Post by {Imp}ulse on Aug 11, 2009 11:04:01 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Impulse
Gender: Male
Breed: Red Nose Pit Bull
Age: Three years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image:
Appearance: Impulse is a mix of red nose pit, and some other large breed. He does not, however, know what the breed is. Still, he almost looks like a purebred. His coat is a natural red fawn look, short hair and only slightly sheds. His chest has some white splatters on it, but other than that he is basically all fawn colored. On his back left paw his toes are colored white, along with a small white spot on his front right toe. Impulse's tail is long and slightly curved, and his ears hang. Impulse is a bit larger than most pit bulls, he is around the size of a german shepherd. The male's lips hang, but not in a mastiff kind of way- only a little. Impulse was recently picked up by the pound, and they put a chain collar around him. It's not tight, but when he escaped he kept it on. The pit bull's eyes are yellow, with the slightest tint of white. Sometimes his face can be stern and serious, but most of the time it matches his personality. Like most pitts, Impulse is muscular, and his jaw is the kind where he bites but doesn't let go. A snap jaw.
Personality: Impulse can not be discribed as a nice dog, nor an evil. He is pretty much neutral when it comes to that. He is tough, but adores pups in every way possible. He loves to fight, but can be respectfull and loyal. His main, all around popular triat is the fact that he is a flirty little dog. Impulse wouldn't exactly be called a cheater, he rarely does it. It's more like, meet a femme, "date" or whatever you call it, then never see her again. He breaks their hearts, using his charm and good looks. When it comes to males, he will either befriend them or hate them. All and all it depends on their beliefs and personality. He would like to join a pack where they are a bit tougher, but not evil nor lukewarm. Pups are one of his favorite things, he's a natural daddy- he loves to play and playfight with them. Feas are his favoirte out of all, he's a flirt, a charmer, and a heartbreaker. Impulse doens't think that there is a dog out there who can tame him and keep him for themselves. And if they do, he probably will fall into temptation and cheat.
History: Will put history in RP sample
Relations: None
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example: The night ended only a few hours earlier, the sun had risin past the endless forest and now was slowly making it's way up the sky. The air was humid and warm, around fifty somthing degrees, and the summer heat would only rise. The clouds only covered parts of the sky on this day, leaving the sun clear and the teal sky showing. If you were at a waterfall, or a mountain, or even a beach this would look beautifull. However, at the forsaken church beautiful was an unknown word. The churches flooring was old wood, moist and molded from rain. Most of the once georgous window's were now shatterd and had cob webs on every corner. There were still traces of glass particals scattered along the floor, sharp edges promoting a saftey hazzard. The buidling was old and lopsided, creaking with every breath of wind, and the gravestones outside were half covered by the large willow trees. But wasn't this every Dire's dream?
The Dire pack had been nicely lead by Wraith for a while now, no doubt about it she was a well respected leader and a perfect example of Dire. However, for Deja Vu, he would not be lead by a female ruler. The mastiff mix believes that a male should lead, and a female must only have the duty of chores. Some such as birthing, hunting, and caring for their pups. Deja Vu could even tolerate some feas to protect the pack lands, only the strong ones though. He wasn't like most Dire members, he didn't have an entire lust for murder, or rape. No. He believed that kill all you like- but have a reason. Even with this quality, no dog could ever call him nice. Pups are only usfull for one thing, making a pack stronger. For him, Deja Vu will take the strongest male pup out of a litter and train him. Infact a litter of his was to be born soon- a male pup named Temper.
Love and compassion, those weren't apart of his life. He would make a good leader, that was his goal in life. To lead a pack and grow in size. Soon to take over whichever city they live in. He'd pretty much been working on that since his father took him in and raised him to be one. Deja Vu was then put to the test, humans took him and made him a fighter dog. One day the police caught them, but Deja Vu managed to escape. The male regrets nothing of his past though, to him it only made him stronger. The mastiff would, however, offer one thing to the former alpha. That would be that she could reside as beta if she were to step down or loose. This would be a one time thing only becasuse of her expirence and skill- that is IF he won.
