Post by Christopher on Mar 5, 2012 20:19:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7215/7166450506_f06d641e47_o.jpg) repeat repeat; border: 4px #787878 solid; border-radius: 10px;,true][cs=2] CHRISTOPHER domestic male | |
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,250][classy=title]stats[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Christopher [classy=title]pedigree[/classy][classy=field]Nickname[/classy] Chris, or Pher (said P-er) [classy=field]Age[/classy] Four Years, One Month [classy=field]Birthday[/classy] April 2008 [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Male [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Mixed Breed [classy=field]Eye Color[/classy] Brown [classy=field]Coat[/classy] Black, gray, and white [classy=field]Sire[/classy] Chevy (location unknown) [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Border Collie x Australian Shepherd x Dalmatian x Stabyhoun [style=background-color: white; opacity: .4; height: 1px;] [classy=field]Dam[/classy] Esmeralda (deceased, hit by a car) [classy=field]Breed[/classy] American English Coonhound x Border Collie x Alaskan Malamute x Bluetick Coonhound [/style][classy=title]family[/classy] [classy=field]Mate[/classy] Chris is not in a relationship. [classy=field]Pups[/classy] He has no offspring - neutered. | [atrb=width,250][atrb=valign,top][classy=title]photograph[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Sinister (Sin, Sinny, etc.) [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Female [classy=field]Experience[/classy] Almost eight years. [classy=field]Referral[/classy] - - - [classy=field]Characters[/classy] System |
| [classy=title]likes[/classy] • males [classy=title]strengths[/classy]• humans • pups • games • running • fast • agile • intelligent • sympathetic • loyal | [classy=title]dislikes[/classy] • aggressive dogs [classy=title]weaknesses[/classy]• cats • females • loud noises • cars • talkative • perhaps a bit too self confident • overly dramatic • can't fight • can't stand to be alone |
| [cs=2][classy=title]appearance[/classy] As anyone can see, I am quite attractive. I am rather petite, standing at only eighteen inches, and weighing in at only twenty-seven and a half pounds. My muzzle is tipped in a onyx-black nose, which is quite a bit darker than any of the grayish-black on my face. My eyes are rimmed in the same color that my nose is, and are oval in shape. The irises of my eyes are a bright mahogany brown, appearing almost red in hue. My shoulders are well laid back, and my forelegs are narrow, and are what give me the majority of my small height. My rib-cage is narrow, and deep, my ribs having an almost a flat appearance when I am viewed from the front. My hips are slightly wider than my shoulders, and my hind legs are long and muscular, which are the source of my swiftness, and agility. [classy=title]personality[/classy]My coat is made up of two layers, with the top layer being thick and having both wavy and straight hairs. The undercoat is short, and soft. Feathering is on my chest, the back of my front and hind legs, as well as my tail. The fur on the rest of my legs, ears, and the rest of my face is made up of short fur. The fur from just behind my shoulders to just a bit before the tip of my tail is black. My ears, and the tips of my forepaws are black. The rest of my body is white, or rather looks more gray than anything, while my shoulders, face, legs, and chest are peppered with spots of black. Scars are not something that are common on my body. So, really I don’t even have to go into much detail about that. My voice, is something that should be a dead giveaway that I am not like others you may meet. My voice is fairly feminine, and is actually high pitched compared to most males. ( Really, think Garrett Ecstasy, the former Screamer for BOTDF. ) But, that is me. I have nothing to be ashamed of about my appearance. I shall try to describe to you, my unusual personality. If you get lost, don’t fret dear, because you will soon understand all there is about me, if you listen closely. Now, enough of my rambling! I will just get to the point, and try not to talk to long, or bore you! I’m a fairly flamboyant individual. To elaborate on what I mean by that, is that I’m highly exuberant. Don’t know what that means? Well, it really just means that I’m high in spirits, confident, and of course stylish ( But, now that’s just thanks to my owner! But, you know! It’s always nice to look good, even for a dog! ). I have no shame in it, when I admit that I’m eccentric. My behavior may come off as odd to some, and well my overall self may just be strange to others. I’m not ‘crazy’, per say, but some may believe that I am. [classy=title]biography[/classy]I’m a curious individual, the first thing out of my mouth usually being a question of some sort. I can’t help it thought, seeing as I’m a naturally curious creature. I enjoy figuring things out, and I get satisfaction out of knowing new things, so really my curiosity pays off in the long shot, or so I think. Now, perhaps you’re wondering why I would chose to allow to show a trait that usually only pups, and the most immature dogs show. That’s a simple answer to that. I’m my own self, and I just want to be curious. I can’t