Post by Lady Albino on Dec 16, 2008 22:57:29 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Fang
Gender: Male
Breed: German Shepherd
Age: 2 years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: Bow wow
Appearance:
build, fangs, scars, pelt, eyes
**build
His body is strong in the powerful ways a dog normally is. Long legs, with powerful muscles in the hind ones to help him drag down prey. Wiry, but agile. Muscles in his jaw that could crush the throat of an enemy in moments if at all necessary.
**fangs
Gleaming, white, dagger sharp. Deadly weapons of destruction though barely shown from his muzzle. His teeth almost seem to gleam. Not at all yellow despite his life as a stray. His fangs of course are the derivation of his name. Known possibly for his ability to use them to cut through sinewy muscle with seemingly little effort.
**scars
Life when you're a freak is hard. Fang has many scars throughout his pelt. Ragged marks zigzag acrossed his muscles in a twisted x shape. A hideous scar parts the fur on his left shoulder, his right flank has a twisted mark from a battle long ago.
**pelt
Besides his eyes the strangest attribute of Fang is his pelt. Despite the fact that he is a German Shepherd his fur is a pure and gleaming white. He takes great care to taking care of his fur, for the slightest amount of grime shows on his snowy fur. It is of medium length and slightly fluffy.
**eyes
His eyes are an unsettling shade of pinkish red. As is the color of his nose. His eyes are the windows into his very soul. What he thinks is mostly portrayed on his facial expressions. He often has a haunted look in his eyes.
Personality:
loner, kind, quiet, paranoid, dark
**loner
Loneliness is the life of a dog labled as a freak. Most dogs are afraid of his strange pelt that does not go with his breed, his eyes that no animal has ever seen on a dog. Fear turns to hatred, and Fang has found himself utterly alone in the world. No friend's, no love.
**kind
Despite his ragged appearance Fang is as sweet as honey. Loving, caring, always willing to lend a paw if only to gain some mild acceptance among the dogs about him. He finds himself helping other animals too.
**quiet
Finds himself tongue-tied when around other dogs. His quiet nature is often percieved as something a bit like cold hatred towards the world around him. He just feels flabbergasted as to what he should say.
**dark
Not one to think life can turn a leaf. He always feels that if something good happens it is only a matter of time before it vanishes. He can seem very off-putting of the occasional helping paw.
History:
Intro, puppy-hood, life on the streets, first fight
**introduction
His mother was a dog named Kyria. His father was a dog named Siron. He had three brothers, Snaggle, Rage, and Finrion.
**puppy-hood
His mother loved him more than anything but his father was ashamed at the strange eyes and the color of his pelt. He ate last, and Snaggle, Rage and Finrion learned to shun their brother quickly. Life became short of a hell for him. When he was old enough to last he left them behind.
**life-on-the-streets
No better was his life out in the streets. He went hungry, and his snow-white pelt would be covered with grime. Often he was chased from groups when they discovered his eye color or saw the true color of his pelt. He became resentful, quiet and sure that others hated him.
Then he met Selene, a cat. He loved her like a sister and the two animals worked together to do everything. Then, one horrible night he found Selene dead at the mouth of an alley. A terrible doberman named Ponco had murdered her. Desperate to avenge his friend and stop the dog from reigning terror on the animals of the city.
**first-fight
The fight with Ponco had been terrible. Fang surely would have lost if not for a moment of split second cunning. He had been backed up, to the edge of the bridge. Ponco had jumped and Fang had twisted away. Ponco had plunged far below into the river. Ponco's dogs attacked and savagely beat Fang. He was left with the terrible scars he still carries today.
Relations: Does your dog have any family, puppies, or a mate? Are they alive, or deceased?
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example:
[The following is a derivation from my fanfiction; Hayate Hero (A Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfiction) I wrote this, it's my idea. No stealy, though FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and the lovely people at Bones.]
I covered my ears. If there is anything, anything that I hate more than Riza-chan's guns pointing at me it's that pint sized alchemist. Yeah, that toe-headed, golden eyed and incredibly loud little kid. There has not been one moment when he does not come in and scream at one point or another. I hate it, it makes me want to bite him. I almost consider it, but I think he might kick me if I did. He looks like a dog kicker when he's angry.