Deja Vu is a large english mastiff, with a little bit of bull mastiff and great dane. His size is between a dane and english mastiff, but the bull has no visable features. He is well built and muscular, large and powerful. He is not the fastest dog around, just normal speed for his breed. Nor the most agile, so you couldn't stick him on a beam and expect him to walk across without falling. Still, he is a natural born fighter what with his past expirence and appearance. His entire coat is black brindle with different shades of brown stripes. Along his neck and chest is a crooked white line, relieving into a splotch at his chest. Deja Vu's eyes are round with a color of orange and brown, showing no mercy and a stern feature. His upper lips are not as droopy as mastiffs or danes though- unsure of where he got that, and the male's lips are cursed more a grey color than black. Tight around Deja Vu's neck is a brown and black leather collar, with a click on buckle. He could've easily gotten it off- but it has some sort of meaning to him.
The sun rose almost halfway up the sky, allowing light to stream through the old cracked windows. Deja Vu made his way near the door of the church, a cracking sound echoed as he stepped on the dead grass. He could look around and see the shattered glass laying around; glistening from the light that the sun gave. This was Dire territory, smells embraced the place strongly. Deja Vu is a Dire member, but he seeked for more. Much more. He walked around the land, breathing in the air of his surrounding. He wonderd if Wraith was nearby, hoping that she was so she would arrive. He had left somthing of little notes, marking a tree now and then. When you mark a scent, you can pretty much say anything. He did this dominantly, and obviously he is a subordinate. He did this to show her that he is a challenger.
The male had herd a few things about Wraith, she was a husky mix of some sort. However, there was one major detail of the fea that he herd- that pushe Deja Vu over the edge to challenge. He had herd that she was barren, unable to birth a litter. To the mastiff, that was one of the only uses for a fea, and without it- she was near useless. Now, this was all in his mind; she is not useless, but it's just Deja Vu's beliefs. At last the male mastiff had made his way all the way around the church, marking a scent every so often as a sign of a challenge. Then he leaned back his head and curved his gray / black lips. He let off a low howl, emitting into the air. Similar to a wolf's, it called for Wraith. Challenging her for the position of alpha for Dire.
Miscellaneous: No
Other accounts: No
OOC Name: Imp or Impulse
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: No, first one
How long have you been RPing?: First one
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? Google[/size]
Character Name: Impulse
Gender: Male
Breed: Red Nose Pit Bull
Age: Three years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image:
Appearance: Impulse is a mix of red nose pit, and some other large breed. He does not, however, know what the breed is. Still, he almost looks like a purebred. His coat is a natural red fawn look, short hair and only slightly sheds. His chest has some white splatters on it, but other than that he is basically all fawn colored. On his back left paw his toes are colored white, along with a small white spot on his front right toe. Impulse's tail is long and slightly curved, and his ears hang. Impulse is a bit larger than most pit bulls, he is around the size of a german shepherd. The male's lips hang, but not in a mastiff kind of way- only a little. Impulse was recently picked up by the pound, and they put a chain collar around him. It's not tight, but when he escaped he kept it on. The pit bull's eyes are yellow, with the slightest tint of white. Sometimes his face can be stern and serious, but most of the time it matches his personality. Like most pitts, Impulse is muscular, and his jaw is the kind where he bites but doesn't let go. A snap jaw.
Personality: Impulse can not be discribed as a nice dog, nor an evil. He is pretty much neutral when it comes to that. He is tough, but adores pups in every way possible. He loves to fight, but can be respectfull and loyal. His main, all around popular triat is the fact that he is a flirty little dog. Impulse wouldn't exactly be called a cheater, he rarely does it. It's more like, meet a femme, "date" or whatever you call it, then never see her again. He breaks their hearts, using his charm and good looks. When it comes to males, he will either befriend them or hate them. All and all it depends on their beliefs and personality. He would like to join a pack where they are a bit tougher, but not evil nor lukewarm. Pups are one of his favorite things, he's a natural daddy- he loves to play and playfight with them. Feas are his favoirte out of all, he's a flirt, a charmer, and a heartbreaker. Impulse doens't think that there is a dog out there who can tame him and keep him for themselves. And if they do, he probably will fall into temptation and cheat.
