Post by Appalachian on Mar 19, 2012 12:10:30 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] APPALACHIAN feral male | |
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,250][classy=title]stats[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Appalachian (Ap-puh-latch-un) [classy=title]pedigree[/classy][classy=field]Nickname[/classy] Latch [classy=field]Age[/classy] Four Years [classy=field]Birthday[/classy] June 2005 [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Male [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Mixed Breed [classy=field]Eye Color[/classy] Brown [classy=field]Coat[/classy] Solid black with white [classy=field]Sire[/classy] Turnip [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Lab x Border Collie x Whippet x Mutt [style=background-color: white; opacity: .4; height: 1px;] [classy=field]Dam[/classy] Sky [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Scottish Collie x Border Collie x Mutt [/style][classy=title]family[/classy] [classy=field]Mate[/classy] Latch is not in a relationship. [classy=field]Pups[/classy] He has no offspring. | [atrb=width,250][atrb=valign,top][classy=title]photograph[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Quirky Tea [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Female [classy=field]Experience[/classy] More than five years. [classy=field]Referral[/classy] RPGC [classy=field]Characters[/classy] Kory |
| [classy=title]likes[/classy] • everybody – he doesn't draw lines when it comes to romance, friendship, or anything [classy=title]strengths[/classy]• sweets • killing little critters and chasing livestock engorging himself so much that he can't move • to throw himself into everything • finding trinkets, scents, and fun places • wandering • telling stories • fighting and hunting • experienced, knows how to survive • charismatic and confident • easy-going • puts family above everything, gets along well with puppies and their dams • rather honest about who he is | [classy=title]dislikes[/classy] • his old injuries getting sore [classy=title]weaknesses[/classy]• feeling hungry • staying in one place for too long • urban areas compared to rural areas • humans – more a fear than dislike • anybody who tries to rein him in • becoming bored • rash • aimless • any talk about his momma • afraid of commitment • doesn't have any formal knowledge • prone to exaggeration • shameless, absolutely shameless |
| [cs=2][classy=title]appearance[/classy] Short, coarse fur protect Latch from the elements. An easy grin is usually on his face, though it only accentuates the half-insane look on his face. His brown eyes hold an insane wisdom in there, the sort that says, "Well, I'm crazy enough to know this..." His ears are held at eccentric angles, as if they couldn't decide whether to stand straight up or flop over. Some days, they do flop; others, they prick up except for the tips; and, other days still, they don't even match. He's a medium sized dog, peaking into fifty pounds when he's well fed. His condition reflects that of a feral dog. He's usually got some fleas and ticks hitching a ride wherever he goes. His tail is straight, with a slight arc that points the tip up. His color is black, except for the white on his paws, the graying of his muzzle, and the T-shaped white mark on his chest. [classy=title]personality[/classy]Latch moves with a body that knows the ground. He's a dirty fighter and has some power in his wiry frame, mostly through the sheer force and speed to which he attacks. A feral dog, especially one with the hunting ability as Latch has, does not second guess and his sure movements reveal this. Looking at him and every dog can tell that he's confident, cocksure, and ready to fight any dog that has a problem with that. Of course, he has the scars to prove that he had to learn how to handle himself both as a feral dog and as a dog that picks fights. He has scars flecked on his face, his chest, and shoulders, from his kamikaze strategy of head-on attacks in his youth. He has since replaced this with a bit more finesse, exemplified by the fewer, and smaller scars on his sides. These originated from glancing blows. He is missing two toes on his right front paw, actually from stepping on a knife. It hurts when its about to rain and while it's raining, and sometimes with the phantom pain of missing toes. Finally, his heritage is heard through his voice. His twangy accent reveals that he's a dog that rolled from the country—and not just the fields outside the city either. Latch's voice is a baritone one, with a hint of warmth to it. Latch is a dog for which first impressions are rather on the mark. His name, Appalachian, pronounced "Ap-puh-latch-un" like they do it in the mountains and hills where his mother comes from reveals his origin, his upbringing. His nickname Latch show that he's a no-frills type of dog. He's down to earth, easy-going, and has that country-bumpkin charm to him. He'd be a young dog if he was a house pet or even a stray, but as a feral dog, he's got experience and a worldliness that those who live close to humans could hardly touch upon. He's willing to share. In fact, he's willing to share everything. [classy=title]biography[/classy]There's something about his carefree and blasé outlook that lends itself to a lazy sort of charisma. He's uneducated and he's rather dim on the subjects that just don't matter to him. He can't tell you which is his favorite brand of dog food and discuss the infinitesimal details that differentiate the flavors. He'd rather just tear a rabbit to pieces and eat it up, leaving next to nothing as he