Post by Derius on May 13, 2008 21:41:50 GMT -5
Name: Derius
Breed: Boxer
Age: 1
Gender: Male
Alliance: Dark
Description:
He is a very large dog, he has many battle scars. He has piercing brown eyes, with pearly white teeth. He is in very good condition, and is very fit. He stands about two and a half feet tall, and weighs roughly one hundred and thirty pounds. His chops hang down past his actual mouth, making him look older that he actually is. He has a very short tail, his tail is only about 3 inches long, and is very hard. The hair that covers his body is really short, but keeps him really warm during the colder times, and is able to keep cool in the hot times. His paws are worn yet hard from the running, and the rough terrain that he has traveled through the last few months.
Personality:
Derius is a shy dog of solitude; he tends to keep to himself in his territorial hostile nature, while glaring down any outsider with the dark snarl of dominance that was created by the creators of his battle scars. Such events shall stay in the back of his memory; it’s fuel to a file of rage of clouded memory that will unleash on the victim who caused the memory lapse. The hardships of his life dictate his reaction to other dogs. He is willingly to tolerate them, but refuse to be a submissive pregnant dog. The boxer was meant to be a leader. He has gained too much respect and pain to stoop lowly to anyone. Although Derius refuse to be a follower, he can be an assistant to those who need him and choose to seek him out; that is the only light of kindness in the black heart of struggles.
History:
He was born in a litter of about four puppies. His brothers and sister formed a pack, him being left out for his lack of compassion to the rest of the family. He was adopted into a pack after leaving his family, they kept him well. He grew bigger and left, now wondering by himself far away from his home, in the city and the area around it. He now stalks food and hunts in the forest outside of the area, He sleeps in an abandoned Cattalac. He keeps the lining in the vehicle very neat and not ripped, so that he continues to have a nice place to sleep. He Goes running every day for his morning hunt and his evening hunt. His great Grandfather, held a big role in the war, he led a pack of mixed breeds into a large encampment. He ripped the throats of many people, and layed them to rest, he made it out with his life. His pack took alot of damage, but along with him survived the Alpha Female of the group.
Other:
RP Example:
As the dog padded through the loose gravel, a bird fluttering in the background. His ears perked, looking forward he sees a deer. In the dim light the deer can barely see him, silent and deadly he snuck up. About ten feet from his victim, he sprung to life chasing the deer into an open field. Sadly the deer was to fast for him, but later on in the day he was lucky enough to come upon a deer that had recently died. He feasted rather well that night, after that he had a hearty sleep. He awoke the next morning feeling very well, his muscles relaxed, although his feet were still raw from the chasing the deer. As he lied there he thought about his family and what would happen if he had ever crossed them again. He stood after resting awhile, and began his journy to the lake that was about a mile north of his present location. There he could take refuge, hopefully there would be a slight population.
RP Example:
As the dog padded through the loose gravel, a bird fluttering in the background. His ears perked, looking forward he sees a deer. In the dim light the deer can barely see him, silent and deadly he snuck up. About ten feet from his victim, he sprung to life chasing the deer into an open field. Sadly the deer was to fast for him, but later on in the day he was lucky enough to come upon a deer that had recently died. He feasted rather well that night, after that he had a hearty sleep. He awoke the next morning feeling very well, his muscles relaxed, although his feet were still raw from the chasing the deer. As he lied there he thought about his family and what would happen if he had ever crossed them again. He stood after resting awhile, and began his journy to the lake that was about a mile north of his present location. There he could take refuge, hopefully there would be a slight population.
Breed: Boxer
Age: 1
Gender: Male
Alliance: Dark
Description:
He is a very large dog, he has many battle scars. He has piercing brown eyes, with pearly white teeth. He is in very good condition, and is very fit. He stands about two and a half feet tall, and weighs roughly one hundred and thirty pounds. His chops hang down past his actual mouth, making him look older that he actually is. He has a very short tail, his tail is only about 3 inches long, and is very hard. The hair that covers his body is really short, but keeps him really warm during the colder times, and is able to keep cool in the hot times. His paws are worn yet hard from the running, and the rough terrain that he has traveled through the last few months.
Personality:
Derius is a shy dog of solitude; he tends to keep to himself in his territorial hostile nature, while glaring down any outsider with the dark snarl of dominance that was created by the creators of his battle scars. Such events shall stay in the back of his memory; it’s fuel to a file of rage of clouded memory that will unleash on the victim who caused the memory lapse. The hardships of his life dictate his reaction to other dogs. He is willingly to tolerate them, but refuse to be a submissive pregnant dog. The boxer was meant to be a leader. He has gained too much respect and pain to stoop lowly to anyone. Although Derius refuse to be a follower, he can be an assistant to those who need him and choose to seek him out; that is the only light of kindness in the black heart of struggles.
History:
He was born in a litter of about four puppies. His brothers and sister formed a pack, him being left out for his lack of compassion to the rest of the family. He was adopted into a pack after leaving his family, they kept him well. He grew bigger and left, now wondering by himself far away from his home, in the city and the area around it. He now stalks food and hunts in the forest outside of the area, He sleeps in an abandoned Cattalac. He keeps the lining in the vehicle very neat and not ripped, so that he continues to have a nice place to sleep. He Goes running every day for his morning hunt and his evening hunt. His great Grandfather, held a big role in the war, he led a pack of mixed breeds into a large encampment. He ripped the throats of many people, and layed them to rest, he made it out with his life. His pack took alot of damage, but along with him survived the Alpha Female of the group.
Other:
RP Example:
As the dog padded through the loose gravel, a bird fluttering in the background. His ears perked, looking forward he sees a deer. In the dim light the deer can barely see him, silent and deadly he snuck up. About ten feet from his victim, he sprung to life chasing the deer into an open field. Sadly the deer was to fast for him, but later on in the day he was lucky enough to come upon a deer that had recently died. He feasted rather well that night, after that he had a hearty sleep. He awoke the next morning feeling very well, his muscles relaxed, although his feet were still raw from the chasing the deer. As he lied there he thought about his family and what would happen if he had ever crossed them again. He stood after resting awhile, and began his journy to the lake that was about a mile north of his present location. There he could take refuge, hopefully there would be a slight population.
RP Example:
As the dog padded through the loose gravel, a bird fluttering in the background. His ears perked, looking forward he sees a deer. In the dim light the deer can barely see him, silent and deadly he snuck up. About ten feet from his victim, he sprung to life chasing the deer into an open field. Sadly the deer was to fast for him, but later on in the day he was lucky enough to come upon a deer that had recently died. He feasted rather well that night, after that he had a hearty sleep. He awoke the next morning feeling very well, his muscles relaxed, although his feet were still raw from the chasing the deer. As he lied there he thought about his family and what would happen if he had ever crossed them again. He stood after resting awhile, and began his journy to the lake that was about a mile north of his present location. There he could take refuge, hopefully there would be a slight population.