Post by kitto on May 22, 2010 19:09:31 GMT -5
º ßasics º
OOC Name/Nickname: Kit
Calling:Kitto (Key-toe)
Age:2 Years
Gender:Female
Species/Breed:Mutt
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Pelt/Hair color and length:Her fur is long with long locks of fur hanging from the ears, cheeks, tail, stomach area and neck area. Her fur is not sleek like a collie's but a bit rough. The color markings are a black mask separated between the eyes and around the muzzle, a tan-brown main coat with black leggings and a black tail tip. On her back is a white patch of fur.
Eye color:She has round and large emrald green eyes.
Build (height, weight, overall structure): Her body is a small but muscular shaped frame with a strong meaning in her stride. Her head is held directly above her shoulders when she walks and her long, furry tail is held with it's tip pointed upwards. Her nose is large and round with cat grey coloring. Her muzzle is long with strong jaws to bite and grip. Her eyes are almond-shaped and protruding and colored emrald green. Her ears are wide and round at the base, pointed, upright, and rounded forward. Her front legs and shoulders are muscular and back legs and thighs are sturdy. Her round feet have though brown pads. She has a double coat also that is weather resistant and dense.
Detailed Description (or picture):
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History:Kitto began life a weak pup born the only puppy in her mother's litter. She never met her father, but was told later on in her time that her father was a rogue. Her mother chose to raise her around an abandoned construction site. When she could hear, her world was filled with weird and loud crashing/booming noises. She began to build a fear of the loud noises and cry out each time a pipe or something as the sort fell. Then she began to see and her first sight wasn't the face of her mother, it was a picture of a piece of metal falling close by her. She began another fear- one of construction sites. Finally her mother somehow got in her head that raising a pup in a construction site was a bad idea.
Kitto's mother moved her and Kitto to another place to live. She brought the growing Kitto to an ally to raise her. She began to learn how to walk by first crawling, then gradually wobbling up and down a small area. When she could walk pretty well, Kitto started running around the ally chasing mice, then rats when she had gotten bigger. One day, Kitto wanted to play with a stray cat who obviously didn't want to play and got scratched. That began a fear of cats.
Her mother took Kitto around town to teach her how to found food and survive. Her mother introduced her to other pups and their mothers and she clung onto them like brothers, sisters and aunts. She grew up with them in her life up until the day her mother died of a illness. Kitto went right on in life using the skills she was taught.
Personality: Kitto is a kind of dog who'd come right up to a stranger and lick their hand, in a way of speaking. She is very loyal to her comrades and keeps most of her problems to herself. Kitto is not territorial and glade to share a bed with anyone.
Kitto does not judge anyone for who they are, she much perfers to live life without a lot of problems. She's more of a free character also who does what she wants but wants to keep any problems down to a low level. Kitto likes to be on her own, but hang with friends from time to time.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:Mother - Paris (Deceased)
Father - Ralph (Deceased)
Siblings:N/A
Other Family:N/A
Friends:N/A
Half of the Island Character Resides:West
Group:N/A
Rank:N/A
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RPG Sample:The wind blew, an unsettling chill in air. Along with it it brought a foul smell, the smell of death. The city was falling apart and Kitto had known that- Kitto was now two years old. A year and a half after her mother's death. She was growing up pretty well. After grieving the death of Paris, Kitto moved on in life. She now was maturing on in life.
Kitto raised her eyes up to the smogged sky. How long would she be able to live like this? Without illnesses, Kitto would probably make it within four years. So she predicted, after living in this city as long as she had - young or not - you knew it was hard life here. Kitto sighed, intaking a sharp breath and blowing it out through her mouth. She walked up to a dead rat. She grabbed it within her jaws, teeth dug into the black fur and skin of the rodent.
Kitto sniffed the air, ignoring the smell of a dead rat and rotting city, she hadn't smelled any other canines. And that made her glade. Kitto didn't have the skills to fight, even though she had the strength. And Kitto didn't like fighting in the first place. She'd abandoned the threat of a fight as soon as it appeared. She turned, and continued on her way.
