Post by Nate (razz) on Mar 26, 2006 17:02:16 GMT -5
About You-
Nickname: razz
Experience in Roleplay: Lots. I ran Putnar Chase, I run The Void and Outcasts and am soon opening a new site, I was on the old PW.
About your Charecter-
Name: Nate
Gender: male
Age: 2 years
Blood: dog
Breed: half border collie/one quarter husky/one quarter wolf
Fur color: Mostly black, with white on hind paws, front legs, shoulders, and a "collar" around the neck, white muzzle
Eye color: brown
Markings: White streak on muzzle and blotch on forehead
Other: He looks mostly like a border collie but has unusual size and strength, from his wolf/husky father. His fur is also fuzzier than a collie's would be, especially around the muzzle, and he has strangely large teeth.
Personality: Nate is very smart and loyal, though his quick tongue and temper betray him to the more fiery of dogs. He has a talent for stealing and sneaking around, though sometimes goes hungry for the lack of garbage in Cheyenne. The collie mix is very fast and somewhat strong (though not nearly so much as a wolf), and he has taken part in a few fights. He is very strong-spoken when he gets an idea in his head or when someone insults his beliefs or heritage, and has almost an addiction to the opposite sex; Nate loves being around females.
History: Nate's mother was a purebreed, raised by a dog breeder. She was a calm, loyal, kind dog who understood humans a little (as is common with collies, their being some of the smartest dogs). When her humans began talking about a strange dog in the neighborhood, she thought nothing of it. But then her master's husband brought out his gun, and she understood that the strange dog was not a good thing.
Unfortunately, she was in heat during this time, and the dog (who was half husky, half wolf) could smell it. He forcebred her and a few days after was trapped by the master and handed over to the pound, where he was euthanized. The collie bitch, pregnant, lost her value in the humans' minds, and soon after birthing the pups was also sent to the pound. Two of the three pups were soon adopted, and the mother, but Nate was left alone at only three months old. He stayed in the shelter for another two months before he was to be euthanized, but a kind and learned doberman warned the collie pup about his impending death and when the man came, the doberman, who was in the same cage, would let him nowhere near Nate. While men tried to keep the dog under control, the pup ran out and escaped. The doberman was put to sleep.
Nate spent the next year eating out of garbage cans, though he was chased toward the edge of the city when he stole a ham from a butcher shop. He had heard tell of the gold rush from hunting dogs through their fences, and was eager to explore. Lucky for him - or so he thought - he was picked up off the street by some men in a truck. These men put him in a crate and shipped him up to Alaska.
Roleplaying Sample: (Note: this is from Outcasts, my own site, which is set in Cheyenne Forest. The dogs can understand humans on there... can they or can't they at PW? Also I don't know how many sentences this is but it's 514 words, 455 without the song... which is long for me, but not too far off.)
His name was Nate, and he was a sad story. His mother, a purebred collie, belonged to a breeder; his father was a wolfdog who stumbled into the neighborhood and was shot soon after raping her. Once the collie bitch started showing her masters lost interest in her and soon after Nate was born, she was abandoned. One by one, Nate's siblings and mother were adopted - not him. After months in the pound a wise doberman had helped him escape euthanasia and he lived on the streets, a scavenger. That was his life; he was like the ravens and crows that always gathered round a kill.
Nate padded toward the sound of the rushing, booming, falling water and growled hungrily. It had been a day or two since his last meal and two years was hardly enough for him to hunt, even with his strong muscles and oddly large teeth. That was from his father, though he never knew it. So was the odd fuzziness of his fur. Most of it was black, though a ring of white covered his forelegs and shoulders and branched out to his stomach and muzzle, where it streaked upward and formed a lopsided blotch on the dog's forehead.
The quiet was odd, and even though he had been in the forest awhile, it was strange to Nate. He cast cautious looks over each shoulder and began to hum a song he had heard on
(What do the humans call it?)
the radio. After a few moments the hum became singing, and the collie's voice was smooth and even as he sang:
"Another turning point,
A fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist,
Directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test and don't ask why.
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable,
And in the end it's right,
I hope you had the time of your life....
"Oh hell, who am I kidding?" He laughed humorlessly and stopped with the singing. Nate had been through hell the last few months, trying to scavenge in a forest where the only real survivors killed their own food. He growled, and his stomach followed suit. The sound of the water was much closer now, though, and soon he could see the cloud of foam above the rocks.
"Lah, dee, dah... boy oh boy, looks like it's fish tonight." He sat on the bank with his head and one paw high above the water so as not to cast a shadow, and when a fish swam by he shot his paw in. The fish flew out of the river in a shimmer of silver that sprayed Nate with droplets, and landed on the bank. The collie picked it up in his mouth and bit down hard to kill it, then dropped his meal back on the ground and began to eat. When he had finished this, he reached back into the water for a second fish. Never know when the next meal's gonna be... God, ain't it true?
