Sursum Pride Leader Auditions

[shaman.♥]

ONLY LIONS MAY APPLY

Firstly you need to understand that if you do not win, it is nothing personal and you should not let it hurt your feelings. Secondly, leaders are expected to log on at least once every other day, and they are expected to post one every three days at least. Do you feel you can meet these expectations? Great. There are a couple more expectations, however. You must be literate and able to role play pretty well. The site looks up to you. Not only do you lead the members of your pride IC, but if someone is breaking rules OOC don't hesitate to say something to them about it. You may not be staff, but you are extremely important to this site.

Now, moving on to some more things. You will be expected to make ranks for your pride, and keep them updated as people join your pride. You may do this however you see fit. So, think you're capable of all of this? Great! Apply below:

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[b]Activity Level:[/b]
[b]Role Playing Level:[/b]
[b]Link To Character's Bio:[/b]
[b]Role Play Example:[/b]
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[tsuki]

Character Being Used: Lunka
Activity Level: On several times a day, every day
Role Playing Level: I've been around the block a few times; I can spell and my grammar could be so much worse... where that puts me, I haven't the slightest.
Link To Character's Bio: HERE
Role Play Example:
This was his home now. A pile of ashes and ruble, of indiscernible bits and pieces that all reeked of Man. Stone walls crumble, left to decay under the mottled hand of mold and moisture left untreated, glass windows long left shattered on dirt floors, broken by desperation in the fleeting moments of the last to die. A pair of eyes unlike those accustomed to viewing such atrocities, surveyed what was to be had. Calm, unwavering golden pools remained quiet as he looked upon his kingdom. The door had been open, a blessing or curse he couldn't yet tell. The scent of death was strongest here, the most human and the most...not. He of course, would never know the scent of sterility trying to mask the sickness. He did however, recognize the scent of agony and hopelessness as it bled from porous walls. That was something he knew well... All of this, and he had only just stepped inside. He had chosen this building to enter because of sheer size. There had been other accommodations available; those made of something less touched by human hands, more natural...but the scents had been weaker there, and they had all been meager in size compared to this. If asked, he couldn't say why it mattered, not yet. He didn't know what to make of the rubbish, only what emotions seeped slowly from the debris, and it mirrored his own so precisely he only wanted more. Like an alcoholic drinking away their sorrows, he only wished to immerse himself more fully.
Fearless, but airing nonetheless on the side of caution should he not be alone, he stepped farther into the shadows, aided only by the distorted rays of sunlight reflected off of equally shattered glass. Adjusting to the darkness, he acquainted himself to the maze of corridors and empty rooms -- not all of them open --until he had familiarized himself with the basics of three unique levels. Stairs were a thing he was used to, but the beds, he had taken quite a bit of time trying to figure out. The final verdict: a valuable commodity that seemed to be abundant if somewhat complicated for the graceless until one had some idea of how to go about their usage. Of course, in the end, he'd really only pulled the mattress from the plastic and metal framings, already falling apart, to lay haphazardly on the floor. Then, it had all worked quite well.
The first floor offered the most open spaces, ample room to hide and rest, run and play or simply to expand. The second floor held rooms and he had caught the a hint of oils and spice -- food of some sort, though requiring further exploration.
He had not dwelled upon the third floor for very long. Death was king there, over a kingdom of corpses that Lunka himself had no desire to reign over. He had not dared to look farther past his nose -- he was a lion, not a vulture and would not eat of the sick. Slowly, taking note of the waning sunlight as he passed a small hole in the wall, he made his way back from whence he'd come. It seemed a fitting place, all in all, for the macabre mood that had struck him since setting off alone. Surrounded by death, but living on in spite of it, that's what this forsaken place allowed him to do, and do he would. Here, he would regroup, rally up the numbers of those whose lives had been torn asunder by those striped fiends. In a place unfit for the living and unnecessary for the dead, he would have his own.

[shaman.♥]

THIS WILL LAST FOR TWO MORE DAYS. IF ANYONE ELSE IS INTERESTED, POST. WE NEED LEADERS.

[Stella]

Its 5 to 7pm and id say tsuki has own!

[shaman.♥]

yep <3 tsuki, please make ranks and a joining form

[tsuki]

oo, yay! *happy dance* right on it Boss!