Post by lynx on Jan 14, 2010 23:49:27 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: Alo.
Age: Seven Years.
Gender: Brute.
Species/Breed:Siberian HuskyXAlaskanMalamute
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Pelt/Hair color and length: Red & White, medium-length though thick with undercoat and weather-proofing.
Eye color: Blue
Build (height, weight, overall structure): He is a very sturdy animal, thick in build as well as his burly shape. He's roughly 64 pounds and around 26 inches - not a figure you'd really want to stand beside if you were of slighter build. He is broad about the shoulder with a wide head and thick pelt (With the malamute in him, as well as being tall he also has to drag around that pelt) with large paws and a rather square jaw that's curved at the jowls. You can tell immediately from looking at him that he is indeed male without having to look at his genitals (Lulz). Noticable signs of his natural aging rate as a 'wild dog' show with his dipped lower end which is more often than not dipping as he walks due to previous engagements which has caused him to develope arthritis in his hips. His ears are pointed and tipped in red while his complete underbelly is off-white against the snow.
Other noticable markings are few and far between. He is near enough blind in his left eye which is colored shadowed white with caterax.
(Hope you didn't mind I put the description in here seeing as I provided a picture in the next section ^_^)
Detailed Description (or picture):
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History:
Like many of the canines living here, he was born into a life of servatude for the humans. His parents were both working dogs in a working-class family who used the dogs as means of protection for their cattle herds. Naturally, being big animals they needed big dogs and their own female husky wasn't quite enough to protect the calves when they were born each spring so it seemed the god were smiling upon them when their neighbors could no longer afford to keep their young Malamute and had to downsize on their own herd. The malamute was much younger than the husky however as nature would have it, she quickly fell pregnant and gave birth to twelve puppies - a very large litter but they were large dogs. Three were stillborn so there were nine living puppies who grew large and promising by the day. As the months passed they grew strong and fiercely protective over their 'pack' - even sometimes acting violently towards the humans who fed them. By the time they realized that they were being overrun with vicious dogs, the 'pack' had moved on to join the wilds - even the parents left with their pups. All but the mildest tempered pup, Aro, who opted to stay and serve his masters. He thought it wrong to leave the original 'alpha' of the pack andhis family to fend for themselves what with the coming spring approaching.
He was four years old when he first encountered 'real' danger in the form of a wild cat who stalked the lands for meat. She was obviously hungry and thought nothing of disrupting the livelihood to his family so he found it his duty to chase her out of his lands. She was fierce and fought back but realized it was a pointless fight and tried to dissappear yet he persued her to his own downfall. It was not her claws that damaged him but the weight of the she-cat above him who pounced with intention to bite but instead landed on his rear, pulling him down. What he remembers of it is the 'popping' noise he heard when she came upon him. The fight was short-lived after that, his human came to defend him with weapons and she fled once more, never to be persued by a strange mutt again. After that, he was unable to guard the herd for many months so they sought company to assist him in his work. She was a pretty Akita mix - fierce, strong and lovely. He was infatuated for her and lusted for her to become his mate yet he was unsure of himself and openly despised his crippled form. She was harsh with her tongue but just as fair as he expected of someone - she did not pity him, her jeers inspired him to work forward. After time he was back on his feet with little more than discomfort and a slumped rear yet he was stronger than he ever had been. The two became a pair and adored each other in their own little quirky way.
He never did have pups with her... as it turned out, the mix in her was part wolf making her ingertile yet he was comfortable with the way life was until the raid came. He fought the dogs at first but in the end he knew it was futile and tried to convince her to abandon their home together - the scent of human blood was already thick in the air, there was no helping them now. She refused at first but eventually gave in. They lived as ghosts for the next many moons. They were distant and they no longer cared to frolick and dance as the once had. She had completely lost herself. It was shortly after this she left him to find her new life with those that understood her new-found bloodlust. A weaker dog would have chased after her and begged her but as always, his pride held him back as he watched her walk out of his life. He found peace in a pack that seeked no war, those who resented what had happened and the chance to prove himself less of a coward in the battle to come. Living in the wild, he was bitter but at last he found his calling even if his body is failing him.
Personality:
Alo is an old-timer in both the way he looks and the way he acts no matter what means he goes to to deny it. He's rude, gruff and bitter about 70% of the time and the other 30% he is usually on his own. Years of supressed self-pity had made him the way he is and he's often quite brash and heartless, speaking before he thinks and regretting them inwardly later. One thing you'll respect him for is the wisdom and truth he speaks - he is very honest and lies only to protect his pack. His idea of justic varies from a lot of the rest of his pack - he is very for pack punishment and restrictions of pack involvement with others though even if he doesn't bite his tongue all the time he is very respectful of his highers and will trust their judgement until it kicks them in the face - then he's there to defend them. His accent is of northern Scotland developed over the years from when his first ancesestors set foot over here centuries ago - being proud, they never forgot it and enforced the language onto their young ones right down to him. As the Scots are, he's very family orientated and treats all those he meets as either members of the pack, friends of the pack or enemies or the pack. Unless you're in the pack there is very little trust between you and him and to be frank, he expresses his distaste of other packs quite openly though he has a respect for Loners for purely surviving. Alo is a survivor. Nothing more. Nothing less. If he were cast as an outcast tomorrow, he would leave with his head held high and a plan in mind - even if it involves dying a hero's death. You are probably thinking he's a heartless, emo old man though I'll tell you now, he has loved and lost before and even if he's not ready to love again right now there is always tomorrow.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: Arrow . Father . Siberian Husky . Unknown & Neit . Mother . Alaskan Malamute
Siblings: Unknown.