exactly help it, but I don’t try to hide it either. I simply flaunt what was given to me. From that statement, you should have gotten the next thing right from the get-go. I’m a self-confident individual. Not so much in the sense that I think everyone will love me, or that I expect others to worship me or something, or even that I think I’m a bag of dog treats and a bone. Rather, I mean it in the sense that I know that I am somewhat attractive, and that I respect myself, and know who I am, and that I’m not ashamed about anything about my personality or my appearance. I hold my head high, and strut my stuff, so to say. Obsessiveness; this is one of the things that aren’t so good about my personality. It is easy for me to get obsessive over something, this also usually making me fairly intense in some situations which may freak others out. My obsessiveness shows though into any relationships that I may have, making me seem clingy, or whatever you want to say. I am also fairly possessive. This trait is actually more towards relationships in my life, rather than anything else. I’m sure you’ve all that that one thing that you where possessive about, that you didn’t want anyone to break, or mess up. Perhaps it was even another individual for you, and you didn’t want anyone to hurt them in any way, and thus you found yourself in a sort of protector kind of role. But then again perhaps you haven’t, but if you have then you know how I feel about my owner, and my close friends. Quietness? Ha! That is not in my vocabulary. But, this is something you’ll notice fairly easily about me. I’m a loud individual. Some may describe it as ‘sassy’, but never the less I am in no way a quiet canine. I can be though, if the situation calls for it. But since I was raised by a human that is fairly loud himself, I sort of adopted this trait. But, don’t look at me badly just yet! I am only loud around my friends, and that is usually just to make them laugh. Or if you anger me. Then, oh my, we all know that you’re going to get an ear full. As you may have noticed by now, or well, maybe not since you did ask to hear about my personality, and thus expect me to talk a lot… Anyways, I am a talkative dog. Get me started on a conversation and I could literally talk for hours. Really, I could, and I’m not kidding one bit on that. I’m a fairly hyper individual. Perhaps it’s the mix of generally fairly hyper breeds in me, I don’t really know. Either way, I know that I usually have an overabundance of energy that never seems to diminish. It pays off in the long shot. That, and being energetic. They both keep my owner on his feet, and fit and attractive. The same being true for me. My constant need for movement keeps me from growing into a fat old house dog, like some. But even with all of the previously mentioned traits, I am also a fairly kind dog. I’ve never really seen a reason to be rude, or horrible to another, I don’t understand how others do it, really. I mean, who knows what the other has been through? Maybe you’ll learn something from them. Anyways, I won’t go into a complete rant about that. I admit it, I am actually fairly jealous of the feral and stray dogs of the city. Why? Well, that’s quite simple actually. They have freedoms of which us house dogs could never have. I admire them at the same time, for their ability to survive, where I’m sure I myself would die. But, never the less, I get my taste of that freedom everyday while my owner is at work, and lets me out into the back yard. It’s not the same though. Either way, I could never leave my owner. I love him to much to hurt him like that, and so I will always be a house dog, with only a silly longing to kiss the wild. I’m a quick learner, as well. I pick up on things fairly quickly, and remember them easily. That alone has led to the amount of obedience training that I have. Even though in most cases, I guess that would be fairly pointless. Either way, if you’re willing to teach me something, then I’d happily be willing to learn it. Which is actually how I manage with I’m roaming the streets by myself, and not end up in the stomach of some crazy dog, or locked up in the pound. Upon getting to know me, you’ll quickly notice that I am a theatrical individual. I am also an overly dramatic dog as well. Both these are traits that I’ve adopted from my owner, and proudly so. I tend to throw myself into some extravagant and unnecessary little act at random times. Sometimes it’s to make others laugh, which I enjoy doing, while at other times… Well.. I don’t really know how to explain the other times. Usually, I am just ‘just’, because it’s just the way that I am. It may annoy others, but others find my overly dramatic, theatrical ways to be quite amusing, or so I’ve been told. As you may have already noticed, I am a overly feminine male. Again, it is just the way I am. I really don’t know how to explain this, so in all honesty, to get a taste of it just have a run in with me! Jealousy. Not something that I’m too willing to talk about, but never the less, I will. Even though I’m not proud to admit it, but I easily get jealous. Not so much over my owner, or even my friends. But those that my heart has given itself to, if I see them with another, and it looks like flirting, or anything