Post by Klyde on Feb 21, 2012 22:33:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #626262][scrolly:w(230),c(626262),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: FFFFFF][/scrolly] g e n e r a l Birth Name: Klyde Conner Nickname: Klyde Current Age: 4 years Gender: Male Date of Birth: October 29 a p p e a r a n c e Breed: Siberian Husky x German Shepherd Eye Color: silver/ gray Coat Color: Black and white Visual Reference: Click f a m i l y Mate: Lucia(Deceased) Pups: Riley(Deceased) l i k e s - Night time - Family - Friendship - Snow - The color white/feeling of the cold s t r e n g t h s - Running - Distance - Open space - Intelligence - Experience | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #626262][scrolly:w(230),c(626262),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: FFFFFF)][/scrolly]m e m b e r Preferred Alias: Riv Gender: Female Years of Roleplaying: Six Referral: Legend Other Characters: Winter p e d i g r e e Sire: Jake Breed: German shepherd Dam: Kalik Breed: Siberian Husky d i s l i k e s - "Bullies" - Domesticated dogs - Humans - Heat - Good weather w e a k n e s s e s - Agility - Small swift dogs - Closed spaces - Traps - History a s s o c i a t i o n Feral |
p e r s o n a l i t y
Klyde isn't one of the happiest dogs considering his past and what lies behind it. Most of the time, he actually enjoys being on his own, and would rather keep his distance from any relationships. Even though he enjoys watching the families all around, he forever holds a grudge against humans and those who try to get close to him. Klyde isn't the most hateful guy, but to put simply he is distant from this world.
Klyde is one of the kindest dogs you could ever know, he is gentle, and know just how to make you feel right. A gentleman he is a genuine ladies man, even though no longer looking for love since his past scars are set on his heart. Klyde enjoys telling all sorts of fake tall tails his father used to tell him as a child to others, and the smile on his face, just seems to put others at ease.
If provoked, Klyde can snap, one way is to mention his shady past if they have connections to him. Although Klyde's old pack name is known around the city. It might be a bit fuzzy to others but it wandering around there. Klyde hates the Tumult packs name being used in vein and can become hostile over it. His coldness in his heart frozen over on that subject.
p h y s i q u e
Klyde has the body of a German shepherd but the coloring of a husky and a shepherd mixed. He has a large build and rather fluffy fur. His coat is rather nice for a feral dog, that is just because Klyde takes pride in his coat. Born and raised in the wild, things were always hard, so Klyde does have a scar or two around his chest and face. Klyde's build is strong, but he is the best runner and loves it, open spaces is down his alley unlike most others.
Klyde has the top coloring of a German Sherpherd, the dark black coloring from his face, down to the top of his tail. His tail is rather short and is completely white, like the rest besides the black. His eyes are a bright silver and his leg muscles are much like that of his father. His other features that of a husky, although Klyde is the best runner, rather then a fighter.
b i o g r a p h y
The Tumult pack, a name that travelled around the city in days through rumors, and reputation. They were rebels, they didn't follow rules, and they were the humans worst enemy. Klyde's father was the leader of that pack, and in his young age, he was a real rebel. Until he met a wild dog named Kalik from distant lands. It seemed to turn him soft, and the Tumult fad died down, becoming like any other common pack among the slums.
When Klyde was born everything seemed complete, he was strong and healthy but that was when his mother died giving birth to him. Klyde never got to meet his mother, and spent most of his time with his father. His father used to tell him all sorts of stories, and the Tumult pack was just like his family, eventually the male even got a mate, and a daughter named Riley. His mate was a German shepherd a close friend of his fathers indeed. But, the humans had been fed up with them raiding their food and soon chaos began to be fall them.
First it was Klyde's Daughter who was taken by the dog catchers and put down, as ordered for the rest of the pack for the same fate. Considering they were a viscous pack with a reputation. Klyde tried to save his family, and his father ended up in a horrible death shot by the humans trying to protect Klyde and his mate. Klyde's mate was the last to dye but he managed to get under the radar away from the humans. The Tumult pack was destroyed and he was the only survivor. Afraid to make connections the kindness he held in his heart is still there and he is just afraid of getting close to anyone to feel this kind of pain again.