Post by ralyks on Jan 20, 2010 2:52:31 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: Ralyks (Ral-ix); Nicknames: Raly
Age:5 1/2
Gender:Male
Species/Breed:red and rust Doberman pinscher
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Pelt/Hair color and length:Ralyks has a Red and rust short coat, it looks slick in the day time, but its rough to the touch.
Eye color:Light green/grey
Build (height, weight, overall structure): This brute has a very masculine build. He is tall for his breed, most of his height is in his long muscular legs. He is built with heavy muscle all around, all though he is top heavy compared to his behind. He doesn't look disproportionate though, his thick thigh muscles trump the awkward distribution.
Detailed Description (or picture):
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History:Ralyks in the time of the humans reign, was used as a guard dog; Given raw meat and taught to be poise and lethal. He never really had a human all of his own, but rather it was several men who took turns caring for him. Most of the time he was on the job though, constantly awaiting orders, and keeping an eye out for intruders like a good dog. He was a guard along with the humans who cared for them, their main operative was to keep "Boss" un-touchable. Mob affiliated. Ralyks never minded his job, it was imbedded into his nature, something fierce that you never wanted to look at too long or it might burn a whole into the back of your brain. The most affection he got was a pat on the head when he did what he was suppose to do, attack or intimidate, which ever the case.
One day though, things got rough. One of the rival humans pulled a gun, something Ralyks was use to seeing in the hands of his masters, but he knew if the enemy had one, ATTACK. He moved with his powerful muscles at the opponent’s throat, but before he reached it, his hearing went blank at the sound of a gun shot. He could feel the chunk of metal lodge into his chest cavity but it didn’t faze him until after the man's face had been ripped from its skull.
His care-takers took him in and the bullet was removed from near his heart. He healed well with the proper nurture, but ended up almost taking off the hand of young vet tech re-wrapping his bandages. He escaped from the small kennel they kept him in and ran off while still in the healing process. He now has a large jagged scar on the left side of his chest from the ordeal, but he carries himself as if nothing had happened.
Personality: Ralyks is not a warm dog. He has a tough and fierce exterior, and will match his greetings with his looks. He isn't the kind of brute who is this way because deep down he feels he has something to prove. No. He needs to prove himself to no man or creature alike, he needs only to make it until tomorrow. He is very wary of strangers, and is always held in a dominant stance; the only other poise you will see him in is a cool, calm mode, in which he only presents if he knows the others around him and the situation is under his control. Though he himself may seem cold on the exterior, his belief about others is warm. He may not trust you, but he will stick up for you if he feels you are worth something. He believes those of rash, stupid decisions will get what they deserve, and 9 times out of 10, he will be the one giving you what you deserve. He was only shown affection when he was a young pup, and thus believes some deserve a pat on the head, but he shows little to no affection to those around him. He has never been with a female outside of planned breeding by the humans. Thus he has never experienced love. He is more than open to the idea, and he rather thinks he needs a mate; it could help him be a little more warm and trusting.
Pups? He has never really been around them, and would probably not understand their innocence. He wouldn't know what to do with them, so would typically leave them alone, although his opinion is subject to change with experience.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:Doesn’t know, doesn't care.
Siblings:Doesn’t know, doesn’t care.
Other Family:
Friends: None so far
Group:Barzakh
Rank:Where his abilities are of use.
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Where did you find us? Aelyn
If found in an ad please state who sent you: Erida
RPG Sample: From a separate RP::
Sleek massive talons gripped the dirt as a brute standing about 5 feet tall weaved around and over trees of the living and the dead. Each paw he connected to the ground brought new life to his qi (chi) as he could feel the pulsing of the earth and its thriving inhabitants. His eyes grew wider and wilder as he took in the sent of the land, and with it the distant dull stench of other wolves. His red winding tail flowed behind him like a snake, making his balance something lethal to challenge. All the while his other serpent-like attribute slipped in and out of his mouth, tasting the air for metals hidden within the earth. Each step he took in this direction he could taste an abundance of his element buried in the rock and soil. Such a joyous discovery it was to him: like finding the ultimate of buried treasure.
The scent of wolves turned him off a bit from this glorious find, for most packs he had come in contact with were judgmental pure-breeds. His stench of “mutt” and his looks are what turned them away immediately. No one really had tried to fight him away but rather sent a greeting of “Your kind aren’t welcome here,” with shaking hides.
He snorted loudly, lips curling and his head shaking away the memory. He would try his chances here. The light at the end of the tunnel was much worth another un-phasing rejection, should it come to his leaving or a challenge, he would just MAKE them leave.
