Post by Brutice *~Midas~* on Apr 26, 2006 15:55:14 GMT -5
About You-
Nickname: Slick
Experience in Roleplay: Intermediate-Advanced( I don't think so.)
About your Charecter-
Name: Midas
Gender: male
Age: 6
Blood: wolfdog
Breed: rottweiler x siberian husky x timber x arctic wolf
Description: His appearance has a very strong look to it. His form very bulky and muscular. His coat is both black, and cream upon his chest and muzzle. His eyes are sapphire blue, ember to all. His bark strikes fear into everyone that hears it. His teeth are like daggers from a nightmare. His pelt, like silk and curled in some places. His paws very small yet powerful. His tail is a little stub like all of his kind.
His ears stand up straight most of the time. Inside of his ears, it is pink and his muzzle creamy. His back arches very narrowly, and straight. His pose is very rare and he stand erect and his back arched with his strong back hauntches stretched out.
His legs are long and muscular like most others. His back hauntches are very powerful and can lift things off the ground in a flash. His claws are very sharp like knifes and slash through flesh like razors.
Midas' peltige is also very rare, for it has white, black, cream, black, grey, and caramel mixed together to show his perfect linege. His appendages are very dtrong and allow him to move over the earth very quickly.
Personality: He is a very getle giant to some dogs that he can trust. Others are not so lucky. He will fight, and loves to do so, especially to the death. He is a very furocious dog and does not care if you beg him not to hurt you. If he doesn't trust you, watch your back, because he'll be chewing on it. Whenever he's angry, his nose crinkles up like a bulldog's snout.
He growls to dogs that he doesn't know and will hurt them if they come near him. He likes all genders the same amount and will not stand to hear about flirty dogs or anything like that. He loves to swim unlike most others of his kind and is used to being in the streets.
His temper meter is very long, it takes alot to make him angry, that is if he trusts you. He hates getting his coat dirty and he barely ever rolls in the dirt. He is a very protective dog and will not be tricked easily. He is a very wise and powerful dog and will never give anything up without a fight.
History: Midas was born a stray and is not easily trustworthy to most dogs. He is diffrent from his siblings, he is more muscular and wiser then his siblings. He tried to stand up for the first time and did so. He walked over to his mother and suckled for three hours before giving it up to the rest of his siblings. He let go of the tit and after a few weeks he saw his mother for the first time.
His mother was also born a stray on the streets. His father had died after he fought to protect Midas' mother. The other dog was a boxer and he was a grey boxer aswell. As Midas grew older, so did his mother. After Midas turned two, his mother died at an age of seven. He soon left and his siblings left aswell. Midas walked until he bumped into the boxer that had killed his father.
The boxer bit him on the shoulder and said, Watch where your going punk. He said with a growl and a huff. Midas turned to him growling furiously and bit his muzzle hardly breathing he was so angry. He was going to make this boxer pay for biting him, his shoulder bled a few drops of blood. The grey boxer's muzzle started bleeding aswell. Your gonna regret that, pup. He said leaping onto Midas and tearing his skin apart. Midas struggled to get his back legs under the boxer and kicked with one powerful kick of both legs.
The boxer flew through the air and smack! Right into the street, a car came by, the boxer tried to escape but couldn't. His paw was broken and he couldn't move it. The car passed and all was silent, there was no body, but a trail of blood remained. Midas snorted in victory and turned around and walked through the alley.
His strength and power were growing, and so was his popularity. All who knew or heard about him were frightened, soon he was sent to a cold area. His coat was very short, but that didn't stop him from living. He was one day set free into a forest. The cold frosty air broke the silence between himself. He was soon caught again and was used to work.
Roleplaying Sample: Midas walked into the market, the crowd talking and making a racket. The roar could be heard from miles away. He walked through the empty spaces and came to a cart with meat dangling from a string. He liked his chaps and stepped onto a stool. He lifted onto his back hauntches and grabbed onto the piece of meat. He pulled on it lightly and it came off the string, he held onto it tightly as he jumped off the stool and landed on all fours.
The man saw the dog beside his cart and rolled up a piece of paper and tried to hit Midas. Midas let go of the meat and grolwed lightly at the man and bit his hand lightly. The man pulled his hand away as it started to bleed. Midas picked up his piece of meat and drug it into a secret place where the humans couldn't see him. He began eating the meat peacefully.
