Post by malaka on Mar 18, 2011 0:46:25 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Malaka
Gender: Female
Breed: Swedish Vallhund
Age: 3 Years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/795/85023550.JPG
Appearance: From her left ear to just above her right eye, Malaka has a scar. It is mostly covered by her fur, but since it has scar tissue, the fur grew much thinner so it is more noticeable. Malaka is roughly the size of a Corgi, though she is faster than most small dogs and even some of the larger ones.
Personality: Malaka, mostly due to her size, is quiet and doesn't like to be noticed. She tends to hide herself from other dogs, mostly to not get hurt phsyically though somewhere in her mind she is afraid of contact. She does not trust easily. Since she never really had any sort of comrades she is not used to contact or speech with other dogs. She rarely talks, unless it means keeping herself safe. Otherwise she does not care all that much to speak. She can appear to not be friendly, which is not out of the ordinary on the streets. In her isolation, Malaka has turned off the beat and track, per say. Not exactly insane, but not fully sane either. Sometimes she will look at humans and sometimes try and learn their way of speech to see what they are saying. Some of the aspects of being in a group with other canines are unknown to Malaka; as she has never participated in such groups. She does know some of the things going on in the rest of the city with the other strays, but only the raw outline. She hides herself from events, completely detaches herself.
History: Malaka has had a dull, lonely past. She was born in a dog shelter along with the rest of her litter. She grew up in the shelter's environment and was used to humans looking at her and handling her. She soon learned that the humans where looking for a dog to take home, and that mostly the pups were adopted sooner than the adults. When she was nine months old, it was her day. A few humans with a human child took her to their home. She didn't like the place from the get-go. To her, the feel of carpet under her paws and a pillow under her body as she slept was too soft. Too dull. There wasn't any acceleration in the soft cushioned house. After a dull few months, the human child clipped a rope onto Malaka's collar and led her outside. The world out of the same walls was wide and vast. There was so many new sights and smells not to mention other dogs. After the first time they went out for a walk, these walks became more and more frequent. Malaka loved it. One day, she tugged a little to hard from her human child, and the leash slipped from the young girl's hand. Malaka did not hesitate to get far out of reach, and run free. This was a mistake. She spent a miserable few weeks on the streets. The scar Malaka has now was given to her by a Doberman who she was sarcastic to. It was one smooth strike and her head was bleeding, the poor young dog was terrifed as the Doberman tore off her collar. Malaka ran like bloody hell to get away from the attacker; who made very unwanted guest appearances in her nightmares. That is not only how Malaka got her scar but why she then went into hiding, learning the hard way that the smaller you are the harder it is to live.
Relations: Malaka has a mother and three brothers. She had a father, too, but she never met him. She has never seen her mother and brothers after the day she left the Animal Shelter.
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example: Swiftly but silently; she struck like a snake and snatched the half eaten churro from the warm pavement. Quickley, the small dog hustled it back to the side of the boardwalk and sat with her back facing the edge. While scenting the air to see if there was any more dropped food about, Malaka listened to the chatter of human voices. She tried to translate the words from her mind, but could only catch a few. The humans' talk was fast and choppy, much like the sea today. Upon the thought, Malaka turned her head to the vast water out to her side. Here, being so far out on the boardwalk, the smell of sea-salt was strong and the sounds of waves slapping the wooden pillars that kept the boardwalk in the air was loud and clear. Out on the horizon, Malaka could spot gulls flying above the sea. After a few moments of hazy thoughts, Malaka paid attention to the task at hand; getting food. The dog stood up onto her stubby legs and glanced around. The area was clean, so she trotted towards land in search of more discarded scraps. The small dog's tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth, saliva dripping from the end of it every once and a while as she moved briskly forwards. Finally, her eyes beheld what she was looking for. A human child had dropped a whole hotdog onto the ground of the boardwalk. Several gulls dived, but Malaka had the upper hand. With the mass of humans moving around, the gulls couldn't get to the ground as fast as Malaka could snake her Vallhund body through the legs and feet of the humans. Her jaws closed around the warm hotdog as she gobbled the thing down before any gull could fight her for it. She watched in slight satisfaction as the gulls flew away reluctantly and moved off towards the land to find herself a place to spend the night.
Miscellaneous: Hi? XD
Other accounts: Not yet
OOC Name: Malaka is fine ^^
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Yes, I have done quite a few RPG's and I have held an admin position on three separate sites.
How long have you been RPing?: I've been RPing for three years I believe.
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one?: I found it while searching for a new RPG site to join on google.
