Post by kcx on Feb 7, 2010 23:12:20 GMT -5
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Calling: Jake. Or Jake the Snake.
Age: Five Years of Age.
Gender: Male.
Species/Breed: Canine. Siberian Husky.
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Pelt/Hair color and length: Jake is the one of whom wears mostly that of a medium fur. It can be neither long nor short when the season comes around, though he wears two coats as instructed as the breed. He is that of black and white color, with different colors of red hidden in different places in his blackened fur of which is only seeable in the correct lighting.
Eye color: The left optical seems to be that of a blue color, as a pup's might look like to any natural canine or human. Though the other is brown, making it seem as if he grew wrong. It is nothing of that, of course; it is in his breed, quite frankly, for him to have different colored eyes if it were to happen.
Build: Jake is that of the muscular type. Though only weighing out at a probable seventy pounds - the correct weight a dog of his breed should weigh - he is mostly muscle with all of it, though he has more fur than fat as he sometimes likes to joke to him self, a sad pitty of his because he wonders alone so much by him self, as agreed to this by another canine of his species. When he stands, he looks as if he is leaning forward. He does not know why, he just does it. No further questions about this such thing, if you please.
Detailed Description (or picture): Though most of everything is explained above, I quite frankly do not mind repeating my self to further help persons like your self. Jake wears a pelt whose coloration is that of black and white, with some red that is lightly put in on different patches of his blackened fur, only seeable through certain shadings of light. His nose his black, though through the middle a thick line goes through, that of a deep red due to reasons unknown for his own sake. His left optical is that of a light blue, while his right is that of dark brown. This is only due to his breed, nothing more or nothing less. Though, almost as if it goes through it, his left eye bears a scar from which he would not tell what from unless you were worthy.
His build is that of a loner and a walker; he travels most every where he can and is able to, usually repescting those tertitories that belong to a certain pack or canine. He is leaniant and somewhat strong, though does not condem him self to be so. His body is lithe and small; certain parts of his fur contract to be seen as where a harness could have once been. He was a working dog at one time, his story for that is this. This does not trouble him much to think about, turly it is not. Just another faded memory. Though many call him a weakling and small due to his seventy sum pound dressage, as opposed to others of whom may be larger, he ignores this all; he knows he'll win some day.
Won't he not?
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History: For Jake, it could have all started when he was just a pup of a new born state, with siblings and a mother of his own, as well as humans, a little girl espescially. Though he knew nothing of his father - his mother and the humans both saying that he just came, bred to the female for one week, and went on his mery way - many thought that his siblings looked more of their mother than a mutt of anything. So, one thing they agreed on was this such thing: they were all husky, weather they had loved to like it or not have. Something one had to live with, as one thing may have occured to plenty.
Jake was more or less an outcast of his litter, always fighting rougher than he really should, or exploring out farther than his mother or the humans had told him not to go to. He did anyway, with consent that he was having a little fun out of it all. The only one that seemed to morally understand him was a six year old girl, of whom the name he never did catch. He was never well with the speak of human langauae, never learning their ways of speaking to one another, as opposend to dogs of whom used their own vocals of barking and growling to comunicate. Humans had a whole different way of speech to an animal completely. As if it mattered to one of them any how.
The child's father was one of whom delighted in the sport of both hunting, and hauling. Is it was only natural when the man wanted to keep the stronger pups for his own working, and give the others away to those who wanted one. Jake, as to say much, was no expeption to the first part of this paragraph and this man's deeds. His willingness to go out and explore made him one of the three pups willing to be kept for working. Though, as later guessed, he was only kept partly for the girl's needs. The child adored him, mainly for his own affection Jake was able to act upon while other's were not looking. Though, from a young age as stated earlier, he was a strange pup, at six weeks gaining the strangness of two differently colored eyes, and a toughness that was vile to the up most content, he was roughly fine with it.
When he and his siblings were about a month old, four of the eight pups of whom he never knew well enough as family were taken off to other places on the island for other's own use. Jake, his brother Fang, and sister Melody, were the only one's kept for any use. The man who owned them planned to only use them for profit and game; Melody and their mother for breeding, while Fang and Jake him self would be used for pulling and hunting. A strange way to use a dog, one might add, to make money, but it worked quite well over the next few months as Jake grew acustumed to waking up early in the outisde world of his home, a rule of the unfixed males having to stay outside unless unruly weather could they come in. Jake enjoyed it though; even though his brother was put in a fairly sized pen while out doors and being trained along his brother, Jake got freedom to roam, as he did when he was a pup.
It was at about a year and a half when Jake him self started hearing of the meetings of the canines and of the demoness. He never cared much for these tales, for the matter. By this time, Jake's strenght had gotten to a better standard than his brother's, of whom was even slightly less at hunting than his youngest. Though the oldest now finally got free roam as did his brother, he seemed to hate the humans more than anything. Jake seemed to have no problem with them; while not working with the man he called master, the girl was his play mate, and he was always ordered to keep watch on her while she went out to play, especially in the woods where her father hunted on better or worse of the days. On the ocassion, Jake was allowed to sleep inside on the girl's bed. He got his daily ration of food as well, three whole bowls a day plus what ever he could manage to find while out exploring. It was plesent, personally.
