Post by alexa on Dec 6, 2008 19:00:41 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Ghost
Gender: Male
Breed: Border Collie mix
Age: 4 years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: Bow wow
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Relations: No
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example:
Miscellaneous: I think this layout is really cool.
Other accounts: No
OOC Name: A L E X A
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: YES, LOTS
How long have you been RPing?: 2-3 years?
How did you find our site? : a site called Silent Creek
Character Name: Ghost
Gender: Male
Breed: Border Collie mix
Age: 4 years
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: Bow wow
Appearance:
I think I'm a handsome dog; I have very soft fur that I try to keep groomed and un-tangled. My fur is a white and black blend that almost glows in the moonlight, I like it, it makes me feel stronger.
My eyes are a brown hazel that have streaks of gold in them. I geuss they work fine for me, at least I can see fine.
As for my build, I'm not fat. But I geuss that comes from not eating a lot of food; it's hard enough to find decent scraps to sate yourself nowadays. I'm not athletic, but I could be... I don't think I want to apply myself to the training now; I'm getting on in my years.
total;; 120 words
Personality:
I'm not sure if I'm a normal dog; however you define normal. I'm not so sure what normal is now, I'm not sure if anyone's normal. But I think if no one's normal then am I okay? I can't decide, I know the brain isn't where your feeling are. That's your heart.
Still, I don't know if there's a flaw in my brain; maybe... But the cause doesn't matter, just the effect and the effect is that I don't click with anyone. Most dogs say I'm a loner, I don't hate other dogs I just like my privacy and alone space.
Besides my brain flaw I think I'm a pretty mellow pup. I mean I'm not huffy like some dogs I know. And I don't have like a big pride that I guard with my life. I swear I don't like fighting, I'd rather follow a leader quietly then fight for the lead position.
total;; 152 words
History:
quietly a puppy is born in the streets; under the faint glow of a street lamp and the chill of the new year. the date is 01/01, january 1st. a time for new beginnings; but not for this puppy. our friend is doomed to his mother's death in a few weeks and slavery in another few. he is taken under the wind of an old dog named jared, jared wants our friend to work his tail off for him.
our friend spends a year or more working for jared, getting food, begging and the like. he hates it, but under jared's sharp eye he can't escape.
I watch Jared leave our 'den', he is limping I geuss the cold is getting to his bones. I sigh, the life of a slave is not for any dog. No one should be subject to such tourture.
The cold whips through our cardboard den; it is freezing. The frost will set in soon, the sun is setting and I will curl up alone again. For the millionth time, Jared in his warm bed of blankets. I start to get angry, my eyes automaticaly blink a million times. I squint and shiver my heart cold as the bleak sky above my head.
that was our friend's misery in his early years. he delt with it though; and that night jared didn't come back. although our friend doesn't know this, jared died in a car accedent when he couldn't move swiftly enough.
our friend waits for weeks in the cold snow and when he is faint with hunger he stumbles away from his prison and out on his own.
total;; 269 words
Relations: No
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::[/b]
RP example:
1st
The noise is too much. The dog trots to the busy streets and pauses at the walking lines on the road. The light goes up and down, it swings in the cold breeze. She watches the red and silver cars pass, some stop and stare. She squints at the bright headlights of a truck approaching her, she side-steps it neatly.
The dog, light-colored and small in size, steps into the alleyway and sniffs the air, it has a delicious scent. Almost like beef but more spicy; more flavorfull. She licks her muzzel and swallows hard, it has been a good four days since that chicken wrap at McDonalds.
She pauses to lap some vile water, it reeks of trash and has gritty dirt floating like dead corpses. The sun is low in the sky, early or late, it doesn't matter. She tracks the tantilizing scent towards a door in the way back of the alley, the door is shut. Well the dog didn't expect the meal layed out on a golden platter.
2nd
The pool of water is opaque; surreal and clear. It shimmers slightly when the wind whisprers and the surface is like a mirror. She sees her face in the reflection, it feels as if the pool is reflecting her past wrongs. And memories.
The past days have been a haze to the dog, she barely knows which way to walk now.
A few days ago someone came looking in her secret hiding place, looking for scraps of food she thought. The human was a big, broad shouldered man with a hairy face and a cruel voice. The man's clothes were rags and some string; in this cold weather, he was probably freezing.
He saw the dog and hit her. Hard. She whimpered and slunk away, only to be followed and kicked in the ribs. She tried to defend herself now but she is weakened by the injuries this man has inflicted on her.
She crawls under a run-down chevy truck, and growls low in her throat until the man leaves, cursing under his breath.
A few days later she pulls herself out from under the chevy. She casts a weary glance around her and starts toward the smell of food. She hasn't eaten in days and her belly claws at itself, it hurts. Hurts like hell.
She spys a small park-ish place and a tipped over garbage can; she trotts towards it and whimpers as her leg protests angrily.
She starts to eat scrappy food and drink some sour milk. It's not fresh and warm, but on her dry toungue it tastes like ambrosia.
Miscellaneous: I think this layout is really cool.
Other accounts: No
OOC Name: A L E X A
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: YES, LOTS
How long have you been RPing?: 2-3 years?
How did you find our site? : a site called Silent Creek
