Fight or Flight (Semi-Literate Anthro & Human RP)[ACCEPTING]

[Inudog]

((Accepted! BUMP still need one person!))

[Inudog]

bump...?

[Inudog]

((Bump!))

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: I guess I can offer another character to get the roleplay started. . ? If you would let me have two, I could create a male anthro, because we seem to be lacking.]]

[Inudog]

((Sure, I'll give you permission to make another anthro character, as long a you are able to handle all of them.))

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: I might not fit them all in to one post each time, but I'll be sure to regulate them ^^
Also, I feel bad for the short form :c]]

Anthro Form.
Username: Gwen Trix.
Name (First and last): Shay Desomna.
Age (17 - 19): 19 Years.
Gender: Male.
Species: King Cheetah.
Personality: A sly and slick character, Shay doesn't like to be caught in the act. While he seems rather distant, Shay keeps a level head with a very intellectual and wise process of thinking. He doesn't cope well with others, and prefers to work by himself. Though Shay is sly, he's not an imbecile trickster or joker.
History: It seemed Shay had a rather normal life growing up, he was protected by his parents until at an age where it seemed fit to open him up. When he did realize the harsh world, Shay slowly developed a personality that gave him control over the situation. He decided to make it his duty to fight for his race.
Crush: None.
In the group?: No.
Rank: None.
Power: Metal.
Looks: A cheetah anthro with a very tall and sleek build. He's regal, and tends to hold his shoulders back, and also agile/flexible. With a king cheetah's markings some mistake him for a leopard-cheetah mix. He has bright amber eyes that hold a very strong stare.
Clothes they wear: A slim pirate-like undershirt with a metal chest plate. Thick pants. And a black cloak that conceals most of his body.
Theme song?: World So Cold ~12 Stones.
Quirks? (fears, strengths, weaknesses. ect): Has a rather large fear of death, he doesn't like to be around bodies, which makes it rather hard for him to actually kill.
Other: No.

[Inudog]

((Accepted, we may start now.))

((It is a few hours before a battle))

Inu covered her eyes as she watched the horizon, she was waiting for the first peek of the sun coming over it, thats how she knew that it was 6:00am. She could barely see the sun coming up the horizon because of the morning fog, but as soon as it's rays hit her, she knew that she and her group would have to get ready soon, she got up and walked into camp, making a a loud clap sound with her hand-paws. "Rise and shine everyone!" she said almost happily.

Denvail woke up at 5:59am as usual, he knew the loud wakeup alarm would be coming on any second now. Instinctively, he clapped his hands over his ears just as the loud ambulance-like alarm came on. Sighing with relief, he got dressed and walked outside, getting to the cafeteria before everyone else, there was one rule at the cafeteria, "Come early, or don't eat" Keeping that in his mind, he picked up a tray, grabbed whatever slop they gave him this time, and sat down to eat.

Will swore he jumped 3 feet into the air from that loud alarm, he fell off his bed like always, ever since his first day this had always happened to him, and he was still scared of it. But ignoring his recent freefall to the floor, he got dressed and walked outside, many people were already outside, so her weaved through them and got a jump start in the line, he sighed as he picked up a tray, and bartered with the woman at the counter for a nice breakfeast, Sitting down unsucessfully he looked around and started eating his food.

[0live]

Alexander heard Inu's call from outside. "Ugh," He grumbled as the rising sun flashed his eyelids and made him open his eyes, "Six AM already." Alex rubbed his hands across his face and lightly smacked his cheeks to wake himself up. He sat up from where he was just lying and let out a large yawn. Despite having to wake at the crack of dawn for a large portion of his life, Alex still wasn't used to being an early riser.
Alex finally managed to get to his hind paws and slip on his jacket and pants over his boxer shorts that he wore while sleeping that night. He then preceded to walking out to the camp and stood next to Inu in wait for the rest of the Anthros to wake.

Mason heard the alarms go off early in the morning. He was slightly confused where he was since the lighting was dim. Once he took in his surroundings, Mason realized that he was sitting in the chair at the desk in his office. I must have fallen asleep while at my desk last night. He thought. He saw his papers and envelopes scattered across his desk and a desk lamp on above his head that had been on all night. I'm surprised that this thing didn't set my papers on fire. Mason thought as he turned the lamp off, nearly burning his hand on the metal shade of the lamp that was heated by the bulb. Mason stood and kicked his chair back from behind him and stretched his stiff shoulders and legs. He tried to pat down his uniform that was slightly crumpled overnight and began to walk out to the mess hall where breakfast was being served. He knew that he would get the better food because of his position so he was in no rush to eat.

[antler apathy]

Aaron Thorn
Anthro | Assassin | Female | Border Collie/Australian Shepherd | 19 Years | Super Strength

The female jumped in her bed, rocketing up only to flop over and fall face first on the ground. With a groan, Aaron hugged her stomach for a moment allowing herself to regain her breath. "damn it Inu." She hissed under her breath staggering to her feet. She opened her tent flap and glanced around for a moment, still a bit sleepy with her abrupt wake up. Six in the morning? She hadn't wanted to wake up this early today-- though usually she was a morning bird, Aaron had been up most of the night in an uncomfortable heat.

Shay Desomna
Anthro | Loner | Male | King Cheetah | 19 Years | Element-Metal

He grasped the tree branch, after staying awake most of the night Shay was not at his best and was for sure not wide awake either. He would need to keep his guard up for both other anthros and most of all humans, because as a loner, he wasn' the most wanted being. Shay glanced around, waiting for a sign of life, and when he deemed none was around the male slowly and carefully leaned up against the tree for a slight rest. It was going to be another long day.

Daniel "Danny" Sulk Zheckov
Human | General | Male | Russian | 18 Years | 50 Caliber Shotgun

Daniel sat quietly in his office, hands gently supported his head as he slowly scanned over the many plans he had sketched last night. None of them seemed to satisfy the general as he cursed under his breath with disappointment and even a hint of ridicule on himself. The man pushed the papers away, and seemed to be unfazed by the very loud emanating sound of the siren-- meaning the soldiers were going to be eating now. The man shoved his hand through the light brunette hair he had, and shoved his chair back standing.

Then he made his way to the mess hall, where he found Mason also heading in the same direction. "Afternoon lieutenant." He greeted firmly, and continued to stride next to Mason.

Trudy Mel Ryerson
Human | Spy | Female | Latin-American | 18 Years | Shruiken

Trudy was about ready to fall face first in to her food, she was so tired from the early morning wake up she had decided to perform. After a three AM wake up call (Which ended up being a four AM actual wake up because of the woman's procrastination to get out of bed) she had decided to first try out a thirty minute jog-- or until it got light enough, then the female went to practice targets with her ninja-stars, as most would call them. It was tiring, and Trudy had multiple cuts on her hands because of the sharp edged, but on the bright side she had been one of the first ones to get food. The lines were immensely long if you got there late.

[0live]

While walking to the mess hall, Mason saw General Daniel Zheckov quicken his pace to keep up with him. "Good morning to you too," Mason returned Danny's greeting. On further inspection, Mason noticed that Danny looked tired and hadn't a doubt that he himself looked equally exhausted. Mason looked down on the tag on his uniform that said 'Lt. Dunn'. He quickly straitened it to keep a crisp image toward the lower ranking officers.