Sorry, I suppose I haven't formally introduced myself. My name is Black Hayate Hawkeye, the first. You can call me Hayate though. It's okay, a lot of people do it. Oh yeah, and I'm a dog. Well, since I'm only a month old I guess you'd call me a puppy, but still. I live in this city, in the home with my mommy. She's that pretty lady who looks all annoyed in the corner, the one whose blonde with hazel eyes. Her name is Riza, but I call her Riza-chan. The little bean-kid is called Full-somethin-or-another. I don't really pay attention because, as you read earlier, I really don't care for him much. He works with Riza-chan, but he's gone more than the others are. Oh, I guess I should introduce the others too.
Well first of all there is that really big guy, you know, the one whose metal. He looks really scary, and there isn't anything inside of him. He smells like metal and ghosts, but he's actually really nice. He cuddles with me and pets my ears. He definitely is not a dog kicker. (The small Full-somethin-or-another hasn't actually ever KICKED me but you know...) His name is Alphonse, and he always walks around with Full-somethin-or-another.
Then there's that guy at the desk. I kind of like him because my Riza-chan talks about him a lot at home to me. (Dogs are wonderful keepers of secrets you know!) He's pretty handsome for a human male, and he's got really dark hair that hangs in dark eyes. I call him Roy-sama.
Then there's the guy who always has that smoky stick in his mouth. He's fun, and despite the fact that he said he'd eat me once, I don't mind him much. I still feel kind of creepy with him around. He's Havoc.
Ah, I see you've spotted the small guy. Not the really small one, mind you, the one with glasses and black hair right? He's really really nice. He found me in the rain and gave me to Riza-chan. (One of the most wonderful and yet equally terrifying moments in my life) He's Kaine-kun, and he plays with me and visits me.
The other guy, the one with squinty eyes, he doesn't say much ever. He's kind of a keep to yourself smart guy. He pets me though, and he doesn't yell so that is a big plus. He's Falman, or Vato. I've heard him called both before.
Then there's the guy with the glasses. I really like him, he's fun to play with and he really likes his human-she-pup. She's cute in my opinion, and I'd like to play with her someday. He shows off a lot of pictures, and he can be really loud. Still, he has that smell about him that is also calm under all that hyper-activity. That one's name is Hughes, as far as I can tell his baby's name is Elysia or something like it.
There is that huge guy too. I do NOT like him. He scares me, and he always says things that really make no sense whatsoever. He likes to rip his outer fur off, and everytime he's around he has these little sparklies. I tried to eat one once and I figured out that it was the sun reflecting off of his sweat or something. HE STINKS! Still, he has nice eyes when you get close enough to him. He's Armstrong...trust me, I know, he screams it like everytime you run into him. ALEX LOUISE ARMSTRONG THE STRONG-ARMED ALCHEMIST! Sheesh!!
Ah, and then we get to one of my personal favorites. He's really chubby, and fun to be around. He has a big booming laugh, and really red hair. He's called Breda. He plays with me all the time, running around and letting me chase him. It's so sweet! I love chasing things, and he's just soooo much fun to...well chase.
That's everybody, down to me. Oh, and then there is this girl behind Alphonse, she's pretty. She smells like oil and gas, and it burns my nose though. I have no idea what her name is. Meanwhile, the Full-somethin-or-another was screaming at Roy-sama. Again. Something about being short. Again. Now I know that being a puppy makes me fairly small, but the kid IS short for a human, why doesn't he just admit this to himself? Sheesh, sometimes I wish these guys could see life from an animal's perspective. Maybe human's would figure out how to learn from their mistakes.
Miscellaneous: No stealy my ficcy. I bite you if you do. -baresteeth-
Other accounts: Not heeeeere...
OOC Name: Lady Albino
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Oh yeah
How long have you been RPing?: Th...threeeeee? Yeah, three years.
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Warriors: Four Clans of The Forest, I was browsing Stripeness's sigs.
