Audition for Fire Elementals

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Auditions For Fire Elementals

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Please post your auditions for Fire Elementals here.

[silence]

NAME: Silence
EXPERIENCE: Hrm...about five or six, I would say
ACTIVITY: On every day!

DESIRED POSITION: Fire wolf
CHARACTER NAME: Sin
CHARACTER SEX: Dog
CHARACTER ORIGINS: Caspian wolf
DESCRIPTION OF CHARACTER: Black on his topline, with a redder underbelly. He has darker, chocolate brown hairs mixed in on his back and the top of his head and tail, and the front of his legs and paws are darker too. His ears are black with chocolate interiors, and his pawpads are black like his nose. Sin is a big wolf, and he is well-built, but one wouldn't exactly call him strong. He's got a leaner sort of muscle, but even then it's not his muscles that give him his power. He travels a lot and his long legs help him do that. Sin actually looks very much like a giant puppy--big paws, big head, big ears; bony as hell. But he's very fast and his power is so strong, it works almost instantly. He can make a wolf explode into flame without a moment's notice. Sin is a darkly humorous wolf. He loves to kill, but only after he's played with his food for a bit. Pranks, riddles, tricks...they're all in his itinerary. He's never really loved anyone, because no one has had a similar enough personality to be compatible. He enjoys a fabulous life of freedom and fun; no one could ever count the number of pups he's fathered. Sin regularly treats other dogs like shit, and only by virtue of his unusually strong element connection can he continue to do so. He's been in hundreds of fights, and they've earned him plenty of scars, but he's never lost. Alone he is very self-centered and contemplative...he's very smart, and with such an active mind he questions everything. Overall, Sin is quite a handful.

POST SAMPLE: Ebony tendrils of smoke curled into the overcast sky. The weather was perfect for this kind of thing. The earth was like a porcupine, dark spikes protruding upwards, hailing the sun they could not see. Nor could they ever have seen, alive or dead. As they now were. They were trees, and though they had no thoughts to think or opinions to scream into existence, Sin liked to believe they had something coming for them in the afterlife.

He believed they were going to Hell.

Sin stood on the peak, the rock beneath his feet blistering hot. The clouds above were steam, the snow and ice and all the rivers contributing to their thickness. They looked almost natural. The mountains were now truly bare, the reality of their lifelessness written in every marbled vein of granite and slate. Sheets above the core they were, their bold surfaces now quite naked after the sweep of fire that had razed them. The snow had burned, just like anything else, but the flames had held on for such a short time that it had almost looked like the sun had come crashing down onto Earth.

It had been beautiful.

The image was ingrained in Sin's now mild eyes. When he saw fire he did not see the heat, the light, or the pain. He only saw the beauty. The fire danced and twisted in tribal patterns, and when enraged it became so agitated that it was hard to see where it went. But Sin could feel it as it spun, and he always knew its thoughts.

The forest too was bare. The porcupine trees were black charcoal now, their spines light and dusty. No one could die with a fall onto them; the bark would simply disintegrate into a heap of black chalk. Sin always found it pleasurable to roll in a pile of such ashes; he was black already, but the feel of the harsh-grained wood bits against his skin soothed the itch of the flame. And if he ever got tired of being dirty he could simply burn away the dirt.

It had been magnificent. The fire was huge...it had crossed the entire basin with a fury unseen in the real world. And yet there it was, so dangerously fast and horrendously angry that it could only be a Fire Spinner pushing the flames. Sin had taken the heat of the earth and turned it against itself, the molten rock of the core bursting up through the ground. Sin had watched from his mountaintop as the trees caught fire all at once, trapping hundreds of animals in their midst. The cries of the creatures razed below was a cacophony of pain, Satan's gift to the overworld. He had grown tired of their playful banter and simple joys.

Now he wanted them to scream.