Picture*:
By moi. I have lots others but they're like 2500 pixels wide.
Nickname: razz
Experience in Roleplay: Lots. I ran Putnar Chase, I run The Void and Outcasts and am soon opening a new site, I was on the old PW.
About your Charecter-
Name: Nate
Gender: male
Age: 2 years
Blood: dog
Breed: half border collie/one quarter husky/one quarter wolf
Fur color: Mostly black, with white on hind paws, front legs, shoulders, and a "collar" around the neck, white muzzle
Eye color: brown
Markings: White streak on muzzle and blotch on forehead
Other: He looks mostly like a border collie but has unusual size and strength, from his wolf/husky father. His fur is also fuzzier than a collie's would be, especially around the muzzle, and he has strangely large teeth.
Personality: Nate is very smart and loyal, though his quick tongue and temper betray him to the more fiery of dogs. He has a talent for stealing and sneaking around, though sometimes goes hungry for the lack of garbage in Cheyenne. The collie mix is very fast and somewhat strong (though not nearly so much as a wolf), and he has taken part in a few fights. He is very strong-spoken when he gets an idea in his head or when someone insults his beliefs or heritage, and has almost an addiction to the opposite sex; Nate loves being around females.
History: Nate's mother was a purebreed, raised by a dog breeder. She was a calm, loyal, kind dog who understood humans a little (as is common with collies, their being some of the smartest dogs). When her humans began talking about a strange dog in the neighborhood, she thought nothing of it. But then her master's husband brought out his gun, and she understood that the strange dog was not a good thing.
Unfortunately, she was in heat during this time, and the dog (who was half husky, half wolf) could smell it. He forcebred her and a few days after was trapped by the master and handed over to the pound, where he was euthanized. The collie bitch, pregnant, lost her value in the humans' minds, and soon after birthing the pups was also sent to the pound. Two of the three pups were soon adopted, and the mother, but Nate was left alone at only three months old. He stayed in the shelter for another two months before he was to be euthanized, but a kind and learned doberman warned the collie pup about his impending death and when the man came, the doberman, who was in the same cage, would let him nowhere near Nate. While men tried to keep the dog under control, the pup ran out and escaped. The doberman was put to sleep.
Nate spent the next year eating out of garbage cans, though he was chased toward the edge of the city when he stole a ham from a butcher shop. He had heard tell of the gold rush from hunting dogs through their fences, and was eager to explore. Lucky for him - or so he thought - he was picked up off the street by some men in a truck. These men put him in a crate and shipped him up to Alaska.
Roleplaying Sample: (Note: this is from Outcasts, my own site, which is set in Cheyenne Forest. The dogs can understand humans on there... can they or can't they at PW? Also I don't know how many sentences this is but it's 514 words, 455 without the song... which is long for me, but not too far off.)
His name was Nate, and he was a sad story. His mother, a purebred collie, belonged to a breeder; his father was a wolfdog who stumbled into the neighborhood and was shot soon after raping her. Once the collie bitch started showing her masters lost interest in her and soon after Nate was born, she was abandoned. One by one, Nate's siblings and mother were adopted - not him. After months in the pound a wise doberman had helped him escape euthanasia and he lived on the streets, a scavenger. That was his life; he was like the ravens and crows that always gathered round a kill.
Nate padded toward the sound of the rushing, booming, falling water and growled hungrily. It had been a day or two since his last meal and two years was hardly enough for him to hunt, even with his strong muscles and oddly large teeth. That was from his father, though he never knew it. So was the odd fuzziness of his fur. Most of it was black, though a ring of white covered his forelegs and shoulders and branched out to his stomach and muzzle, where it streaked upward and formed a lopsided blotch on the dog's forehead.
The quiet was odd, and even though he had been in the forest awhile, it was strange to Nate. He cast cautious looks over each shoulder and began to hum a song he had heard on
(What do the humans call it?)
the radio. After a few moments the hum became singing, and the collie's voice was smooth and even as he sang:
"Another turning point,
A fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist,
Directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test and don't ask why.
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable,
And in the end it's right,
I hope you had the time of your life....
"Oh hell, who am I kidding?" He laughed humorlessly and stopped with the singing. Nate had been through hell the last few months, trying to scavenge in a forest where the only real survivors killed their own food. He growled, and his stomach followed suit. The sound of the water was much closer now, though, and soon he could see the cloud of foam above the rocks.
"Lah, dee, dah... boy oh boy, looks like it's fish tonight." He sat on the bank with his head and one paw high above the water so as not to cast a shadow, and when a fish swam by he shot his paw in. The fish flew out of the river in a shimmer of silver that sprayed Nate with droplets, and landed on the bank. The collie picked it up in his mouth and bit down hard to kill it, then dropped his meal back on the ground and began to eat. When he had finished this, he reached back into the water for a second fish. Never know when the next meal's gonna be... God, ain't it true?
Picture*:
By moi. I have lots others but they're like 2500 pixels wide.