Audition for Jabez's Mate

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AUDITIONS FOR JABEZ’S MATE

For some of you this may make perfect sense and others your like “huh, auditions for a mate for your wolf?” Well, this is the only time you’ll see me do this. Jabez is my super evil wolf and I’ve never even thought of him having a mate in all the years that I’ve roleplayed him. I always kind of thought of him as asexual (meaning he has no sexual desire. Not interested in any gender really) but I suppose it would be interesting to have him have a mate, some who he actually cares about (somewhat) so okay here is the guidelines.


1. Must be able to post at least 2 good size posts each time. I have a lot of muse when it comes to Jabez, so I want a literate person playing his mate
2. EVIL characters. No good characters that wish to change, Jabez. You can’t. She can have some goodness in her and be more toward the neutral side (kind of like Jabez’s personality)
3. Don’t expect it to be a ‘lovey dovey’ relationship. Jabez isn’t one to admit his feelings, so it’d be a while for him to take on a mate and admit that he actually cares for her (hmm it’d be super rare for him to admit he loves someone)
4. NO WHIMPY wolves. Or a wolf that just doesn’t care at all (she needs to care somewhat about Jabez otherwise their relationship will never work lol)
5. if you want to make it were she secretly loved Jabez, then that is fine ;3 so long as if she is not too open about her feelings.

Okay here is some guidelines on the female. For the most part you have room to be creative with her, but here are some things you have to put down.

Race; Ryazarous [she is a full blood one]
History: She ruled beside Jabez in the dark ages when they were trying to rule the world and defeat Trapper and his enemies. She and Jabez cared for each other, somewhat (barley) but they did not openly admit it nor did they spend too much time with each other. They NEVER did anything with each other (poor Jabez is still a virgin –cough- anyway…) and they split up after the war ended and Jabez ‘died’ though it’s mostly because she believed him to be dead.

Okay the history can be altered slightly, obviously you don’t have to say it just like that, so long as you get down the main point.

Okay here is the form for you till out ;3

Name of female:
Average word count for your posts:
Activity level:
Her personality: [you can just give a preview of it, doesn’t have to be super long here or super short. Just enough to know what kind her personality she will have]
RP sample [USING HER. At least a good size paragraph, but the more the better]


Please do not be upset if I do not choose your wolf <3

Jabez is awesome. Anyone would be lucky to be his mate. I’m not saying that to be conceited though xD but he is an awesome wolf who needs some lovin xD lol

Anyway this will end whenever I get a few applications and then I will choose which one will be the best =D

NOTE: those who replied and did not get it, may be able to play their pups in the future ;3

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Name of female: Praxis Deadsky

Average word count for your posts: 400+/-
Activity level: Active
Her personality:

Speaking of gloom and the darkness of tombs, Praxis is literally(Not really, just trying to make a dramatic point) a plague. Wolves don’t call her a spook for nothing. She’s somber and serious most of the time, but she has her moments when she gets angry/bitter/etc. She’s so quiet that most of the time the only way she’s heard is by the bells and thin chains that are draped over her. She’s wise, but never gives advice unless she feels like it. She dislikes both good and light and sticks to the darkness of the starry night. She never cares about what anyone says about her because in the end it never really matters. Only every once in a while does someone say something that really puts a thorn in her side and when they do, she insults them with a very cool and collected attitude. Trying to get her to admit something is like trying to mix oil and water together- it just doesn’t work. So if you try and get her to say she’s not so pretty or awesome after all, then she’ll most likely reply with something close to scorn. Putting her in close proximity to some goody-four-paws would probably either drive her away or cause her to be silent because she wants nothing to do with her version of slime. Most other wolves are like dust to her- over breeding, disgusting little specks of dirt that really didn’t deserve to live. In her mind, the Ryazarous are the only ones that should live because normal wolves remind her of a plague.

RP sample:

Praxis
The dead are my doing;;

The moon reflected on the water like a giant eye watching all life on Nozomi from its peak in the sky. The stars gleamed like thousands of little fires stuck in the sky and night bugs skidded across the water leaving tiny trails of ripples behind them on the glassy surface. The fish and most wolves were still this time of night, so there were no splashes or unnecessary noise to be heard. Midnight was Praxis’ favorite time of night because of the blanket of silence that smothered everything. The only creatures out were the natural creatures of the night that did their best to avoid any predators that might think they were tasty little morsels. Now the only things left was her, the nearly still water, and the tall silent trees. That was the way that she preferred things to be. She was alone in the world and almost without a single care that could distract her from the thoughts that plagued her mind like a bunch of rabid rats. The world was at a dead standstill with the whole universe revolving around it, and more importantly, her and her kind. They were the ones the Gods had created to be immortal and powerful, so they must hold a great place in the universe that could be occupied by no other before, after, or during.