A few months after he was only half, his brother began disapearing for long periods of time. At first, their master had thought it to be an essa in her cycle, or something of the matter. But then wouldn't Jake be gone as well? Many thought Jake to be overly obedient and protective of his family, always seen by the girl's side when she ran around playing with her friends, snapping, bitting, or just growling at them if they were to play too rough. He came by name, even if he was always across town or in the woods where no one could hear. Though, by the time he soon turned three years of age, he solemly understood - if not fully got - the reason why no one liked him to venture out far as a pup of only a few weeks.
Even though his brother constantly came back saying that the end for the two leggers was near, Jake never thought anything of it. Both he and Meldoy thought that the dog was completely insanse fro saying he was going to such thing, even if plenty of others said that they had seen it or had been to it as well. Jake had only scoffed at them, listening dimly to what they had said. But many times now he wishes that he would have believed them, or at least kept a better eye on his girl during those days when fear had arisen amoung plenty of dogs. For one day, he went out into the woods to venture once more. But this time, he smelled something strange that day. He could not pin it exactly, for his brother was much better at tracking than he him self was, even though their master would not admit it. But soon that was all disrupted by some noise far off, yet close enough to be heard.
His own home!
He had panicked to his own dismay to see what happened to his home when he scurried back to see what was the matter, and what comoation was going on. He was almost confused, and as he rushed towards his "home," his mind kept replaying as to how his brother and all the other dogs that said of such as thing as this, killing all of the humans because what many did to their companions. He barely thought much more than that before he realized he was home. The door was wide open, his sister laying dead outside. He rushed in, only to have seen the humans gone as well. His mother well enough was gone, for he remembered not seeing. Though after seeing the dead bodies lying around, his mind blurred, and the next thing he remembered, he was in a battle with a dog larger than his own size.
This fight is the basic story behind how Jake got his scar, for he did not win, nor did he keep his life by the handful. In fact, it was quite the opposet. It wasn't until a fea's voice roared over victory that the larger male stopped and looked. Jake still has that Demoness's voice stuck in his head, and could not forget it anywhere. He was too liable that in a small amount of time given, he bolted. He passed out in the woods some few minutes later, due to his wears and tears of such. He woke up the next morning, still alive and the fact of all the humans dead. Sure, he never really liked the humans in the first place; to him self, they meant food, water, and shelter. Nothing more, nothing less. But the little girl he had to protect for so long whirled in his mind of over bearing truth.
It wasn't too long before he hunted the way of the wolf, and found prey as he was trained to do him self. He soon long forgot about the humans,them now even being flashes of memory, even though it was only a couple of years back. He knew the voice that had run in his head ever since that day belongs to that of his master's killer. And he won't let up until he finds her.
Hopefully.
Personality: Jake is that of a loner; he'd rather be alone than travel in a pack. If together with another of his own kind, or different to say the least, it is only for protection, for for help of certain kinds. He doesn't like help too well. He can be very prideful, therefor he does not say that he needs one thing or another unless it is a thing of desperate measures, such as him being on the brink of dying from a wound or starvation, or something that pushes around to something in that category. Being so, this is exactly what makes him a loner in the first place. This story makes either a lot of sense, or no sense at all to one with or without that. Then again, he sometimes thinks him self supirieor than others at times.
Though usually known as respectful, Jake can also be somewhat of a jerk at times. Sure, he'll give respect to those in the correct place and position if they are in it. But only to him self if he thinks that they deserve it, or if one is rightful for it. He always holds his head high for this, only lowering it in submission if he thinks that one may be worthy of it. This means that he also likes to pick fights when he can as well, and only if they are for a good cause, such as food, rights, or land. He is smart enough not to pick on the young or the weak, unless his mind may tell him other wise, such as they won't make it, or they deserved it of the sort. He is a strange dog, but one lives as one acts, as they say.
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Parents: Harmony; Mother; Unknown Location.
Siblings: Melody; Sister; Deceased. Fang; Brother; Unknown Location.
Other Family: N/A.
Friends: N/A.
Group: Barzakh.
Rank: Deciding.
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RPG Sample:
His ears down, his opticals alluded the force of light that dumb wittingly shown down through the trees, onto the forest floor to make comfort for those afraid of the darkness. It was night time, a time when many should have been asleep due to the patterns many were on now a days. A black and white bodice seemed to be the only one of whom's raggly fur tried to aleud the night's light through the darkened trees from above. It's tail hung down from it's usual satire, it's eyes weary, as if something were to jump out and grab it without any content of the punishment that might foretell it if it had to do so for it's own unique pleasure. Demons, many were called as this. Demons, from the under world that stole one's soles and sent them to an eternal slumber of daily and nightly torture.
The canine that walked the paths this late at night gave a smirk at the thought. How dare would they do such a thing to a creature such as him? He could only imagine what it was like down there, in hell, with eternal flames and rushing blows from such creatures mentioned earlier. How couldn't they dare to get one such as him? Something so prideful and so vengeful in the strangest of way. How thoughtful, was it not?
"Yes, how thoughtful," the deep voice said aloud, as if talking to it self. The furry tail wagged slightly, the sounds of night life and that of a crackling stream up ahead coming into the distance. "Yes, how thoughtful indeed."
