Alpha Auditions!

[River]

Semper Clarum has already found a pack leader, but there are more options for you: there's one more pack position, and then one for a gang or a cult. There are a few leader requirements:

• The pack, gang, or cult leader should be completed by December 14.
• You must be very active and willing to devote time to the pack, gang, or cult.
• The leader must be unique, have leader skills, and be at least three years old.

There is also no word minimum for the description and sample, but complexity will generally work in your favor.

Auditions close December 14, so here we go!

PACK AUDITION

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Pack name:[/b]
[b]Pack leader:[/b]
[b]Pack leader's bio:[/b]
[b]Pack leader's skills:[/b]
[b]Relationship with Semper Clarum and Leaena:[/b]
[b]Description of pack:[/b]
[b]Roleplaying sample:[/b] (300 words min)


GANG AUDITION

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Gang name:[/b]
[b]Gang leader:[/b]
[b]Gang leader's bio:[/b]
[b]Gang leader skills:[/b]
[b]Description of gang:[/b]
[b]Roleplaying sample:[/b] (300 words min)


CULT AUDITION

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cult name:[/b]
[b]Cult leader:[/b]
[b]Cult leader's bio:[/b]
[b]Cult leader's skills:[/b]
[b]Cult god(s):[/b]
[b]Cult practices:[/b]
[b]Roleplaying sample:[/b] (300 words min)


Upon hearing of the winners, the pack leader may claim TWO (2) territories in a place other than the west, and the cult or gang leader may claim ONE (1) territory in a place other than the west or where the other pack took.

[Tuscarora]

Username: Tuscarora
Pack name: Mördare
Pack leader: Rowan (φονιάς)
Pack leader's bio: Click
Pack leader's skills: Stealth, Assassination, Theft.
Relationship with Semper Clarum and Leaena: Neutral. Will help when needed but otherwise wont bother them.
Description of pack: Centred around assassination and murder. All members are trained, or will be trained, in the art of stealth and all things associated with it. They will take contracts from other dogs for the assassinations or theft of/from another dog. They keep to themselves and are very quiet and do not rely on brute force for most things. Not super-geniuses but also not stupid, they have the right balance of intelligence and strength.
Roleplaying sample: White paws moved silently over stone as snow fluttered down from the sky, settling onto the pale fur of the Swiss Shepherd cross. She was on a mission... A mission of murder. She'd been contracted to dispose of a dirty old alley dog that was taking advantage of younger females and she was getting close to her target.

To be honest, she couldn't care less who she was killing or what they'd done. As long as it kept her pack's reputation high, she was happy. She was rarely sent on contracts; running a pack took up most of her time, especially when any one of them could turn around and stab you in the back any time. Literally.

As Rowan silently rounded the corner, her ice blue eyes caught sight of a dirty and skinny old dog hunched in the corner. He was a sorry sight, trying to make himself look small and quiet in the corner. She could obviously tell he was expecting the assassination; most likely one of the females he'd raped had blabbed it to him in spite. The fact that her contract knew about the job made it harder to get a clean and quiet kill, but she could deal with it. Rowan hadn't become the leader of the Mördare for nothing.

The spotlight above flickered on and off, painting her white coat with a mixture of sickly-yellows and dark shadows. The female tried to make her approach as silent as possible, but the male must've been very alert as he swung around to face her when she was only a few pawsteps away.

"Who are you? Stay away from me!" He screamed, although his voice was hoarse as he tried to scrabble further into the corner, as if it would swallow him up if he got close enough. Rowan just stared, face blank, as she made her way towards him.

"I am Death." She whispered to him before her white fangs flashed and it was all over.

[Bane]

Username: Bane
Pack name: Ranseree
Pack leader: Bane
Pack leader's bio: here
Pack leader's skills: Fighting, tactics, control 
Relationship with Semper Clarum and Leaena: Antagonistic. Bane would find Leaena's policies and ideals flat and destructive for the whole. She would be the worst offender of his ideals and train of thought. 
Description of pack:

The Ranseree are a collection of dogs with a sense of not only decorum, but a viciousness about them. These are the dogs that see no point in the weak and broken. A good way to describe the hierarchy would be who's the biggest shark in the ocean.   They don't trust outsiders, and they see others in terms of useful or useless. You can only imagine what happens to those who cannot survive on their own. These dogs would see Wolf Creek fall into a state of utter loyalty and fear, fear of those in charge. No weak. No sick. No drain on the resources. Utter control is what they seek.

