Tryouts for Headmistress/master

[Lugubrious]

Okayyy! Well sanura, I believe, had a great idea. A school for slaves, run by a headmistress, or master. This character can be as evil or kind as you want, but definitely not for the rebellion. They like slaves being slaves. Only masters, no free roamers unless they are very master-esque. These masters would get their own land, called the school yard or something. Both characters already created or characters who are created specifically for this are allowed to try out. I decide who is the headmaster or mistress.

Tryout Basics
Preliminary Cut:
-You post your characters application, right here. No links. Use the form provided in the character creation space.
-On September 20th, I will make cuts and tell who gets to go on to round two. No role playing is required, just a good profile.

Final cut:
-You will post a 400 word long (give or take 50 at either end) post, describing this:

A rebellious chestnut stallion is refusing to run for a race. He stares at you and just snaps. Rufus, the stallion, is very smart and counters your words well. You have many slaves at your assistance for a little extra power if need be. You may not kill him or injure him permanently. What do you do? You can completely powerplay rufus, and even make him talk to your character.

-I judge these for creativity, realism, and thought.
THESE POSTS WILL NOT BE POSTED IN PUBLIC! PM THEM TO ME!!!

Otherwise, I'll get badgered with the miserable 'so-and-so took my ideaaaaa... waaaahahahahaaaaa'. That annoys the tar outta me. If you post it on this topic, you're disqualified.

Winner gets permanent land and a bit of power! I'd encourage masters who are looking for a good plot to lend out their slaves for some professional punishment. lol

['Sanura]

What a bore...
Miss Havisham to You...
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[If you must call me, Its...]
Miss Havisham
[You never ask a lady her age]
7
[Well if you have eyes then you can tell I'm obviously a...]
Eurasian
[Hence the Miss in front of my name]
Female

Description:;

Havisham has a very tight snobbish look. Her ears are usually pinned to the back of her skull in an irritated manner, and she has managed to find some way to push all her fur back. She keeps it short as possible. She is a dull gray color, her eyes are amber. Her face has a slight twitch when she gets angry.

Personality::

She acts exactly how she looks, snobbish, uptight, basically not much fun to be around. She would be the perfect candidate for say. She may not like fun and joy now, but she used to be a sweet wolf. Of course that all changed because of her bitter past, but even though she is bitter and a bit hateful sometimes, she takes it out on no one and is always fair and just.

History:;

As I said before Havisham used to be a sweet fun loving wolf. She was the heir to her family's land and she had the pick of the slaves. Of course she found love in the form of a member of her pack, but he was not true to her and ran off with her best friend. Havisham could not stand the memories of her home so she left. And that is what has made her the cold wretch she is today.

:"MY Point Of View":

"My name is Havisham, Miss Havisham to you. I do not blab willy-nilly like some wolves out there. So this will be quick, I used to have fun you know. Yes, me, stuffy old Miss Havisham was fun to be around, but that all changed. Now I don't want to make this a pity party. So what if my only love ran off with my best friend. It's happened to plenty of wolves before, and it will happen again. Yes, it could even happen to you. Oh, don't look at me like that. Don't think you are immune to the suffering of the world. Only naive puppies think such things. So anyhow I'm old, I'm bitter, and I hate everybody. I'm perfect for the job, even if my old nature creeps in sometimes and I crack a smile. So stop lollygagging and choose. I'm an impatient old hag. Do you want me to yell you off my lawn?"

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If you want your slave to go there, do you have to post here?

[//.Jazzy]

My accursed calling

Malingo

Shorter, not better

Malice, to those who are especially close which is hardly anyone, Lingo

Age is a thing of irrelevance

6 years

To be precise

Stud

Far above

17 hh


Tainted Blood

Friesian

Accursed Memories

From the moment he was bo...he came forth from his mother's body Malingo was pure evil. His father was a mean bastard, not as cold and heartless as his son though, and he fell inlove with Malingo's mother. They bred, hopeing for a young colt whom they both could love dearly. Month's passed and each fake contraction that the mare had was agonizing pain. Finally it was time for the dark, young foal to be born. Instead of coming out where most foals were supposed to, Malingo tore through his mother's stomach, a gurgling laugh protruding from his blood soaked maw when he heard his mother's pained and panicked screams and wails.