He was soon caught and thrown out of the town square. He snorted as he drew in the frosty air. He trotted around, his caramel mitts dipped in and out of the freezing snow. He soon stopped and ran to a tree, there was an open burrow. He began to enter it and soon got comfortable.
Midas soon awoke to the sound of a hare outside the burrow and growled at it, telling it to get away from him. His audits perking up as he stood apon his appendages. Midas' mitts crept silently across the groudn over to the entrance and leapt up. In a flash of lightning, Midas managed to carry the mangaled body into the burrow and began to devour his precious prey.
Glistening pools glanced apon the bones before him and soon burried them in a safe place. His peltige ruffled as a cool, frosty breeze blew in from outside. Midas' linege showed through his skills, abilities, and actions perfectly as he moved through the burrow restlessly. Finally, after thirty minutes of pacing, Midas sat down apon his appendages before sliding down into a laying position. Opening his jaws, Midas let out a large, sleepy yawn.
Midas felt his eyelids fall down as he tried to rise them, he felt himself falling asleep, darkness soon took over his sight as he traveled into dreams of happier times. His appendages were stretched out beside him as he lay peacefully apon his side. The warm, burrow walls kept out the cold, frosty air outside. Curling up, Midas felt a sudden warm presence beside him and took in his mother's sweet scent.
Opening his pools, he saw nothing there and soon fell back asleep. Soon enough, he felt fur brush against his backside and knew that his mother and father were comforting him. Incouraging him to do the best he could throughout his life. Feeling his father's warm toungue, Midas felt a tear stream down from each pool. One for each of his parent's deaths, Midas had avenged his father's death. His mother had died of a sickness that nobody but himself could stop. Midas' mother had died of rabies, and Midas had killed her to stop her pain. Extra tears streamed down his maw as he sighed.
Feeling his heart sink, Midas knew that whatever was to pass in this harsh wilderness, he would have to help everyone he could. Midas was strong, but not strong enough to endure what he had all over again. Lifting his cranium, Midas awoke and sat up in the burrow. Sighing gently, Midas knew that it was his destiny to fulfill his job. Just to be a normal, heart broken dog. But Midas knew that that could never be, for he wasn't a dog. He was a wolf dog, an outcast. Wrapping his tassle around him, Midas awaited the humans to find him and take him to work.
Nickname: Slick
Experience in Roleplay: Intermediate-Advanced( I don't think so.)
About your Charecter-
Name: Midas
Gender: male
Age: 6
Blood: wolfdog
Breed: rottweiler x siberian husky x timber x arctic wolf
Description: His appearance has a very strong look to it. His form very bulky and muscular. His coat is both black, and cream upon his chest and muzzle. His eyes are sapphire blue, ember to all. His bark strikes fear into everyone that hears it. His teeth are like daggers from a nightmare. His pelt, like silk and curled in some places. His paws very small yet powerful. His tail is a little stub like all of his kind.
His ears stand up straight most of the time. Inside of his ears, it is pink and his muzzle creamy. His back arches very narrowly, and straight. His pose is very rare and he stand erect and his back arched with his strong back hauntches stretched out.
His legs are long and muscular like most others. His back hauntches are very powerful and can lift things off the ground in a flash. His claws are very sharp like knifes and slash through flesh like razors.
Midas' peltige is also very rare, for it has white, black, cream, black, grey, and caramel mixed together to show his perfect linege. His appendages are very dtrong and allow him to move over the earth very quickly.
Personality: He is a very getle giant to some dogs that he can trust. Others are not so lucky. He will fight, and loves to do so, especially to the death. He is a very furocious dog and does not care if you beg him not to hurt you. If he doesn't trust you, watch your back, because he'll be chewing on it. Whenever he's angry, his nose crinkles up like a bulldog's snout.
He growls to dogs that he doesn't know and will hurt them if they come near him. He likes all genders the same amount and will not stand to hear about flirty dogs or anything like that. He loves to swim unlike most others of his kind and is used to being in the streets.
His temper meter is very long, it takes alot to make him angry, that is if he trusts you. He hates getting his coat dirty and he barely ever rolls in the dirt. He is a very protective dog and will not be tricked easily. He is a very wise and powerful dog and will never give anything up without a fight.
History: Midas was born a stray and is not easily trustworthy to most dogs. He is diffrent from his siblings, he is more muscular and wiser then his siblings. He tried to stand up for the first time and did so. He walked over to his mother and suckled for three hours before giving it up to the rest of his siblings. He let go of the tit and after a few weeks he saw his mother for the first time.
