Post by akumu on May 8, 2006 21:46:14 GMT -5
Real Me::
Name: I prefer Akumu. Or Rach. Whichever floats your boat.
Experience in roleplay: I started late last year. ^^ yeah me a newbie, but still, alright I suppose. I'm Alpha at Hybrid X (also admin.) as Akumu. Part of MSR. And I own my own very new (like a few weeks old) website that i'm currently tinkering with.
Character
Name: Jewel
Age: about two and a half. She's young, but tough
Sex: Female.
Breed: Husky cross Timber Wolf cross gods knows what else. But those two breeds seem to be the most dominant .
Personality:
The world holds no love for perfection, no love, no hope. Yet it holds a place in its heart for destruction and hate, and Jewel embodies all that the world loves. Beaten as a pup, breed to be a hunter, servant to those who taste greed, the fea holds nothing but hatred in her heart. Silent, cold, yet strangely compelling this wolf holds potential that will never be viewed by others. She'll fight when she wants, bites the hand that feeds her. But when faced with the slightest hint of affection, the female runs, horrified that if someone gets close enough to her they might get hurt, and only leave her with more hatred. Terrified of this unknown emotion, the female seeks solitude from others, trying her hardest to keep other "mutts" at arms length. Some call her mad, some say she's just misunderstood. She says " Stop bloody talking about me!"
However, this wolf is never seen that far from her owner, a American engineer named Grithon. He is the only one that Jewel seems to hold affection for.
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Tarron lay breathing hard as the sound of a pups whines echoed through her sharp ears. Her pale sickly toungne lolled out onto the ground as on of the many pups she had attempted to play with her head. She looked up as the little black wolf/husky bit into her ear and tuged on it playfully. Tarron barked at her in a threat and the pup fell down onto her bottem and whinged pitifully. Silver its on the little ones pelt shimmered in the light, and the pup got up and walked away from the rest of the litter to sit alone and watch her siblings suckkle on her mothers meagre offerings.
The door swung open and Tarron sat up fast, the feeling of dread filling every inch of her skinny body. A humans boot steped through the cage door and her little black pup, wanting to play with anything that moved, bounced over to him and tackled his shoe. Words, a unknown language to Tarron sounded off the cages walls.
" The bitch is useless now. And most of the pups are continously on the teet." A womans voice, emotionless. " Your best bet is the little brown one down the bottom."
Tarron looked to the little brown male that was suckling on her teet, massaging her stomach in his desperate search of milk. Oblivious to what is to come. She looked up to see the young man bending down to her little black pup that had tackled the mans boot in playful attempt. He was smiling at it as the pup chewed on his hand. The woman looked down at them.
" She's the most active out of the lot, I have to admit. But not the strongest."
The man nodded. " No, I think I'll take this one." He said, scratching the pup. " She looks strong. What are you going to do to the bitch?"
The woman shrugged. " No use to us.Can't pull a sled, can't bare any more pups without killing them in the labor. Cull her and if the pups don't get taken, them too."
The man nodded and picked the little black pup up. It growled playfully and chewed on his hand again. He smiled and pressed some paper into the womans hand. She nodded and pocketed it.
" Whats her name?" He asked calmly, holding the little pup up and staring into her golden eyes.
" Don't have one." The woman said curtly.
He nodded and walked outside the cage. Tarron whinged and got up, dropping the pups to go after her little black one. The woman kicked her into the stomach and walked out side, leaving the bitch ti whine at the door, calling to her little pup in desperation.
As the door slamed shut behind him, Grithon looked down to the pup in his hands as it stared out at the new world, her little pink toungue lolling loosly from her mouth. The black wolf/husky looked up to him, her pup blue eyes full of innocence that would soon disappear.
' Jewel...'
one and a half years later
Jewel sat in her cage, feeling extremely wierd and awkward. Her Master wondered in and scratched her cheek under her ear. Making her thick pelt shimmer and glint in the snow reflected light. The wolf like female grinned at him, enjoying one of the few treats that the bitch ever got from her Master. He smiled and drew away.
" Well, Jewel." He looked behind him and frowned. " I really don't want to do this. She's a good dog, and it would be a waste if the birth killed her..."
Jewel looked behind him, past the leathered hide of her master at the snarling dog that had been draged into the room. He looked like a grey Timber cross somesort of pig dog cross gods knows what else, but he held definate timber wold in him. The bitch growled under her breath, terrified. Birth? What is birth? Food? And what does "killed" mean? Why was she feeling so awkward?
' Let 'im go.' another voice commanded. The wolf twisted dangerously and Grithon ran for his life, Jewel watched him, slightly amused by this. But then the brute came towards her and the silver tinted black wolf instantly froze. The Timber sniffed the ground and licked his lips hungrily.
" Hello, my pretty..."
A month later Jewel found herself getting fat, and found herself getting slowly. Grithon was pleased and for a while it kept her from hating herself to see her Master happy about her. But then she go even slower, abd even fatter, and that was not a option. She questioned a older dog about it, why she had so suddenly been unable to keep up with the sleigh that well. The old bag had grinned at Jewel, as if she was an idiot, and explained that she was going to have pups.