History: Will put history in RP sample
Relations: None
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example: The night ended only a few hours earlier, the sun had risin past the endless forest and now was slowly making it's way up the sky. The air was humid and warm, around fifty somthing degrees, and the summer heat would only rise. The clouds only covered parts of the sky on this day, leaving the sun clear and the teal sky showing. If you were at a waterfall, or a mountain, or even a beach this would look beautifull. However, at the forsaken church beautiful was an unknown word. The churches flooring was old wood, moist and molded from rain. Most of the once georgous window's were now shatterd and had cob webs on every corner. There were still traces of glass particals scattered along the floor, sharp edges promoting a saftey hazzard. The buidling was old and lopsided, creaking with every breath of wind, and the gravestones outside were half covered by the large willow trees. But wasn't this every Dire's dream?
The Dire pack had been nicely lead by Wraith for a while now, no doubt about it she was a well respected leader and a perfect example of Dire. However, for Deja Vu, he would not be lead by a female ruler. The mastiff mix believes that a male should lead, and a female must only have the duty of chores. Some such as birthing, hunting, and caring for their pups. Deja Vu could even tolerate some feas to protect the pack lands, only the strong ones though. He wasn't like most Dire members, he didn't have an entire lust for murder, or rape. No. He believed that kill all you like- but have a reason. Even with this quality, no dog could ever call him nice. Pups are only usfull for one thing, making a pack stronger. For him, Deja Vu will take the strongest male pup out of a litter and train him. Infact a litter of his was to be born soon- a male pup named Temper.
Love and compassion, those weren't apart of his life. He would make a good leader, that was his goal in life. To lead a pack and grow in size. Soon to take over whichever city they live in. He'd pretty much been working on that since his father took him in and raised him to be one. Deja Vu was then put to the test, humans took him and made him a fighter dog. One day the police caught them, but Deja Vu managed to escape. The male regrets nothing of his past though, to him it only made him stronger. The mastiff would, however, offer one thing to the former alpha. That would be that she could reside as beta if she were to step down or loose. This would be a one time thing only becasuse of her expirence and skill- that is IF he won.
Deja Vu is a large english mastiff, with a little bit of bull mastiff and great dane. His size is between a dane and english mastiff, but the bull has no visable features. He is well built and muscular, large and powerful. He is not the fastest dog around, just normal speed for his breed. Nor the most agile, so you couldn't stick him on a beam and expect him to walk across without falling. Still, he is a natural born fighter what with his past expirence and appearance. His entire coat is black brindle with different shades of brown stripes. Along his neck and chest is a crooked white line, relieving into a splotch at his chest. Deja Vu's eyes are round with a color of orange and brown, showing no mercy and a stern feature. His upper lips are not as droopy as mastiffs or danes though- unsure of where he got that, and the male's lips are cursed more a grey color than black. Tight around Deja Vu's neck is a brown and black leather collar, with a click on buckle. He could've easily gotten it off- but it has some sort of meaning to him.
The sun rose almost halfway up the sky, allowing light to stream through the old cracked windows. Deja Vu made his way near the door of the church, a cracking sound echoed as he stepped on the dead grass. He could look around and see the shattered glass laying around; glistening from the light that the sun gave. This was Dire territory, smells embraced the place strongly. Deja Vu is a Dire member, but he seeked for more. Much more. He walked around the land, breathing in the air of his surrounding. He wonderd if Wraith was nearby, hoping that she was so she would arrive. He had left somthing of little notes, marking a tree now and then. When you mark a scent, you can pretty much say anything. He did this dominantly, and obviously he is a subordinate. He did this to show her that he is a challenger.
The male had herd a few things about Wraith, she was a husky mix of some sort. However, there was one major detail of the fea that he herd- that pushe Deja Vu over the edge to challenge. He had herd that she was barren, unable to birth a litter. To the mastiff, that was one of the only uses for a fea, and without it- she was near useless. Now, this was all in his mind; she is not useless, but it's just Deja Vu's beliefs. At last the male mastiff had made his way all the way around the church, marking a scent every so often as a sign of a challenge. Then he leaned back his head and curved his gray / black lips. He let off a low howl, emitting into the air. Similar to a wolf's, it called for Wraith. Challenging her for the position of alpha for Dire.
Miscellaneous: No
Other accounts: No
OOC Name: Imp or Impulse
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: No, first one
How long have you been RPing?: First one
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? Google[/size]