Malingo's mother still did her duty to her son, drying him off while she laid dying before him. Malingo just grinned. He drank her milk and when she died he left her, wandering into his fathers herd. His father had heard his mate's panicked cries and rushed to find a fairly large foal standing beside his dead mother, a hole tore in her side. Figuring it was a cougar attack, ignorant and not wanting to believe it was infact his son, the greiving stallion gave the foal to a mare who was reluctant to help the devil foal. The mare was so reluctant becouse one, she had seen the foal burst from it's mother's womb, and second becouse of his erie blue eyes.

Nontheless the mare took care of the foal and inreturn Malingo bit, scratched, kicked, reared, bucked, and fought with the mare. Even the stallion was begining to be wary of the stallion. So before Malingo was even 3 years old the older stallion ran him from the herd. And all the way Malingo just laughed. Malingo vowed to return though, when he was bigger and stronger, to either kill the poor excuse for a herd or to take it over and rule mercilessly. Malingo grew, surviving meekly on the milk of a kindly doe that had lost it's fawn. Surprisingly it was the only thing Malingo left unscathed. Ever since he hasn't harmed deer and has even been seen once protecting deer from wolves. Then again the wolves had attacked his territory.

Anyways, soon Lingo was strong enough to kill the old, weak stallion that he called his father. When he returned he wasn't welcomed with open arms. Emmediatly the older stallion charged Lingo, experience helping him in his aid to drive Lingo out once more. Though he had experience the old stallion was no match for Lingo's supieror strenght, speed, and over-all largeness. The fight lasted approximatly five minutes. At the end the older stallion fell to the earth, never to run across the plains again.

Malingo in his maddened state killed most of the herd, starting with the broodmares and the foals. No mare or foal touched by his father would survive. When he ran down a young filly he was shocked when he learned she knew his nickname. 'Lingo' She had said to him in silky soft tones. 'Please Lingo, Don't' Persuaded by the smaller ess Lingo let the mare travel with him. For three years they grew closer together and the closer they got the more the hatred for her grew in Malingo.

One night Malingo took the filly out to the meadow on a small walk where the filly thought he was going to 'proclaim his love for her' and ask her to be his mate. Her excitement clouded her judgement and even when Lingo's teeth were barred at her throat her eyes still held excitement while her maw was frozen in fear. Lingo traveled on while his love bleed to death becouse of him.

A few more years later Lingo was even more cruel than he was before. And he was eager to kill. He had learned though to be patient and not everything had to die for his fun. He had learned to pit two horses together and watch as they battled to the death. His sick kind of entertianment. One day while he was entertaining himself a mare who thought she was just as cruel as him approached the large stag. She had her say of words and they must have worked for Lingo was captured by the ess.

To shorten a long story the ess became to close, though this time Lingo did not kill her of hatred but of fear that she was too much like him and that she would get it into her sick mind that he aught to die. Lingo has since then been searching for an Empire worthy of his gaze and praise. It was time to build a herd of strong, sturdy stallions and beautiful, graceful mares worthy of his a...other entertainment. This is how he happened upon these lands.


Mangled Appearance

Contrary to what most would think Malingo is a stunning stud. His 17 hand tall build is laced with gorgeous muscles. He is quite the big boy. His head is the standard large and long of the Friesian breed. He is a heavy build with dark black feathers gracing his large, almost dinner-plate sized hooves. Normally most Friesian's manes are slightly wavy, not so with Malingo. His mane is perfectly striaght, along with his feathers and tail.

Malingo's eyes are actually the oddest part about him. Usually when a darker horses eyes are a blueish color it pretty much means there blind. With Malingo it's not true. His eyes are a startling blue that stands out, giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Not that he really is an angel. Many have thought he was blind, and they foolishly challenged him becouse of it. The poor fools died within five minutes. Malingo's dark black coat is clean, dispite Malingo's refusal to clean it. The ebon steed's black hooves blend in well with his blackened legs and feathers which makes it hard to see the brute in the night. All in all Malingo is a good looking guy, but make no mistake he's a horrid monster on the inside.


Demented or Delusional?