The heat was tremendous. Sin had chosen to thaw the mountains, of course, but the roiling waves of sparks had helped him a lot. He had shuddered as the clouds of icy steam passed him, and the flames had bowed in anguish as his power had faltered. But he could handle the cold, and he was back on his feet in a few seconds.

Watching the flames.

And now it was over. That had passed, but Sin was still atop the mountain. He was still cold. The nightmare was upon him, and he needed sating. He bowed his head and felt the heat of the core flowing through him, warming him, pushing away the ice. He let it flow openly through his soul and, as he opened his white-hot eyes, he released the power onto the granite rocks.

The effect was instantaneous. The rocks groaned as they were broiled alive. The grey of the stone became instantly golden. Such heat was incomparable; absolutely nothing as such had never touched the earth before. The entire planet was unprepared for this attack on its well-being. It screeched in pain, but Sin did not hear its protests. He snarled with uncontainable pleasure, and the rocks burned hotter. They flowed over each other towards the valley, towards the oceans, towards perceived safety. Sin let them go; he could not stop them. But he could watch them burn...

The night was hot. Humidity roiled in the air as Sin opened his amber eyes and looked around. He was feeling restless; his dreams and memories were mixing in nasty patterns, not letting him sleep. He grunted irritably as he stood. Shaking the dust and leaves off of his pelt he hastened away. No one was there to watch him leave.

He pushed away the wetness with a flick of his thoughts and continued on in more comfort. He didn't know where he was heading, but he had the freedom of being alone. He could wander where he pleased. The trees were close here; pines, but they were also young and so they brushed against him with their spines. He did not feel any pain at their touch, he only felt the compression of his many-layered coat. But it bothered him that they took snatches at his face, and so he burned them to dust before they could have the chance.

He slowly climbed the mountain. He chuckled at how counterproductive it was for him to be climbing towards the cold, but for some reason he kept going uphill. He supposed that it was mainly because he didn't care, but there were probably other subconscious reasons pulling him on. Sin had no idea what the cause was. He just had to get away.

As he reached the treeline Sin stopped. The mountains were snow-covered and dangerous. He had no idea how he was going to make it up. But his eyes grew bright with determination, and under their white-hot glare the snow began to run down the rocks in little torrents. When it was gone Sin began to climb.

This was so hard. The rocks were not jagged and rough, as they were once. They were instead melted into rounded curves and undulations. All traction had been steamed away by the lava flow. Sin did his best to stay on his feet, but it wasn't easy. The ground was icy cold, too, and he was too tired to thaw it simply for comfort. His pads felt like ice.

But soon he reached the top. And as he looked around, a feeling began to brew. It shuffled around uncomfortably in his chest, making him shift uncomfortably on his frozen paws. The feeling spread, taking over his limbs and spine, not letting him move. And then it released its hold, just a tiny bit -- enough to allow Sin to turn around. Whether it was instinct or memory, a memory that haunted him with no apparent thoughts of release, he padded his way in a circle to look out over the valley.

It was too green. The feeling stirred.

Sin's eyes began to burn.

WORDCOUNT: 1158
COMMENTS: My muse is on fire! Haha XD Sin is a bit of a maniac.

[Greenie]

Username: Greenie
Years of RPing: 7 years
Activity Level: It was bad, but then I was like 'oh shit' and kicked myself in the butt so yeah, I'm going to be back everyday or every other day now XDD

Desired Elemental: Fire Equine
Name of Character: Selena
Gender of Character: Female
Breed of Character: Horse

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S E L E N A

Her wait was not long, this stallion was not a slow one to follow, she had just begun to look up when he too entered by the brook from the woods beyond him. This time she noticed he did bother with the fluff before he spoke this time.

“My name is Joker.. What is your name? I didn’t catch it before.”