Now that, in Jewel mind, was unacceptable.
So she attacked the nearest human, a man who had once be known to be sadistically cruel to those of her kind, she could find. At first she had been hesitant, only growling and backing him into the corner. But, at the first bite she felt the grip of blood thirst tighten as the man felt her white powerful canines sink into the bicept muscel. He screamed and kicked her in the stomach, only to strengthen her rip on his torn arm. The sickly sweet taste of his blood tickled her throat, her tounge laped at the taste as her mind slowly felt the grip of maddness take its hold of the black wolf named Jewel.
Someone smashed into her and whiped her with a strong bull whip as the bitch lay on the ground. Helpless to his attacks, she felt the life that grew in her stomach disperse into nothingness with every pounding lash of the whip that hit her. A small smile stretched across her velvet lips, listening to the retreating footsteps and furious shouts of her Master.
As Grithon bent over her, running a comforting hand oer her bloodied and brutilised body, Jewel relised that she could not get the taste of the mans blood from her mouth. And even worse, that she liked the seely metal like taste. But as she looked up to Grithon, his kind whispering words, Jewel could not bring herself to hate his kind, just because of him. She held her taste for blood, placed the nightmare into a little sucluded corner of her mind and buried under memories. For her Master, she could not kill. But if anything happened, anything to harm him.....
No...My Lord Will Not Leave Me...
Thats what she thinks...
Appearance:
Thick silk like pelt that covers her slender form, never ceasing its feel nor thinckness no matter what area it is. She is not a large wolf, no rather made for speed and stealth rather then strength, she is small, seven for wolf standards.Don't ask her owner how much she wieghs, or what breed she is cos he would just chuck a thick book at your head and tell you to look it up yourself.
Her thick pelt itself is deep black from her wolvern heritage, tipped with a white silverish grey color that changes her whole pelt to silver when she is wet, and ripples like disturbed water as she breaths. Dark amber eyes, like the coals of a dying fire, glow sharply, drawing you directly to her eyes to to see the maddened glint in them. There are scars along her slender body, nasty and grey, ruining the look of dark purity, from where the whip had fallen on her form, mostly on her shoulder or on her right side where she had fallen in the snow once and was beaten for her injustice.
A cow hide collar is placed tightly around her neck in a area she can neither scratch or bite. Its a reddish blood kind of colour with her name engraved into the thick leather with the letters painted a fake gold color. The collar classes her as the property of Grithon Swain.
Other:
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Name: I prefer Akumu. Or Rach. Whichever floats your boat.
Experience in roleplay: I started late last year. ^^ yeah me a newbie, but still, alright I suppose. I'm Alpha at Hybrid X (also admin.) as Akumu. Part of MSR. And I own my own very new (like a few weeks old) website that i'm currently tinkering with.
Character
Name: Jewel
Age: about two and a half. She's young, but tough
Sex: Female.
Breed: Husky cross Timber Wolf cross gods knows what else. But those two breeds seem to be the most dominant .
Personality:
The world holds no love for perfection, no love, no hope. Yet it holds a place in its heart for destruction and hate, and Jewel embodies all that the world loves. Beaten as a pup, breed to be a hunter, servant to those who taste greed, the fea holds nothing but hatred in her heart. Silent, cold, yet strangely compelling this wolf holds potential that will never be viewed by others. She'll fight when she wants, bites the hand that feeds her. But when faced with the slightest hint of affection, the female runs, horrified that if someone gets close enough to her they might get hurt, and only leave her with more hatred. Terrified of this unknown emotion, the female seeks solitude from others, trying her hardest to keep other "mutts" at arms length. Some call her mad, some say she's just misunderstood. She says " Stop bloody talking about me!"
However, this wolf is never seen that far from her owner, a American engineer named Grithon. He is the only one that Jewel seems to hold affection for.
Molding:<post mode since your being stubborn>
I Was Taken... Tortured... But I'm Yet To Brake.
Tarron lay breathing hard as the sound of a pups whines echoed through her sharp ears. Her pale sickly toungne lolled out onto the ground as on of the many pups she had attempted to play with her head. She looked up as the little black wolf/husky bit into her ear and tuged on it playfully. Tarron barked at her in a threat and the pup fell down onto her bottem and whinged pitifully. Silver its on the little ones pelt shimmered in the light, and the pup got up and walked away from the rest of the litter to sit alone and watch her siblings suckkle on her mothers meagre offerings.
The door swung open and Tarron sat up fast, the feeling of dread filling every inch of her skinny body. A humans boot steped through the cage door and her little black pup, wanting to play with anything that moved, bounced over to him and tackled his shoe. Words, a unknown language to Tarron sounded off the cages walls.
" The bitch is useless now. And most of the pups are continously on the teet." A womans voice, emotionless. " Your best bet is the little brown one down the bottom."
Tarron looked to the little brown male that was suckling on her teet, massaging her stomach in his desperate search of milk. Oblivious to what is to come. She looked up to see the young man bending down to her little black pup that had tackled the mans boot in playful attempt. He was smiling at it as the pup chewed on his hand. The woman looked down at them.
