Post by kichiki on Feb 14, 2012 20:10:49 GMT -5
:: Personal ::
Character Name: Kichiki
Gender: Male
Breed: Chow Chow
Age: Five Years Old
:: Information ::
Image: www.cutepuppiesforsale.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Chow-Chow-Puppies-For-Sale-3.jpg
Appearance: Regal orange fur drapes Kichiki excluding only the back of his neck where an old ragged collar has embedded itself. Towering at 20 inches from the ground to his shoulder, he is often matted in mud and rain. Two inverted scars can be traced up into his neck. His relaxed posture conceals his serious nature, while Kichiki’s constantly twitching back-leg gives him a comical disposition.
Personality: Ferocious in political savvy and eloquent in speech, yet blunt personally. Kichiki is philosophical and believes in firm ideals; however, he is marvelous in realistic application. He tends to be unsocial preferring to be left to his own doings. Once within conversation he can forget himself and ramble. He dislikes treachery and the unintelligent. To befriend him is easy, to lose him is hard; to gain him back... Near impossible. Loyal to an extreme, he faithfully carries out tasks. Once a leader and always a leader. A lonely job.
History: Tumbling upon the floor, Kichiki could barely raise his head. Looks like the beast has had it. That voice; full of cold respite agonized the chow. Three times. Three times he had risen to the club; three times he had tasted the warm blood drip from his mussle upon the concrete. Only days ago he had been running freely about after his master had just came back from a dog show. He had come in third. I wasn’t good enough. He was thrown into the streets, collar and all. Starving, wet, and lonely he had unknowing jumped into the back of a dog fighters pickup. Humans, they are leeches. They are the scorn of the trees. Humans deserve nothing less than the infinite abyss of fruitless labor. These Humans! He growled as much as spit the thought. Rolling onto his feet, Kichiki leaped once again at the human connecting. The human was knocked out on the floor while his cigarette caught the tarp of rags laying about. Now walking down the street he glanced back at the roaring flames... The human drug just outside of its reach. I am no Human.
Relations: As much as Kichiki remembers he had one brother and a "first place" sister. His mother and father have long since died.
:: The Role Player::
RP Example: Furred knights of the glade, hear me! Ask yourself who preys upon the pack? Is it hunger? Time? Or the incompetence of a fragile Alpha! You are not mice cowering in the shade of tyranny; you are not ants designed to walk one by one to your deaths. No! You, my fellow canines, are the proud, true race defined by the flash of your teeth! I am a hunter as you stalk the wilds; I am a fighter at your side in the fields of war; I am an Alpha! Look upon our nation and I as the folds of Fate unravel our destines. Grasp that destiny that is rightfully yours: I have seized mine!
Miscellaneous " the object of war is not to die for one's country, it is to make the other poor dumb (person) die for his
- General George S. Patton
Other accounts none
OOC Name Kichiki
How long have you been "rp-ing?" First time "rp-ing"
How did you find this site? Google
Character Name: Kichiki
Gender: Male
Breed: Chow Chow
Age: Five Years Old
:: Information ::
Image: www.cutepuppiesforsale.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Chow-Chow-Puppies-For-Sale-3.jpg
Appearance: Regal orange fur drapes Kichiki excluding only the back of his neck where an old ragged collar has embedded itself. Towering at 20 inches from the ground to his shoulder, he is often matted in mud and rain. Two inverted scars can be traced up into his neck. His relaxed posture conceals his serious nature, while Kichiki’s constantly twitching back-leg gives him a comical disposition.
Personality: Ferocious in political savvy and eloquent in speech, yet blunt personally. Kichiki is philosophical and believes in firm ideals; however, he is marvelous in realistic application. He tends to be unsocial preferring to be left to his own doings. Once within conversation he can forget himself and ramble. He dislikes treachery and the unintelligent. To befriend him is easy, to lose him is hard; to gain him back... Near impossible. Loyal to an extreme, he faithfully carries out tasks. Once a leader and always a leader. A lonely job.
History: Tumbling upon the floor, Kichiki could barely raise his head. Looks like the beast has had it. That voice; full of cold respite agonized the chow. Three times. Three times he had risen to the club; three times he had tasted the warm blood drip from his mussle upon the concrete. Only days ago he had been running freely about after his master had just came back from a dog show. He had come in third. I wasn’t good enough. He was thrown into the streets, collar and all. Starving, wet, and lonely he had unknowing jumped into the back of a dog fighters pickup. Humans, they are leeches. They are the scorn of the trees. Humans deserve nothing less than the infinite abyss of fruitless labor. These Humans! He growled as much as spit the thought. Rolling onto his feet, Kichiki leaped once again at the human connecting. The human was knocked out on the floor while his cigarette caught the tarp of rags laying about. Now walking down the street he glanced back at the roaring flames... The human drug just outside of its reach. I am no Human.
Relations: As much as Kichiki remembers he had one brother and a "first place" sister. His mother and father have long since died.
:: The Role Player::
RP Example: Furred knights of the glade, hear me! Ask yourself who preys upon the pack? Is it hunger? Time? Or the incompetence of a fragile Alpha! You are not mice cowering in the shade of tyranny; you are not ants designed to walk one by one to your deaths. No! You, my fellow canines, are the proud, true race defined by the flash of your teeth! I am a hunter as you stalk the wilds; I am a fighter at your side in the fields of war; I am an Alpha! Look upon our nation and I as the folds of Fate unravel our destines. Grasp that destiny that is rightfully yours: I have seized mine!
Miscellaneous " the object of war is not to die for one's country, it is to make the other poor dumb (person) die for his
- General George S. Patton
Other accounts none
OOC Name Kichiki
How long have you been "rp-ing?" First time "rp-ing"
How did you find this site? Google