Praxis dipped her paw in the icy water and made slow circles, watching as the ripples expanded across the mirror-like surface of the lake. Her dim blue eyes reflected on the surface like two alienated spirits glowing in the darkness. The slight illumination from her eyes and the moon was just enough to show a tall black figure that was cloaked in long fur that was dark as night and silvery at the end of each strand. The dark wasn’t perfect that night because of the great eye in the sky, but it didn’t matter. Any darkness was better than the bright, burning light of the sun in the day. When the sun emerged she would be gone from that place with little evidence that she had actually been there and would be in the deep sleep of a creature that ventured out only in the time of silence. The light was like her bane, the thing that kept her in her burrow when other wolves were about(you have to understand that daylight doesn’t hurt her. She just doesn’t like it. C:) besides the fact that she wanted to be left alone for the most part. Praxis never minded when just a few wolves were around as long as they kept their distance and didn’t bother her.

Praxis swung her tail to rest across her large hind paws, causing chains to clack against one another noisily. Besides, the night air was somehow more refreshing than the hot air at noontime or in the evening. She was beginning to get uncomfortable sitting in the same place for so long, so Praxis rose with the practice of someone used to getting what they wanted. She shook out her fur, which quivered up and then down along her spine. Long decaying feathers stuck up from her fur in some places like the fingers of death themselves. Plague. It was the first thing that popped into the minds of other wolves when she was around. They feared the ancient scent of death that floated around her that attacked their nose when she shifted. It was like they knew that if she really, really felt like it and hated someone enough to inflict a curse on them that would probably kill her, then something ancient and as terrifying as death would haunt them to the ends of the world. Death. Plague. Very few ever survived it, and most were smart enough to stay away from something that could cause it. Or in Praxis’ case, it was a someone that could cause it. She never afflicted anymore because of the risks she hadn’t realized there would be for herself.

Praxis allowed the instinct to move take over and her paws began to move over the ground of their own accord, taking her through the trees and around the perimeter of the lake. Silvery bells wrapped in tight strings around her hind legs jangled mournful peals that seemed to echo and chains draped over her tail clanked noisily. Those were the only really loud sounds that she didn’t really mind interrupting the tangled web of thoughts in her mind. She sometimes enjoyed listening to them interrupt her silence because of the interruption and new train of thought it provided. It was often the only time that Praxis’ mind was completely blank like a slate wiped clean of chalk dust. Nothing could bother her at that moment. Unless, of course, something decided to interrupt her. If they did, they would probably get a very intense glare before she departed the opposite way they had come. She was not polite, nor was she well-mannered or inclined to practice good etiquette. Especially since the garbage that stumbled across her path were the dirt under her paws and hardly worth her time or patience. The normal wolves were always doing something stupid. Sometimes they tested themselves to see how brave they were, either walking ignorantly into her sight or cowering somewhere where they thought they were hidden.

The chain around her neck was hung with diseased-looking eye teeth from many different animals including some from wolves and humans. The one other detrimental blob of mud she detested as much as canis lupus familiaris was the species of humans. They were like rabbits, producing new babies every second of the day. That was part of the reason she had left human-populated areas for the island of Nozomi. It was at least devoid of one of the lesser species that she hated so very much. Praxis finally slowed to a gentle walk, sniffing things along the way out of habit rather than real interest. The noise of the bells had ceased to soothe all of her thoughts, but at least it had stopped a few for a while. The boughs of branches swayed against the slight influence of a light night-cold summer breeze that cooled the nightly predators that feasted on the creatures that dared to venture out of their burrow into the deep darkness. The night creatures were swift, silent, clever, and deadly hunters. She paused to scratch an itch she had just behind her ear with her hind leg, somehow managing to acrobatically stand on only three of her legs. Such a feat wasn’t normally manageable to such a very large creature.

Praxis was about to move on when a noise caught her attention. Her keen ears pricked high, straining to catch the sound again. She never ignored any possible threat(although there really weren’t many), so she stood silently and waited to see if there was any other sound or if it had just been an animal passing on by. Every bone in her body was alert for the source of the sound that she had heard. For a while there was nothing at all but the wind in the trees. She was about to shrug it off as a stray raccoon or something when she heard another twig snap like a gunshot. She twisted around and listened, ears tilting towards the sound. Who the fuck wanted to bother her? Praxis narrowed her eyes to thin slits, glaring at the spot that she had heard the disturbance. There was a wolf there, she could almost feel the slime mucking around nearby. Well, she was just going to have to scare them away. The fur all along her spine shivered up on end and she pulled her lips back over her long white teeth. Whoever they were, they had to learn that she wasn’t social and she didn’t accept proffered company with grace. One long growl escaped her maw, wrapping up her scare tactic.

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