Post by º Kahlua º on Apr 28, 2010 14:38:47 GMT -5
º ßasics º
OOC Name/Nickname: Syph
Calling: Kahlua
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Species/Breed: New Guinae Singing Dog
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length: Amber fire was found in the longer smooth guard hairs that layered thickly over a shorter dense goose down like undercoat of warm cream.
Eye color: Blacken Whiskey
Build (height, weight, overall structure): With a fox-like quality she stood round 17 inchs at the shoulder she weighted in at a solid 28 pounds. A bit on the larger side of her breeds average.
Detailed Description (or picture): Beneath a thick relatively short pelt found in many hues ranging from the pale cream of ivory to the burnt copper of fire, were the play of long lean muscles held in a tightly compact frame. Glimmers of red could be seen sprinkled liberally at the points of rigid cone shaped soldiers mounted atop a triangled fox-like skull. Midnight ash dusted with hints of white grace a narrow thick muzzle. Deep set optics of a blacken whiskey framed with midnight darkness shield her inner most thoughts. Even at such a young age there were scars partly hidden by a thick dense pelt that marred her shoulders and back. Those who knew of human tools may have known they were the marks from a whip. Visual
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: The lands where she had first found life were far different from those she was thrust into. She'd been taken from her family and home when she was little more then three months. After a long sick journey of constant swaying and a stinging salty scent Kahlua found herself on display for some fancy lady. Made to sing for the entertainment of her friends. She'd lived that life for nearly a year before, as with all things belonging to 'trophy' women, she'd been discarded, given to the care of a man whose hatred for beasts became clear that first evening. For nearly a year she endured the abuse, water came only on occasion and food was even more scarce.
Just when she thought life could not get any worse she'd been sold off once again, shipped across that salty constantly moving expanse. The next year of her life she tried in vain to forget, to escape the pain and horror visited upon her and her brethren. For once luck would find the broken Singing Dog, she'd only had to endure that life for a year before escaping to the mountains. For the last six months she'd taught herself to hunt, to survive.
Personality: Circumstance turned this bold willful canine into a timid fearful thing. Heartbroken and spirit broken she wanders with head down, and her tail nearly permanently curled beneath her stout frame. Even so there were moments when the fire of Independence could be seen. Loyalty, kindness, honor..these things were lessons she had once known when she'd been curled at her families side. Now they were long since forgotten, as lost as she herself seemed to be. Even the natural pride had been bled from her by the cruelty of man. It was impossible to know if beneath this broken creature was a beast worth saving.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: No real memory of them
Siblings: No real memory of them
Other Family: Unknown
Friends: None
Half of the Island Character Resides: Eastern
Group: Henka
Rank: Hunter
º Prove ¥ourself º
Where did you find us? Alagaesia
If found in an ad please state who sent you: None
RPG Sample: Please refer to Mythril