She smirked slightly, well of course he didn't get her name before, there was no speeches given before, just a simple hello and no name from him until now. She sighed and looked at the stallion who said his name was Joker, 'what a strange name..' she thought to herself before she did say anything to him. Moving a step closer to him, she had her own agenda of things right now as she held her head high and swished her tail over her back once before she spoke, "Hmfp. Well seeing as you followed me the least I own you now is my name, I am Selena Blake Oleria. Just call me Selena if you like your pelt that color." She smiled a wicked grin of a smile. She loved her own personal fire games.

Walked a bit closer to him she could feel the air around them heat up with her own joyful mood right now. She emitted heat from herself, it was just a typical thing she always did, she hated being cold or being cold and wet or just being wet in general. This way she was always warm and dry even when it rained the rain would just steam off of her pelt. "So then Joker, tell me what's your game? You know my'n." They were now not that far apart from each other as the words created another mist of fog from her maw as she spoke to Joker. Every horse and wolf had a game they played differently, their lives were a game, each one with its very own design and its own game play. He clearly could she hers, now she wanted to see his own game play with life. She could see some of it by the fact that he followed her anyway, but she wanted to see who is quirky Joker character was in her new game of life.

Selena was intrigued in him either way, and it didn't seem like he didn't have his own little things and mysteries to be found out and unfolded. There where a many possibilities that could happen, they could either become friends or enemies. That was the kind of horse that Selena was, your either friend or enemy, but nothing about this stallion peeked her as being her enemy material. If any thing he would make a great partner in trouble she thought slyly.

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[ﮎham']

USERNAME sham'
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE i believe it is verging on seven years
ACTIVITY LEVEL new but i have been on every day

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DESIRED ELEMENTAL lupine fire
CHARACTER NAME zaire
CHARACTER GENDER male
CHARACTER BREED african wild dog
DESCRIPTION at first glance, he appears to be scrawny, much like a coyote or hyena. however, after closer inspection, his small body suddenly becomes a rock of hard packed muscle. his head sits at about three feet, helped by slender legs that make running easy and swift. his tail is slightly plumed and starts out colored as brindle yet that is broken by a black band and then the rest is a pure silky white. probably the most noble of all of his features is his head. large, rounded ears are the most prominent features, settled neatly above his skull. from there, his muzzle protrudes, shorter and rounder than most yet still just as lethal with its rows of pearly white teeth.

indeed, he is an african wild dog so he does not contain the bulk of a purebred wolf but he contains more lithe strength and agility. his hair is short all over his body except for around his ruff and coming from his tail. this is convenient as he much prefers the heat and a long coat simply gets in the way. often times random parts of his body tends to support a flame for a small amount of time.

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POST SAMPLE

. ZAIRE .

The day had been an overly harsh one, the sun shining bright with a high moisture content in the sticky air. Many found this scenario uncomfortable and distasteful and choose to spend their time within the shade or possibly within some body of water. Be that as it may, there were very few creatures out in the open where the rays of sun had a clear shot at their unprotected bodies. In fact, there was only a single body not in the water or the shade provided by a forest stretching out. My slender frame was standing just about smack dab in the middle of the plain that was normally occupied by many horses but today was strangely vacant. Tiny flames licked at the base and tips of my oddly rounded ears, adding to the heat but something like that did not bother me in the least. Perhaps it was the shortened nature of my pelt or even my own element but, whatever be the case, the sun’s persistent rays did not really get to me very often. A light smile wound its way across my features as these rambling thoughts ran through my mind as I stood and allowed my deep crimson eyes to gather in my surroundings.