Soon he was at the edge of a large barrier where bedrock from the earth had been pushed to the surface, this lead to an intimidating mountain range. He stopped and sniffed the sent barrier as well as flicked his forked tongue from his jaws. The candy trail of mixed gold, silver, mercury, iron, lead, zinc, and copper lead straight to a mother load of rich metals foraged within the mountains. He licked his lips and stared at the range fiercely yet curiously. He wanted it. It was going to be his. Never before had he come in contact with such a rich land with his tasty element.
He smirked to himself, “What is to become of my yearning this time.”
He placed a paw with talons digging deeply into the pebbles and soil, and almost immediately took off running. His thick, carefully etched muscles working simultaneously to push his body at a break-neck speed. As he traveled the winds became more harsh, the temperature more brisk, and the tree covering more bare. It didn’t phase him, he was basking in the glow of his find and tasting its sweet grit with his lolling tongue.
Soon he was midway up one of the rocky structures, bounding effortlessly from boulder to boulder leaving large scratches where his talons gripped. His breathing became deep and almost choke worthy as the cool air became like needles in his hot trachea. Steam pushed in and out of it like an exhaust, but this again did not phase him. His years of training had made his breath control and lungs of a worthy attribute, though the sharp air was something he would need to get use to again.
The sharp air then carried something with it, wolves. Close ones. He paused his excitement and stood erect; looking in the direction the wind had carried their scents. This would be good; he could get this greeting out of the way, and find out whether he was welcome into the life of a family once again, or if more blood would have to be spilt.
He lopped lazily on one of the larger boulders near him, calming his breath and his eagerness for the soon meet and greet that would bestow him, he did not want to be excited easily should he find himself wanting to be welcome here. His tail lay stretched out behind him, whisking up and down at the end where the long string of fur flow in the wind. His expression was that of fierce judgment, eyes sharp,(mainly from the chipper wind) black lips rest in an un-opened bowed shape, and his ears un-resting taking in every sound around him. The moon light was draped over his blowing red-brown mane, brightly illuminating the white at his chest and forelegs in his zebra collaboration. The red of the rest of his short pelt dimly glowed against the grey rock he lay on; the black stripes within the red almost camouflaged him except for the glow that bounced off his bright colors.
The scent of wolves turned him off a bit from this glorious find, for most packs he had come in contact with were judgmental pure-breeds. His stench of “mutt” and his looks are what turned them away immediately. No one really had tried to fight him away but rather sent a greeting of “Your kind aren’t welcome here,” with shaking hides.
He snorted loudly, lips curling and his head shaking away the memory. He would try his chances here. The light at the end of the tunnel was much worth another un-phasing rejection, should it come to his leaving or a challenge, he would just MAKE them leave.
Soon he was at the edge of a large barrier where bedrock from the earth had been pushed to the surface, this lead to an intimidating mountain range. He stopped and sniffed the sent barrier as well as flicked his forked tongue from his jaws. The candy trail of mixed gold, silver, mercury, iron, lead, zinc, and copper lead straight to a mother load of rich metals foraged within the mountains. He licked his lips and stared at the range fiercely yet curiously. He wanted it. It was going to be his. Never before had he come in contact with such a rich land with his tasty element.
He smirked to himself, “What is to become of my yearning this time.”
He placed a paw with talons digging deeply into the pebbles and soil, and almost immediately took off running. His thick, carefully etched muscles working simultaneously to push his body at a break-neck speed. As he traveled the winds became more harsh, the temperature more brisk, and the tree covering more bare. It didn’t phase him, he was basking in the glow of his find and tasting its sweet grit with his lolling tongue.
Soon he was midway up one of the rocky structures, bounding effortlessly from boulder to boulder leaving large scratches where his talons gripped. His breathing became deep and almost choke worthy as the cool air became like needles in his hot trachea. Steam pushed in and out of it like an exhaust, but this again did not phase him. His years of training had made his breath control and lungs of a worthy attribute, though the sharp air was something he would need to get use to again.
The sharp air then carried something with it, wolves. Close ones. He paused his excitement and stood erect; looking in the direction the wind had carried their scents. This would be good; he could get this greeting out of the way, and find out whether he was welcome into the life of a family once again, or if more blood would have to be spilt.
He lopped lazily on one of the larger boulders near him, calming his breath and his eagerness for the soon meet and greet that would bestow him, he did not want to be excited easily should he find himself wanting to be welcome here. His tail lay stretched out behind him, whisking up and down at the end where the long string of fur flow in the wind. His expression was that of fierce judgment, eyes sharp,(mainly from the chipper wind) black lips rest in an un-opened bowed shape, and his ears un-resting taking in every sound around him. The moon light was draped over his blowing red-brown mane, brightly illuminating the white at his chest and forelegs in his zebra collaboration. The red of the rest of his short pelt dimly glowed against the grey rock he lay on; the black stripes within the red almost camouflaged him except for the glow that bounced off his bright colors.
I'll add him to the pack stats tomorrow. Welcome aboard!