Other Family: Unknown.
Friends: N/A
Group: Elysian.
Rank: Warrior/Trainer? I don't know if they have to be one specific title.
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RPG Sample:
Neon light illuminated troublesome auras across the synthetically lightened pathways as the drunks made their way to and fro the bars and nightclubs dotted along the vast stretch of urban life that was Clerkenwell. It was surprising really that humans found the stupidity within themselves to venture out into the big bad world in search of cheap thrills when they knew trouble of the Sanguarian type would be lurking around every corner in hope of catching a good meal before they themselves went for a night out on the town. Her soft hazel eyes scanned the faces of a young boy and a slightly older one hardly out of his teens swaying and singing loudly as they narrowly dodged the debris and homeless people with their feet and guessed idly that the two were probably sold by some old barman eager to earn customers. You see, the Vampires and Werewolves fought varying receptions – a few liked the idea of the fanged menaces having a bite now and then (even going out their way to discover what it feels like themselves. Stupid kids.), some just tried to act like it was nothing as long as they weren’t confronted by it (most politicians were in this departments) while others simply abhorred the idea that the ‘Living Dead’ walked among them in a night-to-night basis. She liked these ones the best… Yum.
Tonight she was dressed to kill in a somewhat modern styling. She wore a simple red spaghetti-strap vest with blue hip-hugging jeans and a pair of simple gold slip-ons. Hunting clothes – definitely not her clothing of choice however it certainly seemed to attract the human males attentions as they greedily eyed her voluptuous figure as she did with their succulent arterial veins. She grinned suggestively towards some tattoo-clad punk with green hair whose gaze lingered a little longer than necessary on her assets before finally lifting his gaze. With a little encouragement from his friends he clumsily sauntered towards the beauty with promise in his eyes and slung an arm around her shoulders. Her gaze dropped to his long bony fingers with amusement at his hilarious flirting techniques. “Hey babe, wassup? Like what you’re seeing?” He asked flashing her a smile. Her surprise turned to mild disgust when she noticed the caps on her teeth – this was one of those poser kids. Hm… this would be fun. Lifting her arm to wrap around his waist she squeezed gently causing him to jump in shock while she curled her lips into her own Cheshire grin, making sure to show him a little of her own very real, very large canines. For a moment he must have thought she was wearing caps too because he sort of chuckled before realizing they weren’t going to slip off before she went to sleep.
It was always bizarre when your company find out that you’re not all that you’re meant to be. This had to be one of the better ones she had seen this year… first, the eyes. They always look like they’re away to pop out. Second, they turn this weird mixture of blue and white which is closely followed by maybe some mumbling and thirdly they run. Well, try to at least. Punky here stood for a moment in inner turmoil before his courage started to return. “Wow. Y-you’re a real one aren’t you?” She raised an eyebrow to allow him to draw his own conclusions. He cleared his throat lightly and turned his head back to his friends who were sticking their thumbs up and generally being obnoxious pricks then he turned back and leaned in a little closer. “Does it like, does it like hurt? You could bite me and I’d be one right? A Living Dead?” One again she didn’t say anything but smiled innocently as he got excited. “I want to be one too. Come back to mine and I’ll let you do it – I want you to do it. This is fucking awesome!” He put his hands behind his head and grinned broadly. With one last smile she led him off and let the natural darkness engulf them both.
They never did find the body though a missing person search was posted in the newspaper this morning in any hopes that the boy might not have just disappeared. Nel wasn’t feeling guilty about it, in fact, his blood served a great purpose in keeping her looking her best.. It was three days since she was out last and though she wasn’t desperately hungry she was craving attention of her own kind and would often seek them out when she felt bored or wanted some intellectual conversation. Tonight she was looking for a partner, nothing more and nothing less. Putting on her best garb and curling her hair into an exotic twist of net, jenny-clips and hairspray she donned a black and green satin corset dress with black kitten-hells and soft silken gloves. Her attire more suited to the darkest of ballrooms or a funeral than anything else yet it suited her pale skin finely and was sure to attract the attention she so desired.
There was this one club she often visited, one mostly for the youth of the day where ashen-faced teenagers visited in cheap hot-topic knock-offs and posed as coffin bait much to her amusement. The Vampires she had encountered had all recommended this place as a place to pick up willing prey even though the fun in the chase was taken out. No doubt the lazy Vampires or the ones that were completely out in the open chose to come here in hoped of picking up an easy dinner. Sitting at the far end of the club (As far from the speakers as possible) she settled herself down on the worn material of the booth chairs and ordered herself a red wine – posing drink of choice here. Now all she had to do is wait.