Not much was going on in the way of activity and, in realizing this, my posture dropped into a more casual form. My long plushy tail went from being curled across my back to hanging straight out behind me. Rather large poised ears laid themselves out to be more horizontal rather than poised and vertical. They did, however, retain their flame that added to the fiery look my reddened pelt gave my entire physique. It was blatantly obvious that I had no intentions of hiding my gift and just how powerful I really was. Parting my jowls from one another, a yawn whipped across my features; momentarily shuttering my eyes and blocking out the sun. When I was able to see once more, I finally decided that perhaps motion would cure my momentary boredom. Pricking up my ears from their slack position, I quickly took stock of my surroundings before setting my long lanky limbs into motion. Perhaps the most startling fact about my motion was the fact that flames licked at my rather small paws as well. Funny how they had hidden within the tall grasses and yet the dryness that plagued the plants had not caused them to by highly flammable. Once again, it was just a casual display on my part of my sheer power that I coveted so much. Smooth motions took over as my long appendages stretched out in a smooth lope that could cover ground so easily and swiftly. I could feel the tall grasses sliding beneath my stomach and between my legs and it was almost as if the sensation was a cooling one.

I was not entirely sure where my motions were taking me only that I subconsciously seemed to be looking for something. My nostrils remained flared, picking up on any small scent that drifted in on the breeze. Suddenly, there was a strong wave of equine that washed over me and I practically threw myself into reverse to avoid tumbling into a stream that wound its way along the plain. It was almost invisible to someone on level ground as it had cut its way along the soft ground and had created two steep banks for itself. Sitting almost upon my haunches, I found myself staring wide eyed into this bubbling brook, just about drenched. A shiver ran along my spine at the pure idea of being soaked and the flames licking around my ears and paws ranged slightly before they fell back to their small flames. I had stumbled upon the source of that strong smell as there was a small beach where hoof prints scoured the mud so much that individual tracks were almost indecipherable. I shook my head violently, almost as if to get myself to pay more attention before I gathered my limbs beneath me once more. Bunching the muscles within my haunches, I propelled myself across the narrow part of the stream and sent myself onward on my journey. Moving smoothly, I came upon the forest that I had noticed not too long before. Slightly worn out from the intense light that the sun was sending out, I decided that the darker confines of the forest would give rest to my straining crimson eyes.

As soon as I crossed across the visible barrier between sunlight and shade, my body sensed the temperature change and a shiver ran along my spine. True, to any other, the shade would have been a welcome relief but the change seemed like a sizeable drop in degrees. The flames about my ears and paws raged slightly as if to increase my own body heat at least by a comfortable amount. Once equilibrium was restored to my body, I allowed my crimson pools to gaze about my surroundings. Once again, I was mildly surprised to see that there were no others gathered beneath this cooling canopy. Brushing that thought aside, I padded smoothly across the dry and newly fallen leaves, leaving only charred prints behind and not causing a full conflagration of the dry forest. Even within my mind, I could not justify killing of an entire forest just for the sake of my own comfort. No, selfishness was not one of my qualities as fairness seemed like a more peaceable way to go in my mind. I would, however, not pass up a chance for a little bit of fun. Halting my forward motion, I settled my haunches upon the forest floor before going all the way down to lay on my stomach. Eyeing the patch of dried leave before me, I watched as I began to slowly burn a small ring. I kept the flames small and slow so that there was no real threat to the forest. Tiny burn spots appeared upon the leaves in a perfect circle and I was careful to not actually catch them on fire but only to let them smolder. As my ring connected itself and took form, I started to play with the leaves within its boundaries. In a single moment, they suddenly burst into flame before dying out quickly. Now I had a perfect circle printed in the ground, still smoking slightly but no longer burning. A light chuckle danced from between my jowls at my moment of enjoyment but it faded as I fell into a contented silence.

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[irrational]

Username: Irrational
Years of RPing: 5
Activity Level: I lurk around every day, log on if I have something to reply to usually that day.

Desired Elemental: Lupine Fire
Name of Character: Ishami
Gender of Character: Female
Breed of Character: Maned Wolf
Character Description: Legs; it seems to be all the she-wolf is made up of, despite her not so fast gait. Legs and legs and more legs. Indeed, they are long, giving the she-wolf a greater height, though she certainly isn't the tallest creature in the land. (Have you ever seen a horse? Monsterous things!)