Character Name: Fang
Gender: Male
Breed: German Shepherd
Age: 2 years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: Bow wow
Appearance:
build, fangs, scars, pelt, eyes
**build
His body is strong in the powerful ways a dog normally is. Long legs, with powerful muscles in the hind ones to help him drag down prey. Wiry, but agile. Muscles in his jaw that could crush the throat of an enemy in moments if at all necessary.
**fangs
Gleaming, white, dagger sharp. Deadly weapons of destruction though barely shown from his muzzle. His teeth almost seem to gleam. Not at all yellow despite his life as a stray. His fangs of course are the derivation of his name. Known possibly for his ability to use them to cut through sinewy muscle with seemingly little effort.
**scars
Life when you're a freak is hard. Fang has many scars throughout his pelt. Ragged marks zigzag acrossed his muscles in a twisted x shape. A hideous scar parts the fur on his left shoulder, his right flank has a twisted mark from a battle long ago.
**pelt
Besides his eyes the strangest attribute of Fang is his pelt. Despite the fact that he is a German Shepherd his fur is a pure and gleaming white. He takes great care to taking care of his fur, for the slightest amount of grime shows on his snowy fur. It is of medium length and slightly fluffy.
**eyes
His eyes are an unsettling shade of pinkish red. As is the color of his nose. His eyes are the windows into his very soul. What he thinks is mostly portrayed on his facial expressions. He often has a haunted look in his eyes.
Personality:
loner, kind, quiet, paranoid, dark
**loner
Loneliness is the life of a dog labled as a freak. Most dogs are afraid of his strange pelt that does not go with his breed, his eyes that no animal has ever seen on a dog. Fear turns to hatred, and Fang has found himself utterly alone in the world. No friend's, no love.
**kind
Despite his ragged appearance Fang is as sweet as honey. Loving, caring, always willing to lend a paw if only to gain some mild acceptance among the dogs about him. He finds himself helping other animals too.
**quiet
Finds himself tongue-tied when around other dogs. His quiet nature is often percieved as something a bit like cold hatred towards the world around him. He just feels flabbergasted as to what he should say.
**dark
Not one to think life can turn a leaf. He always feels that if something good happens it is only a matter of time before it vanishes. He can seem very off-putting of the occasional helping paw.
History:
Intro, puppy-hood, life on the streets, first fight
**introduction
His mother was a dog named Kyria. His father was a dog named Siron. He had three brothers, Snaggle, Rage, and Finrion.
**puppy-hood
His mother loved him more than anything but his father was ashamed at the strange eyes and the color of his pelt. He ate last, and Snaggle, Rage and Finrion learned to shun their brother quickly. Life became short of a hell for him. When he was old enough to last he left them behind.
**life-on-the-streets
No better was his life out in the streets. He went hungry, and his snow-white pelt would be covered with grime. Often he was chased from groups when they discovered his eye color or saw the true color of his pelt. He became resentful, quiet and sure that others hated him.
Then he met Selene, a cat. He loved her like a sister and the two animals worked together to do everything. Then, one horrible night he found Selene dead at the mouth of an alley. A terrible doberman named Ponco had murdered her. Desperate to avenge his friend and stop the dog from reigning terror on the animals of the city.
**first-fight
The fight with Ponco had been terrible. Fang surely would have lost if not for a moment of split second cunning. He had been backed up, to the edge of the bridge. Ponco had jumped and Fang had twisted away. Ponco had plunged far below into the river. Ponco's dogs attacked and savagely beat Fang. He was left with the terrible scars he still carries today.
Relations: Does your dog have any family, puppies, or a mate? Are they alive, or deceased?
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example:
[The following is a derivation from my fanfiction; Hayate Hero (A Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfiction) I wrote this, it's my idea. No stealy, though FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and the lovely people at Bones.]
I covered my ears. If there is anything, anything that I hate more than Riza-chan's guns pointing at me it's that pint sized alchemist. Yeah, that toe-headed, golden eyed and incredibly loud little kid. There has not been one moment when he does not come in and scream at one point or another. I hate it, it makes me want to bite him. I almost consider it, but I think he might kick me if I did. He looks like a dog kicker when he's angry.