more than friendship, well then you better believe I’ll become a jealous little thing. But, I don’t always act upon the emotions that will overcome, but I can’t guaranteed that I won’t walk up and make it clear that I don’t like said individual. But, that is about all that I do. I’m not one of those crazy guys who’ll rip your face off just because I’m jealous of you. I question much. Not the common ‘why’s the sky blue’, or ‘why’s the grass green’ style questions, but rather the ones that are more in-depth. Things like ‘is there more than just this’, or ‘is there a higher being than us’, or even the well-known ‘what made all of this’ style questions. I’ve always been curious about these things, but I’ve failed to find someone whose been able to explain them to me. But, I’m sure many others have these kinds of questions. One day I will figure out the answer, and then I’ll know and I’ll be satisfied. As strange as it may seem, I enjoy some human things. Music is one of those. Now, you may be wondering how on earth a dog can enjoy human music. Well, it’s simple, really! I live with a human, who’s fairly fond of music himself, and because of that I almost constantly hear it. Why not like something that you hear often, right? But I don’t like really all music. Just what he listens to, not the things that you hear the young humans listening to with the fast moving voices, and the strange sounds. With that being said though, if it isn’t obvious, I love humans. I live in their world, so why wouldn’t I? But, like with dogs, there are some humans I just don’t like. But, then, I guess that’s true with just about any dog, right? Or at least the dogs that live with humans. You may notice, after becoming used to me, that I am rather creative. I enjoy coming up with various things such as games, stories, or what ever ideas may be flying around with in my mind. With that being said, I am also an imaginative creature. With those two traits combined, I can come up with some pretty crazy things, in my opinion. That, also making me fairly popular with the younger dogs who enjoy a good little show. I like to watch others. It's that simple. I am an observant dog, and that often getting me labeled as a stalker, or even as just creepy. I can't help it that my mind soaks up things easily about other dogs, nor can I help it that I tend to remember things once they're said once. I am observant, and really, there's all there is to it. With that though, I have the ability to give advice to others. Most canines I become acquainted with with quickly learn that I will take on a sort of motherly, yes motherly role with others, when they are in need of someone to talk to, or needs advice of any sort really. And with that being said, I am also a loyal canine. Once you are my friend, you're my friend for life. My loyalty is a given with my friendship. I may speak my mind a bit to much, but I will stick by your side though the tough spots in life, and I can promise you that I will always be there when ever you may need me. I remember, when I was first born, that I was surrounded by warm, soft, sweet smelling blankets. The bodies of my siblings squirmed around me, while the thunderous heartbeat of my mother lulled me into a nearly constant state of drowsiness until the day that I opened my eyes. At first, the light had sent a jolt of pain so bad though my head, that I’d let out a high pitched squeal. But once my vision had cleared, and I was able to look at the things around me, I never wanted to close my eyes again. This world was huge, and magnificent. To one side, a straight, white wall rose above me, while on the other side, a slightly slanted wall rose above me, nearly touching the white one. I learned later, that this thing, which was a pale tan in color, was called a couch. But, that wasn’t the only thing that I saw. A crumbled, black blanket was beneath us, while the black and white body of my mother lay stretched out farther back into our little cave. My siblings crawled into her belly, seeking warmth. I was the first to open my eyes, the first to see this huge, wonderful world. But, the things that greeted my eyes now where no match for the things that they saw later that day. It had been several hours since I had opened my eyes. My three sisters had as well, but unlike me, they were scared of the world around them, and huddled into our mother’s belly, and closed their eyes tightly as their tiny mouths sucked milk from our mother. I didn’t understand why didn’t share my curiosity about this place. I crawled much farther than they did though, eventually making my way completely around the couch. I was resting, looking around the large room around me, when a loud noise caused my body to start shaking with fear. A deep vibration ran though my body, over and over again, until this huge creature came through the wide opening closer to the other edge of the couch. This creature threw something that had been on their back, and kicked the coverings on their hind paws off. After a second, right before this creature was about to lower them onto the couch, looked over at me. I blinked, when they let out a small sound, before coming towards me, and going down on their knees nearly three times my length away from me, and then scooped me