Ishami is delicate in build, with a small head and a long, thin muzzle. On top of her head are two rather...big ears, like those of a bat. They are slightly pointed at the tips and the left ear has a small nick in it; she will often say it is from a fight and, indeed, it was from a fight; but she was not fighting another wolf her age, as she claims, but a nasty bramble branch that dared to tug at her coat as she ran by. This large ears are rather comical on Ishami, although one would be very unwise to point such out, for she does not take kindly to insults on her appearance.

The she-wolf is also thin; not the healthy type, but the type that comes from either not eating enough or not being able to get enough prey. It is from the former; she can catch prey quite fine on her own- she honestly doesn't mind it a little crispy, but she often gets the feeling of being full before she actually is so.

As mentioned previously, Ishami's coat is a mixture of colors, primarialy orange and brown. Her coat is medium in length and only turns one other color at the tip of her snout. Here, it becomes a dark black. There are not many other important features, besides Ishami's eyes, which are the color of a burning sun. She does have five scars from burns, the largest of which, about the size of a deer dropping, is located right below her left eye. She was unskilled with fire and attempted to light a leaf on fire. Such resulted in a large amount of sparks randomly popping out, one of which flew and hit her below the eye. She was lucky that it did not actually land in her eye and also lucky that she was near a river so she could dunk her face under before a large amount of damage was done.

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Home is where the heart is.

What a nasty, filthy, deceiving lie. Home...it was not where one's heart remained. One's heart could remain anywhere where one experienced signifigant moments, but those places were not nesscarily home. After all, why should the lake where one's mother drowned be home? For, unless one's mother was cruel to them, should one not love their mother? Shouldn't one leave a piece of their heart behind- labeling such a miserable stretch of water home?

Why would one consider the place where their pup died home? For should one not leave behind a bit of their heart? Oh, the world was full of countless lies, and this one should not bother her so, but the long-legged beast moving across the seemingly endless dessert seemed to find it doubly offensive. Her eyes, the color of the sun blazing overhead, were narrowed into slits like those of an adder's and her movements were slow and more tense then usual.

If such was true, my home would be where my father spilled my blood. And why, why, would I return to such a dreadful place? She thought bitterly as she stalked across the land. The sand, shifting beneath her paws, was hot; hotter then anything else in these dreadful neutral lands, if one could actually call them that. But the heat did not bother the red wolf as she contiued on, absorbed in her bitter thoughts. She preferred the heat, actually; it was like a loved one to her. She missed it whenever it was gone, craved for it, and savored it, cradled it, whenever it returned to her.

A strange thing to love?

Perhaps, if one was not a wolf that could manipulate fire. But, alas, Ishami was such a wolf and therefore had a perfectly reasonable excuse for her love of heat.

Home....home is where one wants to be. Not where the heart is, Ishami thought suddenly and she allowed a small smile to spread across her long, narrow muzzle. Yes, that was exactly it! Home was not where the heart was, but where one choose to be. Conciously, of course. She believed the subconcious mind to be quite a nuisance and never really correct.

The smile vanished as soon as it came, though, and Ishami's nostrils flared as she scented the air. Each new smell that came to her was picked apart until everything was exposed. There was nothing interesting, though, except for the faint scents of other creatures and this was how Ishami figured where she was.

Near a watering hole.

Her pace increased slightly and the female's straight, thin tail curled slightly over her back as she moved. Yes, Ishami liked the heat, but she did need water to survive and she had been without it for long enough. She could almost feel the cool liquid running down her throat. Oh, the torture!

Ishami broke into a run and, despite her long legs, she was amazingly slow. Still, the water steadily grew closer until Ishami was wading in it, dipping her head to lap up the liquid, not caring if any of it dribbled messily down her chin as if she was some newborn pup. She drank until she was full, and kept drinking, before she slowly moved back to shore and sat down once more in the hot sand, staring at the small stretch of water, lost in her own thoughts once more.

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