Post by Desoto on Aug 6, 2011 13:37:10 GMT -5
Name: Desoto
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 3 Years
Birthdate: August 6th, 1229
Species: Dog.
Breed: Mutt - Coonhound, Burmese Mountain Dog, French Spaniel, Doberman, Saluki, Japanese Spitz, Foxhound, Otterhound, Sussex Spaniel, Weimaraner, Yellow Labrador, Belgian Sheepdog, English Setter, Brittany Spaniel and Flat-Coat Retriever mix
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 2 ft. & 6 in.
Weight: 98 lbs.
Build: Desoto has a lithe, scrawny build. He's lean with skinny, long legs, which help him sprint and escape out of unfortunate plights easily. He lacks a lot of muscle with the exception of the powerful legs he hones. He's frighteningly thin thanks to a consistant lack of food, which isn't too rare in The Stranglehold. He has a large, rounded chest which leads up his fairly thick neck, and his muzzle is averagely sized; only a little shorter than most other dogs. Because he is so drastically underweight, you can see his spine crawling down his withers to his loin. His skin is tight around his shoulder blades, gripping them and emphasizing how underweight he is when he walks-- easily comparable to that of a lioness when she prowls in the savannah.
Coat: Desoto's fur is a sodden brownish grey, with light brown strips of fur around his nape and face. He has brown spots above his eyes and the shade of his fur darkens around the rim of his nose. The tip of his muzzle is light grey, in which a narrow line of fur descends down his neck and brisket to his belly. His ears are a darker grey-brown than the rest of his body, like a Golden Retriever puppy. His tail is bushy and long, curling slightly at the end.
Head: His head is rather fragile-looking because of his soft, delicate features. His muzzle is short and compact, but not flat like a Pug or Shiatsus. He has a small, grey nose with dark black lips that dangle out from his jowls. His ears are floppy and reach the bottom of his jaw-line. The fur on his ears is different from the rest of his smooth-coated body, as the tips of each hair curls in different directions.
Eyes: His eyes are subtle and circular, wearing a brilliant, rather penetrating amber color. His eyes sometimes appear golden in certain rays of sunlight.
Scars: DeSoto has a long, fleshy gash along his right shoulder that he received on his first battle for prey. He also has two bite marks on the back of his left hind leg, where another dog sunk their fangs into him. He has a bit of burnt fur around his left hock.
Accessories: N/A
Pictures:
A Drawing Of Him ((Scars are not up-to-date on this picture))
The Photo I Based Him Off Of
Speed: High.
Stamina: Above average.
Strength: Below average.
Fighting: Low.
Strengths: Desoto is a very fast runner, picking up dangerous speeds if he's aghast and running from trouble. He's managed to successfully trigger and use this ability for hunting and sometimes stealing prey. When he's comfortable around other dogs--which is rare--he likes to lighten the mood. He's very friendly to those whom he trusts and can sometimes provoke a laugh out of them with his occasional humor. This doesn't occur often though, because stated above, he's very apprehensive.
Weaknesses: Desoto is mentally unstable and very paranoid. If he's without someone to actually socialize with, he can become very anxious and vacillant. (More than he already is)
He also has a weak build, so he's vulnerable against stronger dogs and useless in physical battles. Desoto is also insanely easy to frighten. Even ghost stories will send him flying out of his coat.
Personality: Weak inside and out, Desoto has low self esteem and constantly deems himself useless. He's often had thoughts of suicide, but the fact that he doesn't know whether his father and his brother are actually deceased or not drives him to live and find them. Desoto is socially awkward as well, and doesn't talk much. He'll break under pressure or any kind of stress.
He's not brave in the slightest, only taking chances when he's on the brink of death. He can't stand up for himself at all. Desoto is also very wary of his surroundings. He's become so paranoid that he won't take chances with dogs. Any canine he meets he decides right off the bat that they're nothing but trouble with secret intentions to harm him.
Fears: While he hates the sound of thunder, DeSoto has a soft spot for rain. The rhythmic pitterpattering of the water-droplets on the sidewalk soothes the poor mutt. Since DeSoto fears what he has not seen, he is also scared of humans. The only stories he's heard about them have been injurious and treacherous. He loathes them for starting this hell forsaken disease. Desoto also hates fighting, since there's a poor chance he'll ever win in one. Desoto rather battle verbally, since that's the only type of fighting he can possibly do.