up with in their front paws. This scared me at first, until this creature put me close to their face. This creature, which I later learned was called a human, was called Anna. She was pretty, her hair was an unnatural color, a bright, bright blue, and her face was pale. She was a skinny thing, but her brown eyes were warm as they looked at me, her face going into what I later learned was a smile as she brought me close to her pale lips, an pressed them to the top of my head. I felt my short tail wagging at my backside, as I looked at her. She smiled again, and let out a sound that I later figured out was a giggle. ”You’re adorable, little boy,” She said to me. Her voice was light, and pretty. This house was the one that I grew up in until I was about four months old. The day started off normal, like a typical Saturday. Anne was busying herself walking around cleaning while her mother had gone off to where ever these humans went during the day. Anne kept saying ”Three o’clock. Alyx will be here at three to pick him up.” This confused me. I didn’t know who this ‘Alyx’ was, or who he was supposed to pick up. I just knew that Anne was sad, but happy at the same time. Humans confused me with that. Their emotions mixed, and it didn’t always translate well. But, I’d had the strangest sense that I’d seen all of this before. I knew that both Anne and her mother had been like this when my three sisters where taken, but who else was there to take? It was just me and my mother. Anne’s mother loved my mother, and Anne loved me. We were their dogs, and nothing could change that, right? How wrong I had been. Several hours had passed, and I was now lying on the couch beside Anne, enjoying the feeling of her long, rounded claws on my head, when a knocking sound came from the door. My ears pricked up instantly. Anne jumped up, telling me to ‘Stay’, before she went to the door. Obediently, I stayed on the couch, and watched as she made her way to the door. For a moment she vanished from my view, before her voice rang out. ”Hi! Glad to see that you’re finally here!” She said. ”It’s good to see you, Anne,” A voice, clearly a male’s rang out. I tilted my head to the side. His voice sounded different from another male’s voice. It sounded lighter, and he spoke more like Anne, than any male human I’d known before. I watched as the came around the corner. ”Well, there he is!” She said, gesturing towards me. The boy clapped his hands together. ”He’s adorable!” He said, as he came over to me, crouching down beside the couch, and letting me sniff his hand. He didn’t seem too bad. He looked similar to Anne, in the clothes that they wore on their bodies. Like her, he wore tight fitting shirts, and tight fitting pants, but unlike her shoes, which varied in color and appearance, his looked rather simple compared to hers. But I liked him, and his gentle hands. I liked him almost as much as I liked Anne. ”I’ll take him,” the boy said. ”Justin will love him!” He seemed excited. I was curious. What new adventure awaited me? I soon learned that this boy, Alyx was going to be my new owner. Before I was taken away, my mother told me how proud she was of me, for not acting badly towards him. She had known all along that that was what he was there for. It pained me that she had known that and hadn’t acted sad. But, then, that is what pups do right? They are born, and raised by their mothers until they can handle themselves, and then they are given to trusted people who take care of them. She knew this, since it had happened several times before. Still, I was sad to see my mother, Anne, and her mother go. I remember the car ride with Alyx. He had a truck. It was old and beat up, but I remember the smell of it well. I could smell him, of course, the sweet stuff that humans sometimes eat, called candy, and several other people. I could even smell faint traces of Anne in there. When had she gotten into this truck? I shook off the thought. Her mother did not allow male humans into the house, if they touched Anne differently than any other friends they had. They were not allowed to touch lips, or touch each other in unusual places. With this knowledge, I knew that if she had been allowed in here, that Anne’s mother must have approved of this Alyx boy. But, more recently there was the scent of another boy. Their scents mingled, and mixed together. This confused me. They had touched? I pushed away the thoughts, as I sat up straight, and looked out the front window, watching all of the cars coming towards us, and in front of us, even the various things on the side of the road coming towards us. The ride was interesting, and excited me. It was fun to see new places! The door opened, and I jumped out, the leash dragging over my back, as Alyx quickly picked it up. ”You don’t have to do that,” I told him. ”I am leashed trained after all.” I wasn’t sure if he could understand my words though. It had never occurred to me that humans couldn’t understand dogs, but simply that they couldn’t hear us, because their hearing was too weak, and that is why they talked so loudly to each other. I looked up at him, and waited for him to start walking. He led me towards the door, and as he stopped I waited patiently behind him, remembering how upset Anne’s mother got