Username: CrimsonWolfTail
Why should you be able to adopt a newbie?:
How often do you get on CS?: I am available on CS between the hours of 11 AM and 3 AM EDT. This time scale is prone to fluctuation. Basically, I am on as much as possible.
Which categories would you like to apply for?: I want to apply for them all: Languages, General Knowledge, Forum, BBCode, Roleplaying, Oekaki, Trading and Pets, Rarities, Rares List.
How long do you typically spend on CS each day you get on?: I am online approximately 15 hours a day (collectively). This may fluctuate, being between 5 if I'm busy and 24 if I can't sleep.
Do you agree to be helpful and polite to your newbie at all times?: I do.
Qualifications:
- Languages: Ich weiß auch Deutsch. [I also know German.]
- Roleplay: See below. It came from
here. I'm not sure if it requires a login. It's a species roleplay; a Virosa is basically a large wolf.
- Oekaki: I understand that I do not have two drawings. I currently have three incomplete, unsubmitted drawings, however. I can prove this, of course. I know how to use the program as well, both the old and new versions.
Roleplay Example: I once wrote:Naturally, animals' eyes had the ability to adjust to darker environments. The wolves call this night vision, of course. However, the more that the large Virosa stared at the starry sky, the more stars he could see at his zenith and trees he could see at the horizon. He would periodically look down from the sky and around himself in order to rest his neck temporarily. The brute would then look back up at the stars with just as much fascination. The Virosa knew that he loved dark and cloudy skies, but he forgot just how much he loved dark and clear skies.
At first, his senses were keen. He had allowed his nose to pick up anything that drifted his way and his ears to twitch toward anything that dared to produce a noise. After a while, however, he faded into concentration and let his subconscious deal with the physical world. He pointed his nose at the sky, slowly moving it as if following the flow of the white streak. The whiteness appeared to move along the sky like a river. It was equally serene and calming, especially with the pleasant brook-like trickling of the actual river. The white stream of milk...perhaps whatever gods existed drank from it...
He was in a field much like the Plains of Sol. It looked a bit morbid, however: the grass had withered, and the dirt had hardened. The sky was still blue, but nothing else about the scenery appeared lively. He looked down at his paws, patting them on the dead, thorny plant beneath them. He then looked up again and flinched in shock from what he saw. A beautiful figure, a wolf of white fur and perfect proportion, stood...or perhaps walked, just slowly. She had no horns or mutations, so she must have not been a Virosa. She was at a distance, but he could still smell her...feel her... The Virosa felt calm and pleasant just by looking at her. What...what is this? he thought as he began to develop fear. Who are you? The white wolf had just approached close enough to expose markings on her pelt. He could not make them out. He felt a feeling of shame from the other wolf as she certainly stopped moving.
"Hello..."
The wolf flinched and opened his eyes. He saw the starry sky once again. He was only dreaming. The unnatural dream made him want to think more about it. Yet, he thought he had heard another voice. He slowly looked down to his left and saw another wolf. To her, he likely appeared as a large wolf-like silhouette with great antlers, as that was what he was. To him, the other Virosa appeared as a smaller wolf with straight horns. He could smell her a little at that distance. He could hardly tell from their spacing that she was a Midwife. He had not officially met the wolf, so he knew nothing about her.
The Virosa was not very talented at remembering names. Yet, he could remember this wolf's name; it matched something he loved dearly. "Are you Stormy, the Midwife?" he asked quietly, his voice somewhat deep. He kept his gaze on her, remaining in his position since he had no reason to fear this wolf, assuming that she was indeed Stormy.