Post by rosso on Mar 8, 2012 1:54:52 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: Rosso Nickname: Ross Current Age: 2.5 years Gender: Intersexed, but consider him Male. Date of Birth: June 5th a p p e a r a n c e Breed: Pharaoh Hound x Vizsla/Doberman Pinscher. Eye Color: Hazel Coat Color: Gold/Rust Visual Reference: Vizsla, Pharaoh Hound, Doberman Pinscher, Collar. f a m i l y Mate: None Pups: None l i k e s • Running. A lot. • Cheese & cheese flavored treats. • Climbing to high places, artificial or natural. • Making friends and playing with them often. • Challenges and dares. s t r e n g t h s • He has great speed and agility. • Being a hound, he has excellent senses of smell and sight. • He is both practical and sympathetic. • He is resourceful and responsible. • He has a strong survival streak, although this is discovered in time. | [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 OOC Name: Dura Gender: Female Years of Roleplaying: Almost 4 years Referral: Google! Other Characters: None Yet p e d i g r e e Sire: Albrecht Breed: Vizsla/Doberman Pinscher Dam: Ezza Breed: Pharaoh Hound d i s l i k e s • The wet kind of dog food. • Icy weather. • Strong negative smells. • Being locked indoors too long. • Being underground or in small dark spaces. w e a k n e s s e s • He is occasionally, for all his intelligence, a little clueless. • He is easily susceptible to illnesses during winter months or particularly long stretches of wet weather. • He is mildly claustrophobic, though this is enhanced by being anywhere underground, or in the dark, without immediate exit. • Human food tends to give him stomach aches. • He is fast, but weaker in strength than heavier set dogs. a s s o c i a t i o n Domestic |
f r i e n d s
None Yet.
e n e m i e s
N/A
p a c k l i f e
N/A
p e r s o n a l i t y
Ross could be seen by others as a fairly stereotypical "Good Dog." He is obedient, loyal, protective, silly, and entertaining. He is the same way with most other dogs. However, he's not just a nice guy with a positive disposition. He's intelligent, and rather sneaky, too. While not familiar with the streets, he has a cautious streak which usually keeps him out of danger and he's a quick learner, very easily learning from his mistakes. While slightly shy in very unusual circumstances, he is mostly comfortable being himself with just about anybody, although he takes care to not get attached too quickly - he is secretly suspicious of other dogs. In fact, he'd sooner trust a human than another dog, especially a stray or a feral one. This, of course, runs the risk of changing through unfortunate experience.
He is not entirely happy with his human family, the lot being somewhat neglectful in taking his presence and good behavior for granted. While content as a housebroken animal, he is still prideful and denies being just a house pet - he prefers to call himself a Quadrupedal Companionable Guardian. His adventurousness and hound instincts frequently gnaw at him to escape the four walls around him, but he is not willing to abandon his family. Rather, he occasionally gets up the courage to sneak out when they won't notice him gone. Being sheltered the way he is, it's likely such adventures will bring him some trouble. but who can resist such a rebellious act? Going out on his own terms, playing with who he likes, and seeing things he's never seen before. Given how easy it is to escape his backyard, he can't pass up the opportunity.
p h y s i q u e
Ross is a medium-to-large dog with a long body and long legs. His spine is quite flexible, granting him the ability to reach higher speeds without busting his back. His paws are pretty small, and his claws are a rusty color on all four paws. His paw pads are the same color, as are his nose and his eyelids.
His head is somewhat angular, but his snout is more rounded, with a slightly arched bridge. His head, in other words, looks more like his Sire's, recalling his Doberman/Vizsla heritage. His ears, on the other hand, stick straight up, more like a Pharaoh Hound's, though not quite as large. His eyes are hazel; green with some brown. His tail is thin and long, with short fur. If one rudely invades his space to look, he is apparently female, while the rest of him is masculine in build.
Overall, his body is a gold rust color that fades to a rustier red along his back, head, snout, lower legs, and tail. He sports no unusual markings.
He wears a teal colored collar with a black buckle. A round gold tag sports his name and his humans' address.
b i o g r a p h y
Rosso was born to a loving mother and several brothers and sisters two and a half years ago in Italy. He was raised and house trained for a couple months before a human he didn't know came to visit once day. The man played with each of his siblings before picking Ross up and looking him over. The man then left and Ross didn't see him for another month or so.
Then the truth behidn the event became clear. The man returned and picked Ross out as a gift for his nieces and nephews across the Atlantic, and the puppy was carefully packed and shipped in a dark, tight box in a dark, tight space to the US. The event planted a seed of fear into the pup that would develop into lifelong claustrophobia. However, the ride didn't last forever and at the other end was a large family with lots of kids and a big house. Ross quickly put his past behind him as he was accepted and incorporated into this new family.
Ross lived happily for his first year with this family. He was mostly trained in his puppyhood by the family's alpha, a big man with red hair and a calm smile that everyone called "Dad." Ross called him "Dad" too for a time, but after reaching his first year, the man grew very ill and died. Shortly after it became very apparent that Ross's presence was no longer a novelty. The older kids were at an age that a dog was a nuisance to be yelled at for being playful when they were on the phone, and the younger ones frequently only played with him when they felt like it. His food bowl was always full, but only because the maid filled it, and his dog house, as big as it was, was placed outside in the yard. Daily walks became weekly walks, and he had to sneak into neighbors' yards to play with other dogs. He understood the kids were just focused on their own dramatic lives. The one called "Mom" just plain didn't like him. She'd always been more of a cat person... She kept him on a short leash, so to speak, and had little tolerance for his 'antics' even though Ross did his best to be the good dog "Dad" taught him to be.
Nevertheless, they kept Ross in the family, and at two years old he was relocated to the suburbs of a city. His house is big enough for all six kids plus "Mom" and his yard is big enough for a good run. His family problems are still present, though, the change in location doing nothing for that. But, if anything, every day he hears and smells other dogs walking around and palying, some of them with no owner present...
At two and a half years old, Ross finds that a particular board in the backyard fence is just rotten enough to push out of the way. He also finds that he can slip through with ease. He knows that if he's caught on the streets, "Mom" would lock him up for a month, but the pull to freedom is too much and he takes his first steps outside the fence.
p l o t t i n g
+ Ross gets familiar with the neighborhood and the city. He meets other dogs and possibly makes some acquaintances.
+ In the long run, I'd like him to make a best friend, which will most likely be another of my own characters, and also get involved in a bigger plot with other dogs, but what plot remains to be seen.