Family:
Father - Kindle (Unknown)
Mother - Squirrel (Deceased)
Brother - Smith (Unknown)
Sister -Unnamed (Deceased)
History: Desoto was born in a litter of three: one sister, one brother, and himself. His sister was premature and died soon after being born, leaving him with just his older brother.
He grew up in an alley way with a wired fence on one side, and a stack of old car tires on the other where him and his mother's nest was.
As he reached adolescence his father began to train them, including tactics such as what to hunt, what not to eat, and how to defend themselves. Halfway into their adulthood, Squirrel passed away from a illness she picked up after eating a poisoned rat. Not too long after wards, Desoto and his remaining kin got caught in a fire during a thunderstorm, and he was separated from both Kindle and Smith. Now his goal in life is to find them, and he still has high hopes even after two years.
Played by: Atticus
Role Play Sample: Golden eyes shifted uncomfortably in the darkness of the city, searching the area for any hints of danger. It had been four months since he had last had a friendly confrontation with another canine, and Desoto was beginning to lose whatever of his stability remained. His haunches up and ears perked, he took a deep breath and swallowed, stalking out of the shadows like a wary mouse. His flanks heaving and his breath thick and heavy, he darted from one side of the street to the other. His skinny legs shook, fear pulsing in his veins. Much to his dismay, a sharp bark was heard only a few meters away. It sounded aggressive and uninviting, so the cadaverous mutt bolted out of sight, blood pounding in his ears and fear engulfing his heart.
His eyes widened significantly as a large doberman emerged from the darkness of the streets, his nose to the air. He's hunting me! he suddenly gasped with realization. The other dog's legs were long and looked rather powerful. This wasn't just another dog he could outrun. But he would have to take that risk. Desoto didn't excel in any other attribute but his speed and stamina, so in a situation like this, those were the only cards he could set on the table.
Trembling in his spot, he shuddered. As he did so, however, he kicked a can that went rolling out in front of the doberman. Desoto's heart jumped into his throat as the black-and-brown dog peered at his hiding place and the two created eye contact. Desoto wouldn't let it end here. Like a flash of lightning, the dark brown mutt flew from the shadows, his paws pounding against the earth as he made a desperate bolt to safety. He didn't have to look back to know that the other canine was chasing him down with the ambition to maim him and probably eat him. Desoto's chest tightened in desperation.
When will this caliginosity end?
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 3 Years
Birthdate: August 6th, 1229
Species: Dog.
Breed: Mutt - Coonhound, Burmese Mountain Dog, French Spaniel, Doberman, Saluki, Japanese Spitz, Foxhound, Otterhound, Sussex Spaniel, Weimaraner, Yellow Labrador, Belgian Sheepdog, English Setter, Brittany Spaniel and Flat-Coat Retriever mix
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 2 ft. & 6 in.
Weight: 98 lbs.
Build: Desoto has a lithe, scrawny build. He's lean with skinny, long legs, which help him sprint and escape out of unfortunate plights easily. He lacks a lot of muscle with the exception of the powerful legs he hones. He's frighteningly thin thanks to a consistant lack of food, which isn't too rare in The Stranglehold. He has a large, rounded chest which leads up his fairly thick neck, and his muzzle is averagely sized; only a little shorter than most other dogs. Because he is so drastically underweight, you can see his spine crawling down his withers to his loin. His skin is tight around his shoulder blades, gripping them and emphasizing how underweight he is when he walks-- easily comparable to that of a lioness when she prowls in the savannah.
Coat: Desoto's fur is a sodden brownish grey, with light brown strips of fur around his nape and face. He has brown spots above his eyes and the shade of his fur darkens around the rim of his nose. The tip of his muzzle is light grey, in which a narrow line of fur descends down his neck and brisket to his belly. His ears are a darker grey-brown than the rest of his body, like a Golden Retriever puppy. His tail is bushy and long, curling slightly at the end.
Head: His head is rather fragile-looking because of his soft, delicate features. His muzzle is short and compact, but not flat like a Pug or Shiatsus. He has a small, grey nose with dark black lips that dangle out from his jowls. His ears are floppy and reach the bottom of his jaw-line. The fur on his ears is different from the rest of his smooth-coated body, as the tips of each hair curls in different directions.
Eyes: His eyes are subtle and circular, wearing a brilliant, rather penetrating amber color. His eyes sometimes appear golden in certain rays of sunlight.
Scars: DeSoto has a long, fleshy gash along his right shoulder that he received on his first battle for prey. He also has two bite marks on the back of his left hind leg, where another dog sunk their fangs into him. He has a bit of burnt fur around his left hock.