Roleplaying sample: 

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Amber-brown eyes stared balefully at the dog before him, features carefully blanked. The light-boned creature was before him, delicate head held high, brown eyes huge in the dim setting, tail fighting not to curl under his curved body. The cavernous room held a group of canines, three bitches and two dogs. Who ever said he was sexist? Not he. Slowly he spoke, his soft toned voice carrying without much effort on his part, gentle almost. "And who will speak of Faa's transgression?" Silence rang through the room as surely as a word spoken. His heavy-lidded gaze slowly turned to rest on each of his ranking members. " No one? Disappointing." The word was all but sighed from his lips. He stepped forward, nails scraping against stone as he walked, head level with his broad shoulders. " Then I suppose the honor shall be mine," He stopped before the delicate Faa. " Faa. You are accused of betraying the Ranseree. By giving away vital information, and a puppy of our pack, you have committed the greatest of treasons. How do you respond to this accusation?" The young dog looked at him with his wide eyes, taking a sharp breath. 

" I admit to it, sir. You would have killed the bitch-pup, and she was my sister's daughter. I could not just let-" A low snarl from one of the watching canids silenced him before he could finish. Bane sighed, a long suffering sound, and he shook his head slowly, as if his next words were truly saddening to him. " You know our laws, Faa. I find you guilty. Death is your reward." The news didn't startle the hound, and he merely dipped his head to the black beast that had turned to pad away from him. Bane had taken all of four steps, and the voice returned. " I don't fear death though. My sister's pup still lives. My death means nothing." Bane turned his head over his shoulder, a spark of anger flaring in his chest. He mentally soothed it. If this dumb-ass would like to play that game, of who could harm who the most, he would play. The dogs around the room perked up, expressions ranging from excited to exasperated. " Indeed? Fine then. " he turned to look at the nearest of his officers, a young shepherd mix, with a look of keenness that made contempt and a twisted joy roll in his chest. " Hath. Find his sister, her pups, and kill them. Make him watch. Make it public, make it known." The young dog bolted to do as told, and Faa's features twisted into fear and horror.

The black mutt made his way up the stairs, ignoring the pleas of the young coursing hound, begging for his sister's life. He ignored the sound of snarls and laughter from his officers. He kept walking, steps slow and steady. A fine looking bitch fell into step next to him, and he glanced at her for a split second. Saccharine. His advisor walked in silence next to him, down the long hallway until a doorway marked their parting. " Bane. There will be those who don't like it, you know. Those that plot against you." How dare they! The though was loud in his own head, a fury rolling through his limbs. His long fur lifted slightly, in agitation. He'd make them burn. He felt his eyes narrow, slightly, lips twisting into a fierce mockery of a snarl. " I am aware. " The words came out volatile, angry, loud. He paused. " I want their names, Saccharine. It's time to clean house. " She dipped her head politely to him, her mind whirling with who and what she had to find and construct. " I agree. It will be done." He didn't favor her with a response, merely turning into the room that was his, leaping onto a small window seat. He watched, through dirty glass, as the tiny figures of his world moved about. 

He was judge, jury, and executioner. Death to those who forgot.       

[River]

OKAY. So these results are a few days late, but here they are.

Only two people auditioned, and so they both get to rule. However, they both auditioned for a pack. Based on what I read, Ranseree sounds more like a gang than a pack. HOWEVER, to reward both of you for trying out, I will let both of you claim TWO territories in one general direction that is not the west. Ranseree will be called a "gang", but it will get all the extra luxuries of a pack.

Please provide a brief description of your pack or gang so that I can make a sub-board in the pack board. Then you can go crazy!

JANUARY 2 UPDATE: It seems that Bane has flown the coop, and as we are crusading towards being more active I believe it would be in everyone's best interest to open up auditions for GANGS and CULTS. Not packs, though. Go crazy, and there's no set due date until we get some more members.