Post by Φ Ϙaηηik on May 27, 2010 14:14:37 GMT -5
º ßasics º
OOC Name/Nickname: Syph
Calling: Qannik
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Species/Breed: Border Collie
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length: Snow white with minimal black patches, medium length.
Eye color: Appears black until the light strikes just right then one can detect the hint of gold laced through out their depths.
Build (height, weight, overall structure): Compact, and slender, standing at an average 19 inches at the shoulder with a weight of 32 lbs.
Detailed Description (or picture): The dance of snow entwining about a sleek compact frame, it's pristine color marred by a spot of ebony gracing the left side of that barrel. One floppy soldier mountain atop that narrow cranium bore its dual toned combo proudly, its back a solid white while the front remained enshrouded in onyx. Its brethren held no trace of that angelic color, instead its cover was wholly made up of onyx. The depths of that gaze may have been deceiving to those who held their distance, for without close inspection they look to be pure black against the snow falling gently across delicate features. In the brilliant sunlight their secret treasure would be revealed in the sparkling flecks of gold that lit her gaze from within. Visual 1, Visual 2, Visual 3
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: The night was cold, bellies were empty and still the fae brought her litter into the world, three squealing black pups and a quiet white pup. Their movements sought in vain the nourishing milk of their mother, who had been removed the moment she'd delivered the last puppy. The conditions were horrid, with a foul smell dominating the broken down old barn. Humans would have called it a puppy mill, the canines who lived within simply called it hell.
A Doberman's uprising brought freedom to many, most like herself joined in the slaughtering of their tormentors. It wasn't until the dogs set their sights on the children that Qannik broke away from the demoness and her minions. Abiding by her own code of honor Qannik shifted pace and fell into the life of a loner.
Personality: Qannik was a rebel without a cause, going against the grain simply for the enjoyment of going against what everyone else wanted. Even the hues of her coat echoed her rebellious nature. Seemingly without a care in the world she walks through life with her head held high. Still do not mistake her for some fickle beast. Should you be lucky enough to gain her loyalty and trust you would find no better companion to have at your side. With her own code of honor, despite her willful nature, she'd lay down her life in defense of her comrades.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: Mother - Sara - Purebred Border Collie, Father - unknown
Siblings: Crey [M], Necora [F], Denali [F]
Other Family: None
Friends: 'The Don'
Half of the Island Character Resides: West Side
Group: Loners
Rank: Hunter
º Prove ¥ourself º
Where did you find us? I was here already mwahahahahah!!
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RPG Sample: Please see Mythril