Character Name: Malaka
Gender: Female
Breed: Swedish Vallhund
Age: 3 Years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/795/85023550.JPG
Appearance: From her left ear to just above her right eye, Malaka has a scar. It is mostly covered by her fur, but since it has scar tissue, the fur grew much thinner so it is more noticeable. Malaka is roughly the size of a Corgi, though she is faster than most small dogs and even some of the larger ones.
Personality: Malaka, mostly due to her size, is quiet and doesn't like to be noticed. She tends to hide herself from other dogs, mostly to not get hurt phsyically though somewhere in her mind she is afraid of contact. She does not trust easily. Since she never really had any sort of comrades she is not used to contact or speech with other dogs. She rarely talks, unless it means keeping herself safe. Otherwise she does not care all that much to speak. She can appear to not be friendly, which is not out of the ordinary on the streets. In her isolation, Malaka has turned off the beat and track, per say. Not exactly insane, but not fully sane either. Sometimes she will look at humans and sometimes try and learn their way of speech to see what they are saying. Some of the aspects of being in a group with other canines are unknown to Malaka; as she has never participated in such groups. She does know some of the things going on in the rest of the city with the other strays, but only the raw outline. She hides herself from events, completely detaches herself.
History: Malaka has had a dull, lonely past. She was born in a dog shelter along with the rest of her litter. She grew up in the shelter's environment and was used to humans looking at her and handling her. She soon learned that the humans where looking for a dog to take home, and that mostly the pups were adopted sooner than the adults. When she was nine months old, it was her day. A few humans with a human child took her to their home. She didn't like the place from the get-go. To her, the feel of carpet under her paws and a pillow under her body as she slept was too soft. Too dull. There wasn't any acceleration in the soft cushioned house. After a dull few months, the human child clipped a rope onto Malaka's collar and led her outside. The world out of the same walls was wide and vast. There was so many new sights and smells not to mention other dogs. After the first time they went out for a walk, these walks became more and more frequent. Malaka loved it. One day, she tugged a little to hard from her human child, and the leash slipped from the young girl's hand. Malaka did not hesitate to get far out of reach, and run free. This was a mistake. She spent a miserable few weeks on the streets. The scar Malaka has now was given to her by a Doberman who she was sarcastic to. It was one smooth strike and her head was bleeding, the poor young dog was terrifed as the Doberman tore off her collar. Malaka ran like bloody hell to get away from the attacker; who made very unwanted guest appearances in her nightmares. That is not only how Malaka got her scar but why she then went into hiding, learning the hard way that the smaller you are the harder it is to live.
Relations: Malaka has a mother and three brothers. She had a father, too, but she never met him. She has never seen her mother and brothers after the day she left the Animal Shelter.
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example: Swiftly but silently; she struck like a snake and snatched the half eaten churro from the warm pavement. Quickley, the small dog hustled it back to the side of the boardwalk and sat with her back facing the edge. While scenting the air to see if there was any more dropped food about, Malaka listened to the chatter of human voices. She tried to translate the words from her mind, but could only catch a few. The humans' talk was fast and choppy, much like the sea today. Upon the thought, Malaka turned her head to the vast water out to her side. Here, being so far out on the boardwalk, the smell of sea-salt was strong and the sounds of waves slapping the wooden pillars that kept the boardwalk in the air was loud and clear. Out on the horizon, Malaka could spot gulls flying above the sea. After a few moments of hazy thoughts, Malaka paid attention to the task at hand; getting food. The dog stood up onto her stubby legs and glanced around. The area was clean, so she trotted towards land in search of more discarded scraps. The small dog's tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth, saliva dripping from the end of it every once and a while as she moved briskly forwards. Finally, her eyes beheld what she was looking for. A human child had dropped a whole hotdog onto the ground of the boardwalk. Several gulls dived, but Malaka had the upper hand. With the mass of humans moving around, the gulls couldn't get to the ground as fast as Malaka could snake her Vallhund body through the legs and feet of the humans. Her jaws closed around the warm hotdog as she gobbled the thing down before any gull could fight her for it. She watched in slight satisfaction as the gulls flew away reluctantly and moved off towards the land to find herself a place to spend the night.
Miscellaneous: Hi? XD
Other accounts: Not yet
OOC Name: Malaka is fine ^^
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: Yes, I have done quite a few RPG's and I have held an admin position on three separate sites.
How long have you been RPing?: I've been RPing for three years I believe.
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one?: I found it while searching for a new RPG site to join on google.