when I had first walked in before her. I had learned that I was to walk in after the person with the leash, or else I would be scolded. He poked his head through the door, and called out. ”Love, do me a favor. Go sit on the couch.” I felt my ears prick up, and my head tilt to the side as sounds from inside poked at my curiosity. Suddenly, a second voice rang out. ”Alyx? Don’t tell me you have a surprise. You know I don’t like it when you make a fuss over my birthday. I thought we’d covered this.” I looked up at Alyx as he laughed and shook his head. ”It is not a gift, don’t worry. I just want you to see something. Now, just do it, please, Justin!” Alyx said. ”Oh my god, fine!” The exasperated voice rang out. I felt my tail wagging at my backside, as Alyx opened the door, and stepped though door, tugging lightly on the leash signaling for me to follow him. ”Okay, now close your eyes, love.” Alyx said, blocking my entrance from the living room. I looked around in the small hallway that I was in. It was a narrow little thing, with several rooms coming off of it, before it ended in a metal stair case that wound up to a second floor. I was curious to see what was up there, but I didn’t dare move for fear of being scolded. When Alyx stepped forward, and led me into the living room, I instantly started looking around. Finally a person drew my attention. This boy was scrawny, really scrawny, but he didn’t look sick. His legs were covered in bright red fabric, while the sleeveless shirt he wore showed off his boney arms. He reminded me even more of Anne, with his thick hair, with some blue in it, like Anne’s had been completely. I looked at this boy, my curiosity being poked once more. I looked back and forth between this new boy, and Alyx. Alyx was smiling, and looking at him, with what I later learned was love dancing in his eyes. There was something different about these two, than what’d I’d seen between other humans. But something about it, in my mind seemed right. I felt my tail wag once more as I sat down slowly, and waited for what would happen next. ”Okay, open your eyes,” Alyx said, crouching down beside me. Justin opened his eyes, and turned his head towards us. For a second he only stared, before his face lit up. ”Alyx! He’s beautiful!” He said, jumping up. Alyx stood up, and the two embraced each other. I watched, my jaws hanging open happily. I knew that today had been a good day. My life with Justin and Alyx passed easily, and happily. That is.. Until this new person came into our lives. It was a girl, who in all honesty scared me a little. She had piercings all over her face, one even in her mouth, and she wore all black, and reminded me more like a rat than anything. Something wasn’t right though. Alyx would come home, and her scent would be all over him, like Justin’s would. This confused me. I thought Alyx and Justin were mates, not Alyx and this female human, who I still don’t have a name for. Finally, Justin found out. I remember that day more than I honestly want to. There was a lot of yelling, and the air was choked with anger, hurt, and confusion. My own fear scent clogged my nose, as I huddled beneath the coffee table. ”Fine! Be with that whore! I really don’t care anymore, Alyx.” Justin said. I felt my ears press closer to my skull. I liked Justin far more than Alyx, especially of late. I didn’t like the pain that was evident in Justin’s voice. I wanted to bite Alyx, show him that he should not treat Justin the way he had. I heard a loud crash, glass I assumed, as something smashed into the wall. ”Go! I don’t give a fuck! Pack your shit, take the damn dog, and get the hell out of my life!” I backed out from beneath the coffee table, and bolted from the living room, up the stair case, into their bedroom, and beneath their bed. I huddled there, taking cover in the only room not tainted by the fighting down stairs. I looked at the stair case as Justin came up it. I watched as he hurriedly packed up several suit cases. I could tell from his jerky movements, and the way the muscle in his jaw worked that he was forcing himself not to cry. I crawled out from beneath the bed, jumping as a door slammed down stairs. My ears were flat against my skull as I looked up at Justin, wagging my tail slowly. ”It will be okay,” I told him, even though I knew he wouldn’t be able to understand me. He looked down at me, and a ghost of a smile played on his face. ”We’re going to go on a big adventure, Christopher.” He told me. ”We’re not going to see Alyx for a long, long, long time. So long, you’ll forget him.” He was wrong though. I knew what he said was a lie. We were leaving, and never coming back. We were going to go find ourselves a new life somewhere. That was the start of our journey. Alyx became only a ghost of the past, the same being true for the small town we’d been part of for so long. We moved to a new place, that was much larger than our original small town apartment. Now we lived in a huge city, in an small town house near the outskirts of the city. This place was nice though… I just don’t get to spend as much time with Justin as I would like. But I do have much more freedom than I have ever had. And that’s another adventure on its own! |
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