Post by dusty on Mar 1, 2012 3:59:00 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: Dusty Nickname: Dust Current Age: 1 yr, 8 mnths Gender: Female Date of Birth: 27th April a p p e a r a n c e Breed: She is a complete, one-of-a-kind mutt, but one thing for sure, she has a lot of dingo in her. Eye Color: Dark brown Coat Color: The base of her coat is a sandy brown, but she has small patches of white. These are on her belly and some of her muzzle. The fur on her tail-tip and her front left paw is a darker sandy brown. Visual Reference: [none] f a m i l y Mate: None Pups: None l i k e s - Being alone; Being alone with her thoughts is when Dusty is the happiest. Other dogs bother her, domestic dogs especially. - Garbage; Trash is an easy source of food for Dusty. - Swimming; Water is not only the key to her survival, it is a chance to have a little fun. Swimming is one of her favorite things to do, as well as rolling and trying to swim in mud puddles [which she would never do in front of other dogs, too embarrassing for Dusty]. - Chasing cars; Big loud moving things. Who could resist chasing them? Well, that's Dusty's opinion, anyway. - Blankets; Although few and far between, Dusty loves blankets. Warm, soft, heaven for a feral dog like her. s t r e n g t h s - Speed and stamina; Dusty is fast. Very fast. In battle, she can dance away without a second thought, and can run tirelessly for quite a while if she paces herself. - Non-gullible; Dusty doesn't fall for tricks easily. - Swimming; Although usually restricted to small bodies of water, she is a rather strong swimmer. - Good liar; Dusty is a fairly good actor, enabling her to lie realistically and trick others into fighting her enemies, although she usually can't be bothered to lie. - Sneaky; One minute you are there talking to her, the next minute she's gone. Poof! Well, that's Dusty for you. She has almost perfected the art of sneaking away, her small body and lightning quickness help her disappear as soon as a dog has it's head turned. She reserves this tactic for slipping away from particularly dangerous situations. | [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: evildoggie Gender: Female Years of Roleplaying: I'd say around 6 months. Referral: Ad. Other Characters: This is my first character here c8 p e d i g r e e Sire: Shade Breed: Mutt; Somewhat German Shepherd-like Dam: Mist Breed: Dingo cross d i s l i k e s - Domestic dogs; They annoy her to death. She never could put her paw on the reason why. Maybe because they live with humans.. - Humans; Dusty despises these two-legged brutes. They capture her kind and mercilessly dominate the world around her, and the worlds of many petty 'domestic' dogs. - Winter; Low on food, low on heat, low on spirits. Winter is Dusty's least favorite season. The only good thing about it is the fact that humans tend to stay inside their houses in the bad weather. - Squeaky Toys; The fact that they are owned by many domestic dogs isn't the only reason; She finds the noise extremely annoying. - Overly talkative dogs; These dogs almost annoy her as much as domestic dogs. Unless they have something important to say, she'll either ignore or attack them. w e a k n e s s e s - Social skills; Dusty has next to no social skills. She tolerates other dogs most of the time, but she usually avoids talking to others and can even become aggressive if she finds them annoying. - Strength; Her strength is low at best and Dusty relies solely on speed in fights because if an attack hit her, she would be easily pinned down. - Camouflage; Sandy colors against the endless gray of the streets have to stand out a little. She tries her best to avoid areas that harbor people. - Coat; Her thin coat takes after that of a dingo's; made for the stifling heat of the Australian outback, not the cold winters of the country she found herself in. She gets very cold in winter and life becomes a struggle in the cold, wet season. - Aggressive around humans; Dusty hates humans and is very aggressive to them. She wouldn't hesitate to bite them, and this behavior is recognized as dangerous to humans, and the chances of her getting caught and put to sleep can increase. a s s o c i a t i o n Feral |
p e r s o n a l i t y
Dusty tolerates some dogs and is sometimes aggressive to those who annoy her, domesticated dogs in particular. She cannot stand how dogs surrender themselves to humans completely, becoming "traitors to dog kind" as Dusty refers to them. She believes that all dogs should be free, not the servant of a human. She hates humans with all her heart. Becoming the slave of a human is worse than death in Dusty's mind. When she gets really bored, and is in a fairly good mood, she can resort to annoying and taunting other dogs, just for fun.
Occasionally when she just in not in a good mood, she can become very snappish and even just a little thing, like the wind blowing at her in an 'annoying' way, she can just about explode with anger. She can also be stubborn and even a little immature when she doesn't get her way.
p h y s i q u e
Dusty's build is very small with legs long enough to make her fast, but not too long so that she trips over her own feet. Her tail is shorter and a little less bushier than that of a dingo's. It stands up and is slightly curved, like a sickle. She has a somewhat long muzzle, longer than your average dog's. Her fur is usually a matted mess, it's real color hardly noticeable under all the dirt and grime it collects. Swimming gets most of the muck out and sometimes loosens the mats, but as soon as she finds a mud-puddle, it's good-bye cleanliness. Her ears are fairly large, larger than a dingo's but pointed. Her eyes are a good size on her rather petite face. Her paws are a little large and her legs a little thick than what one would expect with a small body like her's.
