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Post by ♥Picasso on Mar 27, 2011 14:32:48 GMT
So we're in need of a new person to roleplay Streiter (: This will only be temporary, as we plan to kill him off soon enough with Florence's cubs. Hopefully, the longest you'll only have him if one IC year, but that could change.
So, because of this short time of having him, you will be able to have Streiter for free! How awesome, a big cat for free!
You will need to fill out the form below, so we can know who to choose to be the next Leader of the Lexis Tribe. Remember, we need someone who is very active and who doesn't go running off without much of a warning (;
Could this be you?! Well, fill out the form below.
Name:
Why you should get Streiter:
How active are you?
Any changes you'd make to Streiter?: Changes are allowed once you adopt him, however only minor.
Roleplay extract of Streiter: This needs to be at least two hundred and fifty words long. You will be given a situation below.
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Why you should get Streiter:[/b]
[b]How active are you?[/b]
[b]Any changes you'd make to Streiter?:[/b]
[b]Roleplay extract of Streiter:[/b]
For the roleplay extract, your situation is to roleplay Streiter with an intruding Iris member that has walked straight into his Tribelands. It is recommended that you mostly roleplay Streiter's side instead of the NPC's, however you can add dialogue from the intruder.
Also, Streiter's bio can be found here!
Please reply here (or PM me if you prefer) with your forms completed. Auditions will be open until Thursday, giving you four days to post!
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Post by fala on Mar 27, 2011 15:19:04 GMT
Name: Rookie (was Fala)
Why you should get Streiter: I try to be active as much as I can, I love lions, and the plot of the cubs killing him sounds so...fun to play as. XD
How active are you? I try to come on every day!
Any changes you'd make to Streiter?: No, probably not.
Roleplay extract of Streiter: Streiter lumbered along, a big golden brown blur checking out the Lexis Tribe's territory. It was a clear night, stars hanging peacefully in the deep indigo sky. So far, the coast was all clear. No intruders, no suspicious activity...
Suddenly, the lion noticed a thin shadow charging almost directly his way. It came from the direction of the city's alleyways. As it moved closer...closer, right into his Tribelands; the sharp tang of Iris Pride scent sliced through his nostrils. Letting out a deafening roar, the giant feline raised up on his hindquarters and coldly stared down the intruder with sharp golden eyes, claws and fangs extended into the open. An old type of pain fueled his sudden rage, visions of a liason with a diabolical lioness dancing in his head."Well, what are you doing here, idiot?" he snapped at the Iris Pride member. "You're awfully brave to just be barging in here like this. Hasn't Florence done enough trouble anyway?" Hopefully this dimwit wouldn't suspect what he was talking about...
No, thankfully he didn't. This intruder, a domestic cat that Streiter could've easily crushed with one paw, let out an eccentric chuckle and bared his tiny teeth. "What's the matter, big oaf?" he sneered, a not so bright slur in his accent. "Thorns in your fur? Relax. I'm just passing by."
Letting out another angry roar, Streiter completely blocked the cat and towered over him. "Not if I can help it!" He wouldn't fight this fool, but there was no way he was letting him off the hook. Territories were territories, and boundaries had to be respected.
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Post by MudBug on Mar 31, 2011 13:05:11 GMT
Name: MudBug
Why you should get Streiter: I think maybe I could spice him up a bit? But that's all a matter of opinion anyhow..
How active are you? About as active as humanly possible.
Any changes you'd make to Streiter?: I would say that while he likes young ones, he's particularly hard on them, as he sees them as the very core of the future. Also, he's patient, but not when he's patronized to. He doesn't like people to take advantage of his "gentle giant" persona.
Roleplay extract of Streiter:
Streiter does
Streiter thinks
"Streiter talks"
"Others talk"
Streiter's ear twitched, rythmically, to the sounds he heard in the distance. A myriad of hissed commands for silence, and a continuous, loud defiance of the commands. "Shutup you pest! The guard on the left, a burely male lynx, shouted, clearly annoyed by having to restrain an Iris tomcat in the dead of night. Streiter couldn't deny, this was not his idea of a pleasant evening either. "Why don't you make me, dog lover?", the other feline retorted. The second guard, a particularly lanky black labrador, simply scoffed and rolled his eyes, clearly having to concentrate, to keep from smiling at his and his comrade's catch. They were nearly upon Streiter now, he could see their faces, and scrutinized that of the intruder. This cat was nothing special, and not familiar in the slightest. Streiter wondered what he was even doing on Lexis lands. He didn't appear to be the type that Florence would send on a spying mission, she had her favorites for that.