Sorry, I suppose I haven't formally introduced myself. My name is Black Hayate Hawkeye, the first. You can call me Hayate though. It's okay, a lot of people do it. Oh yeah, and I'm a dog. Well, since I'm only a month old I guess you'd call me a puppy, but still. I live in this city, in the home with my mommy. She's that pretty lady who looks all annoyed in the corner, the one whose blonde with hazel eyes. Her name is Riza, but I call her Riza-chan. The little bean-kid is called Full-somethin-or-another. I don't really pay attention because, as you read earlier, I really don't care for him much. He works with Riza-chan, but he's gone more than the others are. Oh, I guess I should introduce the others too.
Well first of all there is that really big guy, you know, the one whose metal. He looks really scary, and there isn't anything inside of him. He smells like metal and ghosts, but he's actually really nice. He cuddles with me and pets my ears. He definitely is not a dog kicker. (The small Full-somethin-or-another hasn't actually ever KICKED me but you know...) His name is Alphonse, and he always walks around with Full-somethin-or-another.
Then there's that guy at the desk. I kind of like him because my Riza-chan talks about him a lot at home to me. (Dogs are wonderful keepers of secrets you know!) He's pretty handsome for a human male, and he's got really dark hair that hangs in dark eyes. I call him Roy-sama.
Then there's the guy who always has that smoky stick in his mouth. He's fun, and despite the fact that he said he'd eat me once, I don't mind him much. I still feel kind of creepy with him around. He's Havoc.
Ah, I see you've spotted the small guy. Not the really small one, mind you, the one with glasses and black hair right? He's really really nice. He found me in the rain and gave me to Riza-chan. (One of the most wonderful and yet equally terrifying moments in my life) He's Kaine-kun, and he plays with me and visits me.
The other guy, the one with squinty eyes, he doesn't say much ever. He's kind of a keep to yourself smart guy. He pets me though, and he doesn't yell so that is a big plus. He's Falman, or Vato. I've heard him called both before.
Then there's the guy with the glasses. I really like him, he's fun to play with and he really likes his human-she-pup. She's cute in my opinion, and I'd like to play with her someday. He shows off a lot of pictures, and he can be really loud. Still, he has that smell about him that is also calm under all that hyper-activity. That one's name is Hughes, as far as I can tell his baby's name is Elysia or something like it.
There is that huge guy too. I do NOT like him. He scares me, and he always says things that really make no sense whatsoever. He likes to rip his outer fur off, and everytime he's around he has these little sparklies. I tried to eat one once and I figured out that it was the sun reflecting off of his sweat or something. HE STINKS! Still, he has nice eyes when you get close enough to him. He's Armstrong...trust me, I know, he screams it like everytime you run into him. ALEX LOUISE ARMSTRONG THE STRONG-ARMED ALCHEMIST! Sheesh!!
Ah, and then we get to one of my personal favorites. He's really chubby, and fun to be around. He has a big booming laugh, and really red hair. He's called Breda. He plays with me all the time, running around and letting me chase him. It's so sweet! I love chasing things, and he's just soooo much fun to...well chase.
That's everybody, down to me. Oh, and then there is this girl behind Alphonse, she's pretty. She smells like oil and gas, and it burns my nose though. I have no idea what her name is. Meanwhile, the Full-somethin-or-another was screaming at Roy-sama. Again. Something about being short. Again. Now I know that being a puppy makes me fairly small, but the kid IS short for a human, why doesn't he just admit this to himself? Sheesh, sometimes I wish these guys could see life from an animal's perspective. Maybe human's would figure out how to learn from their mistakes.
Miscellaneous: No stealy my ficcy. I bite you if you do. -baresteeth-
Other accounts: Not heeeeere...
OOC Name: Lady Albino
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Oh yeah
How long have you been RPing?: Th...threeeeee? Yeah, three years.
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Warriors: Four Clans of The Forest, I was browsing Stripeness's sigs.