b i o g r a p h y
B E F O R E . B I R T H
Dusty's father was an Australian farm dog, he had nowhere else to go and the farmers had took pity on him and took him in. The farmers were kind. He didn't attack their sheep, they fed him and sheltered him. On one particular morning, an odd-looking dog appeared near one of the sheep paddocks. She looked a little bit like a dingo, but she definitely had other breeds in her. She was very thin, a drought devastating many of her main food and water sources. She looked like she wanted something, digging at the barbed-wire fence that separated her from the sheep. Dusty's father, Shade as he had been nicknamed, walked over to the female with curiosity. She jumped away as soon as he came over. She had encountered farm dogs before and being attacked by them was not very fun. He walked closer and she jumped further away with every step he took. Before he knew it, he was lost. He stopped as soon as he realized this, staring stupidly at his surroundings. How did he get lost? He wondered, plopping himself down on the ground and whimpering like a little puppy. The female, unimpressed, started walking off. Shade scrambled to his feet to follow her. He didn't know why, he just decided that maybe he should. It hadn't crossed his mind that he could just follow his trail back to the farm. At first the female, mist didn't approve. She spoke to him for the first time in something that sounded like a funny growl-bark-howl all in one. "Why are you following me?" She said, slightly angry and slightly amused at how the male had been so stupid to follow her. Fancy that, a farm dog following one of his enemies. She had been trying to hunt one of the farmer's sheep, after all. He replied in a small whimper "I'm lost" The female almost chuckled at how pathetic he was, but she decided that it would be fun to have some company. He could even help her hunt, although she had her doubts. "You can come along for now" She said. "By the way, my name is Misty." They spent months together, Shade's memory of the farm fading quickly. He learned from Misty quickly, quickly mastering the tasks of tracking and hunting the limited prey of the drought.
P U P . H O O D
After a while, Dusty's litter was born in a den that was a little too close to civilization for comfort. Dusty was born in a litter of five pups, all one-of-a-kind, some looking close to their father and some looking close to their mother. Dusty had three sisters and one brother. Dusty looked a lot like her mother. Her litter grew quickly, the drought claiming the life of one of her sisters before long. Her distraught parents didn't mention this to the remaining pups, avoiding their awkward questions of 'where is our sister?'. After a few months, Dusty and her siblings were old enough to join into hunts. Dusty can still distinctly remember helping hunt a small rabbit, herding it, with the help of her siblings, to their parents who made short work of it. Hunting was one of the most fun 'games' of her pup-hood, other than play-fighting her brothers and sisters. Time flew, and almost in what seemed like seconds, Dusty was ready to leave her family and start her life on her own.
A D O L E S C E N C E
She left at around one year of age, probably a little early, but she didn't care. After a while of exploring and hunting on her own, the fateful day of her moving came. She had accidentally traveled to the coast, finding her was in the middle of civilization. She wandered around for a few days, no-one caring about her wandering the streets; ignoring her and making the assumption that she had an owner, and was just out on a little walk.. Without her owner..
She ended up wandering to a port; a huge first-class ferry stationed there to go to another country. She was curious and decided to board it, miraculously not being noticed because everyone was too caught up with lugging their belongings around the boat. Dusty wasn't frightened, she thought that everyone would just ignore her like on shore. She found herself in a warm corner of the boat, a quiet place free from people. She fell asleep for a while until being woken up by a strange feel, like a constant bobbing and rocking. She dizzily got to her feet, tottering over to the entrance of the small room which had been an empty room, one that was sometimes used for storing things. The door had been left open because everyone was too busy to notice that is wasn't closed. She hopped out to be found in a large crowd of people, eating and drinking in looked like some sort of restaurant. A few people noticed her this time, pointing and whispering, one person even let out a little shriek. Dusty ignored this. She walked away from those people, finding the spot where she had entered, to find what just looked like a wall instead of an entrance. Obviously, the door had been closed for the journey. She panicked, running around and frantically scratching the 'wall' where the exit should have been. She was making a lot of noise and alerted a staff member - a security guard - of her presence.
He was surprised to find her. He thought that there were no dogs allowed, but he just shrugged. He may have missed something, although he was still sure that pets were not allowed. He was a little confused; she didn't have a collar or any identification. He just let that pass too, and tried to drag her away by the scruff. He got a sharp nip in response. "OUCH!" He cried, letting go of her and jumping away. Biting him was a huge mistake on Dusty's part, that behavior would be classified as dangerous to humans. She resumed her frantic scratching at the door, still plagued by the constant rocking of the ferry. As more security guards came, Dusty became more and more anxious. They confirmed that pets were not allowed on the boat and started to get angry. One of them kicked at her, Dusty jumping away just in time to escape the blow. Then one left then came back with something that looked remotely like a harness. They pinned her down with brute force, her jaws snapping wildly in an attempt to attack them. They slipped the harness around her with much effort and dragged her away, the harness making it easier to get a grip on her. They would ask for her owner and fine them. They made an announcement, asking 'who brought a dog on board' and things like that. When no-one claimed her, they decided to lock her in one of the empty rooms, that room happening to be the one she was in before. Still kicking out with her paws and biting them when they dumped her into the room, they decided they should dump her at animal control when they came to their destination. The rest of the journey was anxious for Dusty. They gave her some food and water, but she ate and drank very little of it.
When they arrived at their destination, they made a move to get to her to animal control, but as soon as they opened the door to the room she had been in, she darted away, out of the room and out of the ferry. She ran down the stairs, she ran when she hit the ground and she ran until she could run no more. She had to escape. She flopped down into a crumpled, panting, heap, whimpering at the sheer pain. She had run for what seemed like hours, and all of her energy had run out. Her instinct told her that she shouldn't be out in the open, so she dragged herself with enormous effort to a reasonably-sized bush. She recovered soon and began adventuring in this new world, becoming used to avoiding people and hunting the new prey there. A new discovery, trash, was a very good source of food, she soon found out.
A D U L T . H O O D
Dusty is still roaming the new land after half a year from being shipped from Australia, finding herself more and more at home by the minute. She met many different dogs, some she got along with and some that were annoying. The more she lived in the place, the more her hatred of humans and the dogs that live with them grew. She still lives there, and doesn't want to change that any time soon.
...THE END c8