Thoughts of Florence's affections sent twinges of pain through Streiter, as he remembered their past...relationship. Streiter scoffed, almost for his own benefit. Relationship, sure Streiter, just tell yourself that. The thought was tinged with bitterness, but the good natured lion respected the humor of it. His noble self had been anything but noble in his dealings with the Iris leader, and even though he was certain he would greatly regret it someday, he couldn't help but laugh at the way basic instinct had played him just a much the fool as any other male.
With the guards and their captive finally upon him, Streiter slowly rose to his stand, placing his large paws evenly apart. It was his usual stance, nothing particularly showy about it, other than the fact that he was...a lion. The guards dropped their captive, now clearly some sort of blue shorthair, at Streiter's feet, with a thud. Streiter briefly glared at the lynx guard, letting him know how he disapproved of the poor treatment of the captive. He may be Iris, and up to no good, and causing trouble at the most inopportune time, but that was no reason to treat him like dirt, not in Streiter's forgiving eyes anyway.
The shorthair gave the guard their fair share of his very best death stare, before turning sharp stoney gray eyes on Streiter. The tone of his stare carried into his, nearly inaudibly, low speech, "If it isn't the great king himself, lucky enough, and stupid enough, to father Florence's beasties." Streiter instinctively shot a blank glance at the tomcat, and could swear he saw a smirk at the corner of his mouth, but quickly reasserted his indifferent gaze back to the guards. "Good job, brothers, I believe I have it in hand now. Resume your posts," and he ended with a deep nod. The guards returned his nod, both with a clear, "Yes, Sir.", before taking a last look at the questionable Iris and turning their backs, to set off to their previous duties. The shorthair hissed at their retreating backs, which earned him a swift flick in the face with the furred tip of Streiter's tail.
He brought his eye's back down to the shorthair, who now fussed with his face, and sneezed a good few times. He gave the feline a once over, and tried to judge what he might be here for. The feline seemed on edge, but not particularly afraid, He must not have done anything very harmful then, thought Streiter. Anyone who had come and successfully caused Lexis trouble, would be more than terrified to sit a breath away from Streiter's own paw. Unless, of course, they were insane. Streiter was about to laugh, until he realized the very likeliness of Florence finding a quite insane feline for a job, and then he almost wanted to laugh even stronger. He still wasn't sure if the fact that Florence, being out of her mind as she was, always seemed to surround her self with the most unstable of accomplices, was poetic, ridiculous, ironic, frightening, downright hilarious, or all of the above.
He shook his head at his own musings about the Iris Pride, and muttered something that was more for himself than the cat before him. "Oh, you Irises. So simple of mind, but so strong of will. Not a good combination, you know. Now, before you berate me with insults to my intelligence, Tribe, choice of companions, or whatever else you think of me to be mock worthy, tell me why you're sneaking around my lands at these strange hours." His face was all serious now, his head powerful head, and all of it's attention demanding presence, looming directly above the shorthair. "Of course, here, just let me tell you exactely why I'm here, who sent me, what for, oh and would you like a map to the heart of Iris, while I'm at it?" The feline's words were spoken with a cold seriousness, which alsto resonated with sarcasm. It seemed typical of an Iris, even taking their humor too seriously. Streiter let his mouth fall open in a clear, teeth baring gesture. Of course, it was just a tad overdramatic, but he hoped the ridiculous showmanship would get his point across. He did not feel the need to prove himself to this cat. "Humorous procrastination will do nothing for you. I'm rather patient, in case you didn't know." Streiter wasn't bluffing. He had all the time in the world to get his answers from this cat.
The shorthair's demeanor suddenly changed, dramatically, and too quickly. First he glanced around, clearly paranoid, before turning his pleading eyes, to stare straight into Streiter's own. His voice shook, in just the right places, and his eyes repeatedly swept the area. Despite the fact that the tomcat was, for all intents and appearances, pleading, he kept his back straight and his stance firm, as he spoke, "Ok, ok, I'll be honest as a saint. Streiter, sir, I've gone awol. It's not something I'm proud of, be it Iris Pride, or not, but I'm leaving them, and I want, no, I need Lexis to be my safe haven. I don't like to ask so much of others, but you would be...saving my life, if only you could find it in your heart to care for me.", and there it was, the nail in the coffin. Through the entire plea, Streiter waited for a tell, a sign, that this cat was being anything other than honest. He was a good liar, and excellent one, but he got carry away with his own prowess, just at the end. Shame, Streiter thought bitterly, he almost had me, almost.