Accessories: N/A
Pictures:
A Drawing Of Him ((Scars are not up-to-date on this picture))
The Photo I Based Him Off Of
Speed: High.
Stamina: Above average.
Strength: Below average.
Fighting: Low.
Strengths: Desoto is a very fast runner, picking up dangerous speeds if he's aghast and running from trouble. He's managed to successfully trigger and use this ability for hunting and sometimes stealing prey. When he's comfortable around other dogs--which is rare--he likes to lighten the mood. He's very friendly to those whom he trusts and can sometimes provoke a laugh out of them with his occasional humor. This doesn't occur often though, because stated above, he's very apprehensive.
Weaknesses: Desoto is mentally unstable and very paranoid. If he's without someone to actually socialize with, he can become very anxious and vacillant. (More than he already is)
He also has a weak build, so he's vulnerable against stronger dogs and useless in physical battles. Desoto is also insanely easy to frighten. Even ghost stories will send him flying out of his coat.
Personality: Weak inside and out, Desoto has low self esteem and constantly deems himself useless. He's often had thoughts of suicide, but the fact that he doesn't know whether his father and his brother are actually deceased or not drives him to live and find them. Desoto is socially awkward as well, and doesn't talk much. He'll break under pressure or any kind of stress.
He's not brave in the slightest, only taking chances when he's on the brink of death. He can't stand up for himself at all. Desoto is also very wary of his surroundings. He's become so paranoid that he won't take chances with dogs. Any canine he meets he decides right off the bat that they're nothing but trouble with secret intentions to harm him.
Fears: While he hates the sound of thunder, DeSoto has a soft spot for rain. The rhythmic pitterpattering of the water-droplets on the sidewalk soothes the poor mutt. Since DeSoto fears what he has not seen, he is also scared of humans. The only stories he's heard about them have been injurious and treacherous. He loathes them for starting this hell forsaken disease. Desoto also hates fighting, since there's a poor chance he'll ever win in one. Desoto rather battle verbally, since that's the only type of fighting he can possibly do.
Family:
Father - Kindle (Unknown)
Mother - Squirrel (Deceased)
Brother - Smith (Unknown)
Sister -
History: Desoto was born in a litter of three: one sister, one brother, and himself. His sister was premature and died soon after being born, leaving him with just his older brother.
He grew up in an alley way with a wired fence on one side, and a stack of old car tires on the other where him and his mother's nest was.
As he reached adolescence his father began to train them, including tactics such as what to hunt, what not to eat, and how to defend themselves. Halfway into their adulthood, Squirrel passed away from a illness she picked up after eating a poisoned rat. Not too long after wards, Desoto and his remaining kin got caught in a fire during a thunderstorm, and he was separated from both Kindle and Smith. Now his goal in life is to find them, and he still has high hopes even after two years.
Played by: Atticus
Role Play Sample: Golden eyes shifted uncomfortably in the darkness of the city, searching the area for any hints of danger. It had been four months since he had last had a friendly confrontation with another canine, and Desoto was beginning to lose whatever of his stability remained. His haunches up and ears perked, he took a deep breath and swallowed, stalking out of the shadows like a wary mouse. His flanks heaving and his breath thick and heavy, he darted from one side of the street to the other. His skinny legs shook, fear pulsing in his veins. Much to his dismay, a sharp bark was heard only a few meters away. It sounded aggressive and uninviting, so the cadaverous mutt bolted out of sight, blood pounding in his ears and fear engulfing his heart.
His eyes widened significantly as a large doberman emerged from the darkness of the streets, his nose to the air. He's hunting me! he suddenly gasped with realization. The other dog's legs were long and looked rather powerful. This wasn't just another dog he could outrun. But he would have to take that risk. Desoto didn't excel in any other attribute but his speed and stamina, so in a situation like this, those were the only cards he could set on the table.
Trembling in his spot, he shuddered. As he did so, however, he kicked a can that went rolling out in front of the doberman. Desoto's heart jumped into his throat as the black-and-brown dog peered at his hiding place and the two created eye contact. Desoto wouldn't let it end here. Like a flash of lightning, the dark brown mutt flew from the shadows, his paws pounding against the earth as he made a desperate bolt to safety. He didn't have to look back to know that the other canine was chasing him down with the ambition to maim him and probably eat him. Desoto's chest tightened in desperation.
When will this caliginosity end?
