Example of an Application by Frost

[Frost]

This is in no way an example that you should use to influence your own writing or copy in any way...just came across it, and since the story as a whole is nowhere to be found anymore, I thought I'd share my application for a character from a few years back. Let me know what you think!

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Alias: Frost
Application Number: First

Application Category: Vermin

Character Name: Karrde Hazeye, a male fox

Application: "Keep yer paw out, ya lily pad, or I'll cut it off!" The larger rat chewed at the piece of bark nestled in his cheek, spat a torrid stain into the darkness below his footpaws, and dug his claws deep into the soft flesh of the smaller rat's upturned paw. The fox sat a few steps away, his empty mug held up to his lips. As the fox watched, the smaller rat howled and trembled in the clutches of a ferret and weasel, his eyes spilling hot tears down his stained cheeks. The weasel and ferret laughed as the injured rat fell to his knees pleading before his tormentor, his eyes wide.

"P—plea—"

The larger rat glanced towards the fox. Their eyes met; the fox blinked slowly.

"Argh, off wi' yer!" The larger rat kicked the smaller one into a somersault, upsetting several tables and generating a chorus of swears and hollers from doused patrons. He chuckled and shook his head at the sight, tugging an oily rag from his waistband to clean the blood from his paw. "An' buy 'em all a fresh round while yer at it!" He waved to the happy 'hurrah's and pulled out a rickety chair across from the fox.

The fox lowered his mug and nodded to the rat, leaning forward on his folded elbows. "Still using your own paws, Muckey?"

"What'd yer have me do, Karrde? Use a blade like you?" Muckey flexed his paw and smiled at the wicked points that jutted out in the firelight. "I ain't the sort t'worry about 'pearances."

"I doubt the guests of your bedchambers—lady or otherwise—don't mind your lack of manners, either," Karrde said, a sly smirk escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Yer mother—!" Muckey lashed out with his extended claws, his swipe aimed for Karrde's face. The fox heaved backwards, kicking the footpaws out from under Muckey as the rat tore three gashes through the front of the fox's faded military jacket. Muckey struck the table jaw-first with a crackk, stunned and infuriated. He pushed upwards with both paws, growling. The tavern grew quiet. Karrde spun the pewter mug in his paw and buffeted the rat with a volley of forepaws and backpaws. He dropped the dented mug, grabbed the rat by the tip of his headfur and rammed his head against the table before throwing him back against his chair.

Muckey's eyes spun in his skull as he moaned, his face a contusion of welts and gashes. Karrde inspected his torn jacket with a long inhale, slowly returning his gaze to the rat with the exhale. "You've damaged an officer's uniform," he said softly. A line of spittle dripped from the edge of Muckey's mouth as Karrde leaned towards him. "Do you know what you've done?"

Muckey spat a crimson glob onto Karrde's collar. "Moh—moh—mother—"

Karrde grinned. The blade moved swiftly, his paws swifter. Muckey gurgled and wheezed and finally collapsed onto the blade, burying it further into his obese belly. Karrde ripped the oily cloth from Muckey's dead paw, wiped at his collar and threw the cloth onto the rat's back. He reached into various pockets of the rat, drawing out a pawful of assorted coins and an impressive silver pocket watch.

"Muckey's buying!" Karrde called over his shoulder, pocketing the watch. He ignored the cheerful shouts around him and walked up to the smaller rat tying a bloody cloth around his hurt paw. The rat looked up and gasped as Karrde bent towards him.

"Blacksnout, isn't it?" Karrde asked. The rat nodded, his gaze frozen on Karrde's filmy left eye. The fox nodded and dumped the assorted coinage into Blacksnout's good paw. "This is for the round you bought, and the round Muckey's buying. Keep what's left over." Before Blacksnout could revel in his good fortune, Karrde gripped the rat by the scruff of his neck and pulled him close to his fangs. "You work for me now," Karrde hissed. "Do you understand? Good; be at the southeastern pier tonight at four bells. Don't let me send somebeast to find you."

Karrde straightened and smiled to Blacksnout before turning and leaving the tavern.