Streiter's tone was dripping so heavily with sarcasm, he could feel it on his tongue. "I'm sorry for your strife, dear kitty, perhaps I could play you a melancholic tune on a violin, to set the mood for another onslaught of ridiculous tripe?" With that, Streiter's eyes turned to ice, as a thunderous rumble echoed in his chest, and his teeth barred in all their true, horrifying glory. Streiter brought a large paw up to meet the feline's side, far too quickly for the tomcat to have ever had hope of avoiding it, and sent him tumbling, a minimum of two feet into the dirt to his right. Streiter had to take only half a stride before loomed, once more, over the rolling ball of dust and fur. A series of coughs, wheezes, gasps, and groans came from the Iris, as he tried to right himself, and perhaps regather the shards of his dignity, now scattered along the ground. Streiter made no real checks to contain himself. This cat was a coward, and scaring him senseless would most likely be the quickest route to the information he held. "What do you take me for, a fool? I've got grave news for you, Iris," and he spit the word as if it were poison, "Somehow, even with all this big galootish fur and weight about me, I still manage to keep a faily decent IQ. Of course, with said size at play, I might just not need my brains, do I? Now, you are going to tell me what I want to know, RIGHT. NOW."
He raised his paw again, as if he was about to step on the tomcat and crush the life from him. He let it dropped, fast, aimed for the small feline's skull, with every intention of putting a dent in the ground just inches from it's face. None of that was necessary, however, seeing as the Iris had been spewing his excuses as soon as that second "now" had left Streiter's lips. "Alright, alright! I wasn't doing anything for Florence, or Iris at all, well I was, but I wasn't. I wanted some dirt, something useful, something to bring back to Florence and see if I could manage to have her owe me a favor. I was just spying, for any random information. I found a weak spot in your borders, a guard, a shepherd of some kind, eh, I don't know, I can't tell those mutts apart, he was big though, and slow as a brick, physically and mentally. So, if you replace him, you don't have to kill me. I'll have nothing but bad information for Florence now, and the stink of Lexis on my tail. I'd be stupid to let a soul know about this."
Streiter let his paw come down, still landing inches from the tomcat's face, and pulled it away with a huff. This, this was the truth, he was sure of it. Why else throw a big chunk of unnecessary logic on the end? Not to mention, there was a clear trail of humiliation and bitterness ni his tone, through the entire last half of the speech. Streiter wanted to smile, though he couldn't, but then, he changed his mind. He smiled a wide, menacing smile, as he looked at the utterly defeated Iris feline. "I'm so glad that you decided to cooperate, friend. Now, get off of my Tribe's lands, before we're no longer friends." With that, he turned to face the direction from which the feline and his Lexis guards had come, clearly gesturing for the tomcat's departure. The Iris cat complied, without a word, and darted into the distance, most likely to never be seen on Lexis lands again.
Streiter sighed with relief, for multiple reasons. The primary reason being, he did not have to deal with a serious threat, atleast not another one, the second being, it was moderately reassuring to know that not all Irises were daftly loyal to their leader, and could be easily coerced. Now, for the current small problem of his useless guard, which obviously must be dealt with. He let out a roar, nothing spectacular, just enough to let his brothers know that they were being summoned. One by one, and just a few in twos, they filed into a wide semi-circle of protection. Streiter gave them all long, hard stares, trying to pinpoint the weak link. Only a couple fit the tomcat's description, and one in particular looked rather drained. His head was held just as high as the others, but he swayed a bit, and his eyes drooped, just a small amount.
Streiter called the dog to approach, and gave the others a huff and a nod in the direction from which they had come. As the others retreated, the summoned canine's face grew wary. The dog, Streiter believed his name to be Kineval, took a breath to begin nobly taking blame, no doubt, before Streiter raised a paw to stop him. "Tell me, Kin, how old are your pups?" It was a personal question, but Streiter asked it with a purely business tone. Kineval answered quickly, sounding like he'd given this same answer numerous times, "Oh, they're fine, thank you for asking sir, but what does this have to do with-?" He was cut off again, "And..how is your mate recovering?" Kineval sighed, lowly, and a whole new level of tired grief came into his eyes.