There is a reason his nickname is Malice and more importantly why his name means 'evil one'. He is the definition of evil, sarcastic, demented, cruel, ect. Never once has this stag been kind or lovey dovey with another mare or stag. Twice in his life has he killed a mare who might have become his mate, only for the fact that she was getting to close to him. This one is the king of all Jack.ss's and B.stards. He lives for himself only, placing even foals behind him. If a cougar was attacking a small foal, who mind you would be defensless, Malingo would just sit and watch, occassionally laughing his ass off.

Told you he was mean. His mother knew it from the first time she saw the black mass remove itself from her body, litterally. But that's a story for a different paragraph. Most would think he had a softer interior, seeing as he was known for studying other horses, seeming to care for them only to attack them seconds later for pure fun. Once a lone mare thought it okay to approach him when he was in a foul mood, she never even had the chance to squeal.


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[Lutan☼]

'say it in vain
Lady Armelle
'for those whom are unworthy
Madam, M'lady, Lady, Miss
'why, can't you tell?
B.tch
'you must never
Ask such things. . .Lady Armelle is 5 years.
'how tall is the devil?
32 inches a the shoulder
'big bad bloodlines
Lady Armelle is a timber wolf .x. great plains wolf
'that terrifying apperance
Well, to be exact, Lady is a red-brown fem with specks of white and lead. Her coat is almost always clean. A deep scar lies on her right cheek from her horrid past. Her pools are that of a deep chesnut, burning with the desire for lupine flesh. Her coat is thick, yet Armelle seems to be able to keep it looking sexy and seducive. And that she is. Her bloodlines may be that of a mix of Grey and Great, though, she is still, slender. Her masculine shoulders are what show her Great plain in her. Teeth with shred your flesh down to the bone.
'that devilish attitude
Lady Armelle is a canible. Meaning she eats lupines. She is able to keep it to a bare minmum for the ones she longs for, but that is very rarely seen. She has a low tolerance for disobediant slaves. Lady is very sexy and seducive. Don't let her get you alone. For if she suceeds, she will slaughter you and feast on your meat. A b.tch indeed, though she would never harm her own young. Deep inside her sick and twisted mind, their lies a game that plays. It tells her whether she will win or loose. Even though she may not enjoy the company of pups, she will put up with them if there comes a time for such.An over-protective mother that teaches her young to eat what she eats. Follow the leader almost.
'that dreadful memory
Armelle and part of her family(mainly her siblings) traveled over to North America from France to gain control on a new territory, which just so happened to be the homeland of the Mafia, the so-called toughest pack in the city. Lord Constantine, Armelle's brother, fought and won against Don Aurum and they were given a new home and much power over the city. During the Disturbian reign, Armelle fought against two opposing Mafians(who had been given demand to either fight against a Disturbian canine or be banished from the Mafia, who was still a pack but had no home anymore). Both of these Mafians were defeated by her, and each one was a male. Because they were males(the only gender she fights against in a non-death situation) she castrated them, leaving them unable to breed and reproduce offspring for the Mafia.

The scar on Armelle's right cheek is from one of these fights, the male able to score his teeth down her face, leaving a large amount of damage but not rendering her incapable of hearing or seeing. When Disturbian was disbanded, some of the dogs were capatured by the League(an underground fighting arena for dogs), some just left and became loners, but many of the siblings(Constantine, Armelle, Scorpynine, Razllina, Marcelle) returned to France to continue their reign under their parents.
'happy to be a
Free Roamer, a Mistress if need be.

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[Lugubrious]

Slaves do not apply here. They will never have to do anything except post on the school land.

Very good entries.

[| Spirit]

I shall be Called...
Tequila

My shorter calling though Never used
Teq, Quila, Tequ

I shall never tell you my age...
5

My Blood is that of a...
Shire maybe part Friesian

Isn't it obvious?
Female

Taller is WAY better...
17hh

Just look at me...
My pelt is stained a shiny black, I have white feathers on my legs.When I am in the sun light my coat shines, or so most say.I stand at 17hh so I don't suggest messing with me.I am built big and can easily inflict pain.My legs are also built big and I can run pretty fast for my size.


My mane is actually a little longer than most horses, and it is the color of coal, It slight wavy but not frizzy.My tail is very much like my mane.My eyes are as black as the night sky, but they burn with anger and hatred toward everything.My pelt is also marked with scars from my many conflicts.



