High Rank auditions

Accepted!

FH username:
Radolf_wolf
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I have so many side accounts. If you need a list, just let me know. Radolf is my main account, however.

Site name:
RadolfW

Activity: /10
8-9/10
I'm online everyday for a few hours. On weekends, I'm generally online for several more hours unless I doing other things.

Current pack [including the Strays]:
Southern Pack

Rank wanted:
Shaman / Spiritual Healer

Pack the rank is in:
Southern Pack

Why you'd like this rank:
I've had a good deal of experience in healing ranks, and I've always found that my favorite part of the rank was the fact that I was doing well for other people. I can never deny that the reason I pick these ranks over others is because I love helping people.

Roleplay sample:
All characters that are not Faverolle are NPCs.
    Faverolle discreetly sat upon the log that lay in the center of a sandy expanse; her mood, responding pleasantly to the balmy weather that ran through the wind that day. Sitting with decent posture, an erect back, and ears that rested slightly off to the side from the front; Faverolle tilted her level muzzle to the side as a sharp, barking sound pierced the silence of the serene, unfrequented stretch of sand. Faverolle's eyes spoke confusion of this, but nevertheless she locked her attention on this somewhat deviating scene. 
    Two darkly colored wolves, both unfamiliar from afar, trotted slowly over to the tract of sand Faverolle had been resting around. Among the two dark wolves, was one black wolf with a large, white blaze-like marking located on its underbelly; the other was a dark brown wolf with light brown highlights across its face and legs, a prominent difference between the two being that this dark brown wolf had a large, bleeding wound across his lower chest.
    "Hey, hey!" The black wolf shouted, his ears pressed tightly against the back of his head; inferring that some form of fear had struck this wolf as he sauntered closely to the log, "I don't know who you are, and you probably don't know us, but this wolf, my friend, desperately needs help at the moment." The black canine continued to stammer as he tilted the tip of his nose downward in another attempt to show the she-wolf, Faverolle, the real urgency of the situation.
     Faverolle's generally relaxed appearance transmogrified in a surprised manner to a combination of something confident, and alert, yet slightly scared or even terrified of this wolf's situation. The breadth of this wolf's knowledge of herbs would be rendered useless in this sandy stretch of land, so what was there to do? A wolf, likely to soon die of blood loss, was having it companion inquire for help in the middle of a dried out area without a single herb or healing remedy in sight. Well, of course this left Faverolle in a small state of panic, "W-why yes, I can quite clearly see as much; however, you've bumped into the right  wolf at this very moment lads." Faverolle stammered, her voice faltering as what was meant to be said was something confident, something that showed she was ready to act. Really though, it isn't everyday an injured wolf just appears out of the blue and asks for assistance. The wolves, obviously, look unconvinced that this wolf, Faverolle, was going to help them, "Well, I mean, we don't have anyone else to turn to so just see what she can do I suppose." The chocolate wolf mumbled, wincing as the pain of the wound shot through him.
    When you're in a real situation, where real skill is required, some might find that all ability is drained from their existence; others, not so much. Faverolle wasn't about to become one of those people whose breadth of skill leaves them at the very moment the need it most, and while her voice contradicted her appearance; this she-wolf would do what she could until real remedies were available.
    Letting out a gambado onto the ground, Faverolle walked up to the pair, specifically the injured of the two, "Alright, so if you're willing to comply, we can hopefully save this wolf. Since there are no healing remedies within a viewing range, everything I do will have to be a little more traditional for the time being." Faverolle voiced; this time allowing a more confident tone to take over, /Let's let these wolves think that they'll be okay because they hopefully will be../ Faverolle said to herself through her mind, a small phrase that repeated itself her a small while. The pair, thankfully, complied and did as the she-wolf asked during the "procedure" to help the injured canine.
    Laying the chocolate wolf upon his side, Faverolle pushed a rock underneath his head to lift up the lower chest area. Roosting beside him, Faverolle leaned over to lick the wound clean before dashing over to the log to pull out a piece of the bark for the wolf to chew on, "Mm, you, the black wolf, I'll need to you to stay here and apply pressure to his wound. If his gash is going to heal properly and without the chance of an infection, I must wander out and get the necessary healing herbs to prevent such and to heal the wound. Goldenrod, marigold, and burlock root should be all I really need. So, I likely won't be long; your friend will be alright, so just hang tight." Faverolle uttered before sprinting off in rapid, pell-mell manner as she disappeared behind a mound of land that lay around the tract of sand she had left the pair upon.
 
How fab r u bby:

FH username: Kittyn
Site name: Collo EPW (Signed up as kittyn)
Activity: Weekdays: 7/10 Weekends: 8/10
Current pack [including the Strays]: Eastern Pack
Rank wanted: Beta Male
Pack the rank is in: Eastern Pack
Why you'd like this rank: I want it so I'd get more of a challenge and more responsibility for myself.
Roleplay sample: The brute watched as the rabbit chewed at the grass. He rotated his shoulders, loosening them, preparing for a fast chase. Collo took a step forward, placing his less dominate paw in front so his push-off wouldn't be weak. He put his ears down and swept his tail of the grass before he pushed off toward the small prey before him. The rodent started to run, followed sharply by the male, who was reaching a paw out toward the rabbit's hind legs, trying to make it stumble. Coll succeeded and the rabbit tripped over his large paw, falling to the earth. The wolf quickly bit the creature, setting a large paw in its side before releasing and biting down on the tender neck. He panted, tired from the chase. The dark brute felt the body go limp, its dark eyes full of complete nothingness. He picked up the limp being, and walked back to camp, it swaying lightly as he started into a slow trot.
How fab r u bby: *throws cookies in the air* This much.