" She's the most active out of the lot, I have to admit. But not the strongest."
The man nodded. " No, I think I'll take this one." He said, scratching the pup. " She looks strong. What are you going to do to the bitch?"
The woman shrugged. " No use to us.Can't pull a sled, can't bare any more pups without killing them in the labor. Cull her and if the pups don't get taken, them too."
The man nodded and picked the little black pup up. It growled playfully and chewed on his hand again. He smiled and pressed some paper into the womans hand. She nodded and pocketed it.
" Whats her name?" He asked calmly, holding the little pup up and staring into her golden eyes.
" Don't have one." The woman said curtly.
He nodded and walked outside the cage. Tarron whinged and got up, dropping the pups to go after her little black one. The woman kicked her into the stomach and walked out side, leaving the bitch ti whine at the door, calling to her little pup in desperation.
As the door slamed shut behind him, Grithon looked down to the pup in his hands as it stared out at the new world, her little pink toungue lolling loosly from her mouth. The black wolf/husky looked up to him, her pup blue eyes full of innocence that would soon disappear.
' Jewel...'
The Only One Taken.
one and a half years later
Jewel sat in her cage, feeling extremely wierd and awkward. Her Master wondered in and scratched her cheek under her ear. Making her thick pelt shimmer and glint in the snow reflected light. The wolf like female grinned at him, enjoying one of the few treats that the bitch ever got from her Master. He smiled and drew away.
" Well, Jewel." He looked behind him and frowned. " I really don't want to do this. She's a good dog, and it would be a waste if the birth killed her..."
Jewel looked behind him, past the leathered hide of her master at the snarling dog that had been draged into the room. He looked like a grey Timber cross somesort of pig dog cross gods knows what else, but he held definate timber wold in him. The bitch growled under her breath, terrified. Birth? What is birth? Food? And what does "killed" mean? Why was she feeling so awkward?
' Let 'im go.' another voice commanded. The wolf twisted dangerously and Grithon ran for his life, Jewel watched him, slightly amused by this. But then the brute came towards her and the silver tinted black wolf instantly froze. The Timber sniffed the ground and licked his lips hungrily.
" Hello, my pretty..."
A month later Jewel found herself getting fat, and found herself getting slowly. Grithon was pleased and for a while it kept her from hating herself to see her Master happy about her. But then she go even slower, abd even fatter, and that was not a option. She questioned a older dog about it, why she had so suddenly been unable to keep up with the sleigh that well. The old bag had grinned at Jewel, as if she was an idiot, and explained that she was going to have pups.
Now that, in Jewel mind, was unacceptable.
So she attacked the nearest human, a man who had once be known to be sadistically cruel to those of her kind, she could find. At first she had been hesitant, only growling and backing him into the corner. But, at the first bite she felt the grip of blood thirst tighten as the man felt her white powerful canines sink into the bicept muscel. He screamed and kicked her in the stomach, only to strengthen her rip on his torn arm. The sickly sweet taste of his blood tickled her throat, her tounge laped at the taste as her mind slowly felt the grip of maddness take its hold of the black wolf named Jewel.
Someone smashed into her and whiped her with a strong bull whip as the bitch lay on the ground. Helpless to his attacks, she felt the life that grew in her stomach disperse into nothingness with every pounding lash of the whip that hit her. A small smile stretched across her velvet lips, listening to the retreating footsteps and furious shouts of her Master.
One of the many tortured.
As Grithon bent over her, running a comforting hand oer her bloodied and brutilised body, Jewel relised that she could not get the taste of the mans blood from her mouth. And even worse, that she liked the seely metal like taste. But as she looked up to Grithon, his kind whispering words, Jewel could not bring herself to hate his kind, just because of him. She held her taste for blood, placed the nightmare into a little sucluded corner of her mind and buried under memories. For her Master, she could not kill. But if anything happened, anything to harm him.....
No...My Lord Will Not Leave Me...
Thats what she thinks...
I will never brake
Appearance:
Thick silk like pelt that covers her slender form, never ceasing its feel nor thinckness no matter what area it is. She is not a large wolf, no rather made for speed and stealth rather then strength, she is small, seven for wolf standards.Don't ask her owner how much she wieghs, or what breed she is cos he would just chuck a thick book at your head and tell you to look it up yourself.
Her thick pelt itself is deep black from her wolvern heritage, tipped with a white silverish grey color that changes her whole pelt to silver when she is wet, and ripples like disturbed water as she breaths. Dark amber eyes, like the coals of a dying fire, glow sharply, drawing you directly to her eyes to to see the maddened glint in them. There are scars along her slender body, nasty and grey, ruining the look of dark purity, from where the whip had fallen on her form, mostly on her shoulder or on her right side where she had fallen in the snow once and was beaten for her injustice.
A cow hide collar is placed tightly around her neck in a area she can neither scratch or bite. Its a reddish blood kind of colour with her name engraved into the thick leather with the letters painted a fake gold color. The collar classes her as the property of Grithon Swain.
Other:
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I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.
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<<aww....
