusk, as golden-brown iris’s shone brightly. To those at a distance he seemed like a boy amongst normal sized dogs, whilst in truth he was a young and mortal man amongst hounds. But not the normal kind, for they were wild in appearance and looked a close relation to wolves, or maybe…something more sinister?
But in the end whatever the Canids were they looked to him as a leader of the pack as he past through the ranks to settled alone against a tree. Again an order past through his lips in the form of a dark growl, “Stay...” With that last word one could question whether he was speaking in human tongue or that of the hounds. Nevertheless he was only human, and with that last thought his eyes closed as he settled into the cursed darkness of his dreams.

Meanwhile the hounds kept to the confines of his orders and didn’t’t stray from the chosen patch on the bank. Soon they settled by ritual turning and settling upon the ground, sleep soon took over. Nevertheless one hound among them continued to sit proudly with tall ears and a searching gaze as he kept a watchful eye on the sleeping pack.

But despite the lone scout a silent form crossed the depths of the lake as its movements were masked by the ripples at its surface. This offered no sight, scent or sound to the lone hound, as his head turned to study a lone raven. Suddenly a splash from the lake soon followed by a high spray of glistening water brought him and all hounds to their feet as they studied the body of water suspiciously. A rumble of growls tickled their throats whilst hackles pricked tensely. But in the end they were too late as they realised the water show was a distraction as they turned to their leader. This was enough to peal blackened lips off fangs and hackles to flare, as a unknown form crouched down beside the man.

The mans name was Siriam or alpha to the canines, but for now both rested in the balance as he felt the prick of a blade at his throat. The wielder of the weapon was his target, but for now that was immaterial as with a growl he silenced the dogs. Suddenly as all felt silent he felt a sharp pain at his neck and the cool trickle of salty scented blood.

“What did you tell them?!” A tense voice hissed with a twinge of panic.

For him was enough to sense that his targets current unease threatened the current presence of his head being attached to his shoulders. So with a careful breath he spoke, “I only told them to be quiet…calm down.” He said lightly as he licked suddenly dried lips. “If you cut any deeper and kill me you’ll only make your situation worse.” The man managed as the target release some of the pressure with a sudden jolt causing him to grimace briefly in pain.

“Erm you will now let me go or I’ll kill you…” The tense voice added as they shifted into the light.

At this moment Siriam saw his target for the first time as the face of a young girl stared back at him. This discovery surprised him the most, especially when his target (who was definitely her) was said to have murdered several people. And here she can barely hold the blade at my throat…damn it all it must be another cover up for a bloody Lord again. With that his face must’ve set into a dark and foreboding scowl as the blade returned tightly to his neck.

“I…I will kill you!” She squeaked as her arm set into a painful quiver.

With that he attempted to force his head as far back as he could as he quickly spoke. “I wasn’t thinking about you lass. But I…But I know what’s happening and I know where your family is?” He said quickly as he hoped it was the usual story. At his words the blade loosened once more as he heard a soft sob off of his captor.

“You’ve got it all wrong…” She managed between sobs. “I did kill someone and I will again…especially the one who killed my brother.” The girl suddenly hissed.

At those words the man closed his eyes with a sad sigh, as past mistakes hit both his thoughts and memories. Well this must be the end…I owe her that at least. With that he turned to face the hounds with a soft smile, “Go home. You are my brothers now…” The man ordered as he looked into their pleading and tense eyes as a couple of whines broke out of hardened throats.

Suddenly the blade found its place back at his throat, this is how they all stayed awaiting the end…