You don't want to find out my ways...
I am very cruel, most just call me evil.I demand respect, obediance, politness, and Control.If I do not get what I demand, or desire there will be punishment, and lots of it.I am not afarid to punish to get what I want.

Some other animals have called me "sexy",and I do believe it.I am very good at punishing "bad" animals, and I am really not afraid of it.I do threaten other animals ,and I'm not afraid to admit it.I have not much to fear, I don't even fear animals Larger than I.

I Don't Take "NO" for an answer everything will be done my way or there will be consequences, big ones too.I don't take disobediance lightly, or disrespect.I am only called by my name "Tequila." Anything other than that is not acceptable at all.The word "STRICT" pretty much sums me up.

The Past is the past and it shall stay there...
Tequila Has been evil ever since she set forth upon this earth.Bothe her parents where evil and they have helped influence her, even though she didn't need their help.Ever since she was a foal she tortued things, anything she could find.

She was larger than the other foals so she would torture them anyway possible, even if it was just annoying them.Her parents supported this even.When she was 6 months old no one would ever go near her for they were afraid she would hurt them, which was true.

When she was a year old she and her family moved alot, and where ever they went they would all run away from Tequila.She would pick on them or even hurt them, depending on what mood she was in.Most of the time she was in a bad mood, so she would just take out her anger on them.

As she grew news spread about her and year after year went by and she was feared pretty much every where.When they heard her name most shuddered in fear of her.During this time she had killed a few animals that got her mad or got in her way.

I'm Proud to be a....
Master


I look like...
This

[| Spirit]

How many charries are getting picked??How many males and Females??

[Lugubrious]

I will choose ones that I think are good. If I think they all suck, I won't choose any. If I think you all could do a good job as headmaster or mistress, I'll put you all through...

[☼ Ženy ☼ (Hiatus)]

Umm... i am a litlle confused, what is this about?

[Lugubrious]

Zeny, you didn't post your charrie's profile... >.< I though you wanted to try out... oh well.

After a lot of thought, all four of you seem viable mistresses or masters. I really like your creativity and uniqueness. Please PM your role-play posts to me so I can do the final judging. When either 1 week has passed (september 28th) or all of the entries are in. If I only get one entry by sept 28, they will win. Good luck!

[☼ Ženy ☼ (Hiatus)]

Full Name:Sonyador (Means Dreamer in Spanish)
Nickname: Sony
Breed: 90% Appaloosa 10% Paint
Height: 14 hh
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is an all black female. She has a White star on her forehead. The vix also has a white spot on her rump, that has a black spots on that. Sony has a scar down her leg shaped like a thunder bolt. the eyes of this mare are stunning and will catch your attention from miles away. One orb a bright green, the other a bright blue. Her coat is sleek and shines in the glory of the sun. She is one beautiful horse.
Age: 3 year
Personality: She is strong, noble, and loyal. She loves to put a smile on other horse's faces, and make them laugh. But she knows when to be serious. She can be deadly to you if she doesn't like you, or you are her competitor. Sony loves to make new friends. Although she is a salve master she is kind to her slaves. She believes everything has a place. And anything with a place, no matter what rank it is, deserves to be treated with dignity and respect. She is understanding, and generous. Also very wise.
History: Sonyador was born a very small foal. It was unlikely that she would live. She was always treated younger than she was. Sony couldn't take it take it anymore. One day a big bear came to where all the horses where resting. He planned to kill as many horses as he could, and have a feast. The others went to hide while Sony stood up to the bear. She reared him and kicked him until he ran away screaming. From then on she was treated like a hero. To this day she is still small, but also very strong, and can take down anyone or thing she wants to.
Picture: www.tqnyc.org/NYC063375/appaloosa.jpg
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master

[Lugubrious]

Zeny, you do know that this creature is supposed to be relatively mean... >.<

I'd say Sonyador is not qualified to be a master or mistress. Sorry...

['Sanura]

Okay, question, if your character is a wolf your supposed to roleplay what exactly? Just clearing it up

[Lugubrious]

So, after a while of waiting, here are the THREE new mistresses:

Miss Havisham
Tequila
Sonyador


I'll make the land in a second.