lay engorged under a bush somewhere. He doesn't care about shots or health or anything like that. He's doing fine enough (his words) and he's sure that if he's gonna die, then death better come get him. He's not ambitious, so pet dogs that do things like obedience trials just elicit a huge huh? from him. He's an aimless fool and enjoys every second of it. Latch is a wanderer. He moves around, unattached to anything or anybody. He makes loose bonds with the dogs he meets, but has a few strong friends who he socializes with a bit of catching up with the news before he's off again. Sometimes, he has a tag-along, but most of his time is spent walking alone and meeting fresh faces. He's in love with change and doesn't see the point of sticking around. He loves other dogs, definitely, showing a particular soft spot to puppies and their dams. If the sire is around and showing his support, Latch is absolutely polite as well. He doesn't see himself with a mate and puppies, but not because he's afraid of commitment—just because he doesn't see how he'd find a bitch who'd be happy to wander as much as he does. Family raising tends to root a dog down in one place. Despite his relatively easy-going nature, he does get into a fair share of fights. He has a cocksure way of carrying himself. He knows that if he survives it would be because of his own hard work and smarts. A dog without substance doesn't survive long out on his own, so Latch is sure that he has got the "stuff." His confidence does raise a few flags and some dogs find it irritating. Latch is just as happy to roll into a fight as he is to make a friend. He has the scars to prove it. He gives good fights and has been beat enough times. Most of dog fighting anyways is all ritualized. Snap the air, make a big show, and whoever makes the biggest, best show wins. Sometimes it takes a pinch or a bite, but then it's all over. Everyone goes home with a new enemy. Maybe a new friend if they like a good fight. Latch doesn't care. However, despite his skills in fighting and hunting, Latch is a lover. He loves everyone. He doesn't make distinctions. It would be a bit underwhelming to call him bisexual, but really, he's just an open guy. Latch is all about the one special night and he has the charisma and romantic tendencies to make an impression. He loves females, whether they are a fluffed up pet or a wild-eyed witch. He likes males too, especially the sweet kind, but he's not afraid to play that part himself. He sees romance like this: I like you, you like me, wanna see if we love each other? And then they go from there. If it doesn't work, he's able to just shrug it off and go on as if nothing happened. However, his partners might not be able to. There are a few buttons that a dog can push to break his nonchalance. Hurting a puppy, a mother dog, or one of the elderly dogs can make him see red, but he can keep himself calm, which might make him crueler when he avenges the victims. One thing that is almost sure to guarantee a situation that can explode into a fight is any mention that his mother was less than the best momma in the world. Latch followed her around, acting as a body guard of sorts as her health failed due to parasites and disease, and was a definite momma's boy. He doted over her, and still cherishes her to this day. She's a dog that is either mentioned in accolades or not at all. Latch is a mutt through and through, though the result of an oops litter. His ancestors were largely of the farm collie landrace—dogs who were put together because they worked well, not because they were pure of blood. However, his mother was not meant to be bred. She was too rough to the sheep. In fact, she was downright predatory to them, forsaking her roots as a working dog and becoming nothing short of a murderer. She became a wanderer and found her way into the city, where she became impregnated by some street dog, probably a Labrador mix, and whelped her puppies. She had a big litter, eight, but of the eight, only three survived: Latch being one of them. He has a brother and a sister wandering around somewhere. She raised them on her own, with just a little help from a human or two who took pity or a dog that had hunted a little extra. She helped with her own hunts, her knowledge of the workings of a farm allowed the feral and stray dogs steal a few chickens before the farmers tightened up the fencing, made it harder to get in. She was a clever dog and knew humans, a trait that, try as she might, just wasn't able to transfer into Latch's pool of knowledge. She tried not to pick favorites and raised them with some hard discipline. Latch became extremely obedient to her. Latch remained a complete momma's boy until the day his mother died. He stayed with her because he just was the doting son. Then, he stayed with her because her health was failing. He guarded her from anybody who so much as looked at her the wrong way. When she finally passed, one would expect him to just howl in sadness. But he didn't. Instead, he just internalized it all, took note of it, and went on his way. Some could say he didn't care, but the thing was, he considered what it would mean for a tough dog like him to just start crying about his momma. He was the strong son that protected her, so he shed no tears, keeping his grief inside because he still wanted to be the strong son that protected her. To this day, if someone so much as say a bad word against her, he will take offense. For the most part, since her death about two years ago, he's been wandering, just being himself. |
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