"She is..not very well, sir. The litter was large, and the feeding is taxing. I have been..well..I'm afraid I may leave my post at times to find food for the pups, when I think everything is clear. Obviously, that was a mistake." The dog could not look Streiter in the eyes now, and Streiter more than understood. He shook his head, and sighed. He respected this dog now, respected him greatly. It could not be easy, admitting to having left your post, but, despite his admiration for this fellow, he could not have such troubled, and distracted guards. Obviously, others would take advantage. "Thank you for making this as easy as possible, Kin. I'm afraid you'll have to be removed from duty, from this point on, I'm sure you understand my position. I hope the best for you and your family, now be on your way."
Streiter's mind stood on the edge of a cliff, one half wanting to leap into the perils of pursuing his thoughts and emotions attached to the word "family", the other half held him back, holding his sanity from the, emotionally draining, thoughts of introspection.
By all that's holy! WHERE did this come from!? I'm so sorry Pic, putting this novel on you is just criminal. I hope you can forgive me. x-x
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Post by sorcerer on Apr 1, 2011 4:39:28 GMT
Name: SORCEROR
Why you should get Streiter: I really shouldn't. At all. For the good of everyone, don't give me Streiter. I can only imagine what I'd do to him in his last year of life..
How active are you? Yeah, that... *awkwardheadscratch*
Any changes you'd make to Streiter?: Um, yeah. None, as it were. Uh, except maybe have him like..do stuff. Fighting and shiz. Yes.
Roleplay extract of Streiter: see below..
And now! At Last! Another post completely different from some of the other posts which aren't quite the same as this one is...
A strange fog covered the whole of Lexis territory as the massive lion wandered along. Streiter was, to put it very bluntly, entirely bored. Although, he supposed, taking the high ground and giving peace and chance and so forth was well-intentioned, but honestly..pfft, boring. He was, after all, a lion, and despite various escapades with certain Iris leaders, he didn't get much in the way of fun and excitement hanging out in Lexis country. He was headed for the borders, eyes alert, peering through the morning fall mist, checking things out. You never knew who you'd find out and about on a day like this.
One thing, he noted, that he hadn't found about were any border guards. Sigh.
That would, he imagined, be why a loner or maybe Iris member was strolling nonchalantly into the territory, ignoring borders and apparently not seeing him standing atop the slight rise at all. A smallish cat, possibly some housecat mix breed, coal black in color. Female? Elderly? She paused, dug around in the mud briefly, pulled up a good-size piece of dirt, and bounced around on it. Streiter sighed to himself and strolled massively over the rise, approaching this stranger with as much dignity as he could manage.
"Excuse me, old lady..."
The cat jumped slightly, stared at him with huge green eyes, and scowled.
"I'm not old! I'm three."
Streiter blinked a bit, uncertain how to reply to this, fidgeted (fidgeted? Him?), and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry.."
"And I'm not a lady, either. I'm a Tom."
"..you looked a bit.."
This really was making him uncomfortable.
"Who are you?"
The lion blinked briefly at the tom, mane prickling a bit, wondering who exactly this cat thought he was. Maybe a loner. Definitely. This would explain his apparent unfamiliarity with anything that was going on around him at all.
"I am Streiter, king of Lexis."
The tom stared further.
"What's Lexis?"
"This is Lexis territory. You, I think.." Here Streiter sniffed a bit, thinking he caught a familiar hint of Lexis tribe scent on the cat's fur.. "are a Lexis member. And I am your king."
The black tom scratched at his mudpile a bit.
"Well, I didn't vote for you."
He couldn't really do anything but stare, mouth slightly open.
"You don't vote for kings!"
The black tom stared hard at Streiter, apparently unconcered by the fact that he was the LEADER here. KING. That was clear enough, right? It always had been in the past.
"Well, how'd you become king then?"
He cleared his throat, frowned at the tom, and took an impressive breath.
"The old leader left and I took over by right of conquest, rule of the strong, the chosen of Fate.."
The smaller animal interrupeted immediately.
"That's it?"
"Well, what do you mean that's it?" What more did he want?
"Well," the tom started, voice becoming rather more lecture-like than Streiter really liked, "you can't expect to hold supreme executive power simply because some blind tart with a loom announced it.."
The lion snarled, stepped forward, and aimed a careful smack at the tiny black cat, who flopped over and waved all four paws in the air.
"Ah! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!"
"SHUT UP!" Streiter rolled the tom over a couple times and rolled him over the bit of mud the other cat had dug up earlier.
"Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system!" The tom flopped over on his paws, howling. "Help! Help! I'm being repressed, help!"
Several minutes later, with the black tom wriggling under a mud pile behind him, Streiter wandered off, forepaws muddied and mane sticking up on end.
"Damn loners..."
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