Pariter Clan Leader Auditions

[shaman.♥]

BOTH LIONS AND TIGERS CAN 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 clan 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 clan, and keep them updated as people join your clan. 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]Link To Character's Bio:[/b]
[b]Role Play Example:[/b]
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[ozz]

Character Being Used: Ivan
Activity Level: Pretty high.
Role Playing Level: Oh gosh, at least semi-lit.
Link To Character's Bio: Ivan
Role Play Example: Twilight was quickly gaining ground on the old day, touching and turning it's victims shades darker than what they were, except for the tiny lasting snow here and there, in the shade of trees. The wind was quiet, if there at all, barely swaying the leaves and grass of the world. The grass was tall enough to touch Ivan's chest, which in a way soothed him, should he need to hide. He was numb, and for the moment, perhaps that was a solid blessing. Perhaps. His steps were measured, and his yellow eyes seemed to expand in the growing darkness. He could scent nothing of enemies, other than the ones that were long gone. The grass, was depressed, on the other side of the small clearing, and that's the direction his trajectory was sending him on. The tip of his tail flicked now and then, and after a moment he started forward again, without and any real recognition of having ever stopped in the first place.

By time he reached his rather remorseful destination, he could start to feel again, and not in the tradition sense. The snow around the still body was red, and paw prints marred the ground as well. Stepping slowly, he could feel something well up in his chest, sorrow, remorse, and guilt. His brother's eyes, a green yellow stared blankly out the last rays of sun that touched the world that last day. Gently, whiskers flexing away from the cold and stiff body as he sniffed delicately at the last of his kin. 'Isal.' The thought was slow and pained, even in his own mind. Yellow eyes closed briefly, before opening, and the pain was sliding out of sun colored eyes. Determination slowly appeared. A resolve, that would grow with time.

It wasn't until a few flakes from the sky started to fall, only to land on his thick orange and black fur, that he moved from his silent vigil. The first stars were appearing, barely seen in still barely illuminated sky. He'd seen a few members of the Tribe come to the edge of the clearing, before leaving shortly. A snort burst from powerful lungs. Anger gripped him, and saber claws tore into the partially frozen ground. They fought to live, for their right to live, for those that encouraged to them. What fools they all were, what hypocrites. To get a tiger to fight, you must give him an enemy, a goal. Show him the truth, and you'll crush his desire. Consider him crushed.

When he left the body that night, Isal was long gone from the rigid husk that lie torn and broken on the ground, he left his blindness there as well. He could see all too well where these fights would lead everyone. Death, pure and simple. The last oblivion, for all involved. A low growl rolled through his body, though it was not voiced, not when he was doing what he was. Ivan's eyes were widened, catching the slim moonlight that graced their home. His ex-home. He had heard the rumors, they all had, about the traitors. He had also heard the punishment for joining them. Death. It really was a lose-lose situation. The night deepened, and he planned on being long gone by dawn. He wouldn't be stopped, it was considered rude to bespeak the mourning, and that would make it all the simpler to get out of the mad house, to take a good long look at what he was doing with his life.

Those, who would not fight, or were tired of it. They deserved their haven, they deserved to rest in piece. He would find them and when he did, he would happily watch their lives as if they were his own. His own kind were clearly the first half of this violent problem, while the lions were the second. Those that chose neither sides, were targets do to no choice of their own. The poor fools. You cannot survive the world neutral, the opposing sides would crush you between. No, if they wouldn't try and deter those seeking revenge and punishment, he would, gladly. Everyone has their happy place, sometimes though, it wasn't in you imagination.

[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 Ozz has own!

[shaman.♥]

yep. ozz please make ranks and joining form and stuff <3