Post by Wraithe on Feb 25, 2012 2:01:24 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: Wraithe Nickname: Wraithe Current Age: four years Gender: male Date of Birth: 7/12/08 a p p e a r a n c e Breed: Dingo+Kelpie Eye Color: blue Coat Color: white Visual Reference: Click f a m i l y Mate: none Pups:none l i k e s s being alone- one hunting- two Darkness, so that no one can see his face- three chasing cats- four Rain- five s t r e n g t h s s he can see well in the dark- one he is fast- two He is a good hunter- three he has thick fur, which can keep him warm- four he can swim well- five | [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: Lupey Gender: female Years of Roleplaying: maybe two? Referral: an add on my roleplay p e d i g r e e Sire: Inkeira Breed: Dingo Dam: Alika Breed: Kelpie d i s l i k e s Light - one other dogs- two cars- three humans- four - five w e a k n e s s e s he is missing three paws on his front left foot, but it doesn't hurt his speed - one His long fur sticks together when it rains and makes him cold- two he hates killing, so he usually just expertly knocks out his opponents if they are canine- three he has flashbacks and he stares into space for a while when he does- four he has panic attacks sometimes- five a s s o c i a t i o n Stray. |
p e r s o n a l i t y
He has a twisted past and it affects his mind, he panics sometimes and his mind flashes back to his past. He hates being with other dogs, but he hates hurting them and so he just stays on his own, although he is most elegant when he does meet other dogs unless, of course, they are uncourteous, then he is a most expert fighter... He hates humans, because they hurt him long ago when he was a pup. He loves the rain, but it makes his fur cling together, making it rather cold...
p h y s i q u e
His head is strong and his muzzle pointed and his ears are straight, sharp and tall. His fur is light wheaten/white and his eyes are light light blue! His legs are strong and straight. His tail is straight and long with longish fur at the end and he is rather skinny, his brow is broad and his eyes are a mixture of dominant power, clouded by sadness and a backlight of fear.
b i o g r a p h y
He was born to an adoption center and nobody wanted a dingo, so he and his brothers and sisters were packed into a box and marked "free" eventually all the pups were taken except for one, Wraithe, the little ghost puppy. Then came the fateful day when he was picked up by a little girl...
Wraithe curled in the corner of the box whimpering, when somebody reached in and grabbed his tail and lifted him out. "Look mummy" the girl said holding him up by his tail, and the girls mother said "Put it down Jemima it's dirty" "but mummy I want a puppy!" the girl nagged until her mother said "ok Jemima, but you must look after it and... wash it" the mother looked disapproving, and they walked to a car parked by the side of the street. They drove home and Wraithe sat on the back seat ad the girl played with him "mummy, what can we name him?" asked the girl "how about dusty?" her mother snorted, "ok, dusty then!" said the girl, pleased. When they got home the girls father said "did you get your pet Jem?" "Yes!" the girl cried happily "I got a puppy! His name is Dusty!" and she held Wraithe up, he dangled awkwardly and nipped her, she cried and said "Mummy, Dusty bit me!" she pouted and said "Bad dog!" Wraithe looked at her dissaprovingly and barked. The girls mother dropped him on the front doorstep the next day and slammed the door on his tail and he jumped forward yelping. Since that day he ran the streets, occasionally living with people for a few months. Wraithe walked through the rain in the middle of the busy city streets, and he turned to cross the road he heard a screeching of rubber and all went black.
*****
Wraithe awoke on the side of the road, limp and broken, he felt his leg and nearly screamed in pain, the bone was snapped clean in two. It took him two months to heal properly and he lived off things he begged from people and things he found in the bins of the buildings in the inner-city. He hated cars from then on, and he lurked around the edges of the city in an old barn, until one day as he hunted the roosters and hens that pecked around the barnyard... SNAP! His foot was caught fast in a human trap. He struggled and bayed until he heard footsteps, but he struggled harder for he knew the farmer carried a gun. He escaped with his life, and left his three front toes. He ran to the underground and from there he healed and found his way to his new kingdom... The sewers!