His mother was also born a stray on the streets. His father had died after he fought to protect Midas' mother. The other dog was a boxer and he was a grey boxer aswell. As Midas grew older, so did his mother. After Midas turned two, his mother died at an age of seven. He soon left and his siblings left aswell. Midas walked until he bumped into the boxer that had killed his father.
The boxer bit him on the shoulder and said, Watch where your going punk. He said with a growl and a huff. Midas turned to him growling furiously and bit his muzzle hardly breathing he was so angry. He was going to make this boxer pay for biting him, his shoulder bled a few drops of blood. The grey boxer's muzzle started bleeding aswell. Your gonna regret that, pup. He said leaping onto Midas and tearing his skin apart. Midas struggled to get his back legs under the boxer and kicked with one powerful kick of both legs.
The boxer flew through the air and smack! Right into the street, a car came by, the boxer tried to escape but couldn't. His paw was broken and he couldn't move it. The car passed and all was silent, there was no body, but a trail of blood remained. Midas snorted in victory and turned around and walked through the alley.
His strength and power were growing, and so was his popularity. All who knew or heard about him were frightened, soon he was sent to a cold area. His coat was very short, but that didn't stop him from living. He was one day set free into a forest. The cold frosty air broke the silence between himself. He was soon caught again and was used to work.
Roleplaying Sample: Midas walked into the market, the crowd talking and making a racket. The roar could be heard from miles away. He walked through the empty spaces and came to a cart with meat dangling from a string. He liked his chaps and stepped onto a stool. He lifted onto his back hauntches and grabbed onto the piece of meat. He pulled on it lightly and it came off the string, he held onto it tightly as he jumped off the stool and landed on all fours.
The man saw the dog beside his cart and rolled up a piece of paper and tried to hit Midas. Midas let go of the meat and grolwed lightly at the man and bit his hand lightly. The man pulled his hand away as it started to bleed. Midas picked up his piece of meat and drug it into a secret place where the humans couldn't see him. He began eating the meat peacefully.
He was soon caught and thrown out of the town square. He snorted as he drew in the frosty air. He trotted around, his caramel mitts dipped in and out of the freezing snow. He soon stopped and ran to a tree, there was an open burrow. He began to enter it and soon got comfortable.
Midas soon awoke to the sound of a hare outside the burrow and growled at it, telling it to get away from him. His audits perking up as he stood apon his appendages. Midas' mitts crept silently across the groudn over to the entrance and leapt up. In a flash of lightning, Midas managed to carry the mangaled body into the burrow and began to devour his precious prey.
Glistening pools glanced apon the bones before him and soon burried them in a safe place. His peltige ruffled as a cool, frosty breeze blew in from outside. Midas' linege showed through his skills, abilities, and actions perfectly as he moved through the burrow restlessly. Finally, after thirty minutes of pacing, Midas sat down apon his appendages before sliding down into a laying position. Opening his jaws, Midas let out a large, sleepy yawn.
Midas felt his eyelids fall down as he tried to rise them, he felt himself falling asleep, darkness soon took over his sight as he traveled into dreams of happier times. His appendages were stretched out beside him as he lay peacefully apon his side. The warm, burrow walls kept out the cold, frosty air outside. Curling up, Midas felt a sudden warm presence beside him and took in his mother's sweet scent.
Opening his pools, he saw nothing there and soon fell back asleep. Soon enough, he felt fur brush against his backside and knew that his mother and father were comforting him. Incouraging him to do the best he could throughout his life. Feeling his father's warm toungue, Midas felt a tear stream down from each pool. One for each of his parent's deaths, Midas had avenged his father's death. His mother had died of a sickness that nobody but himself could stop. Midas' mother had died of rabies, and Midas had killed her to stop her pain. Extra tears streamed down his maw as he sighed.
Feeling his heart sink, Midas knew that whatever was to pass in this harsh wilderness, he would have to help everyone he could. Midas was strong, but not strong enough to endure what he had all over again. Lifting his cranium, Midas awoke and sat up in the burrow. Sighing gently, Midas knew that it was his destiny to fulfill his job. Just to be a normal, heart broken dog. But Midas knew that that could never be, for he wasn't a dog. He was a wolf dog, an outcast. Wrapping his tassle around him, Midas awaited the humans to find him and take him to work.