Post by Tawnystar6 on Sept 22, 2011 19:16:16 GMT -5
Name: Blur
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male.
Age: 3 years
Birthdate: Autumn 2128
Species: Dog.
Breed: Australian Shepherd + Bordian Cordog (Border Collie x Rough Collie x Pembroke Welsh Corgi x Belgian Sheepdog x Belgian Tervuren)
Purebred: No.
Pack: One Body.
Height: 24"
Weight: 52 lbs.
Build: Built from a lineage of herding breeds, Blur is one thing : slick. His legs are long and slender, yet taut with well-toned muscles and nicely curved shoulders and hips, giving him a fast, free moving gait. His tail is a natural stump on his rump, low set, lying close to his skin. With a lithe form, his neck is a bit lengthy, thick with prominent jugular veins. He has a deep, broad chest for able breathing and stamina, and has a sly, cunning appearance.
Coat: Light, silvery grey fur covers his body, dappled and splotched with coal black pigmentation, resembling an Oreo cookie. He refers to it as 'marbled', and it is so. As a pup, his coat was much lighter colored, and grew darker, revealing more spots as he aged, hinting toward Dalmation blood.
He sports a thick, moderately long coat in which is particularly susceptible to getting caught on burrs, which leads to matted and tangled fur. His legs are feathered thickly, overgrown and hanging. Lastly, he has fur that is especially long on his underbelly, ears, and surrounding his stumpy tail. When he bothers to groom it, it becomes soft and plush, extra warm and wooly in the winter seasons.
Head: He has a clean cut, thick skull with a muzzle that is slightly shorter in length than the back of his skull. His muzzle tapers from the base to a well-rounded, moist, black nose. His expression is intelligent, eager, but wary. His ears are set high on his head, folded, not entirely drooped, and shaped triangular. Skull is slightly domed. His jaw is thick and can exert over 200 pounds of bite pressure, built to protect and gather the flock or herd into a semi-circular group by nipping at the heels. His teeth are yellowed, but the enamel is strong and protects from cavities.
Eyes: His set of icy blue eyes are almond shaped, containing marbling that ventured into his not sunken nor protruding gaze. His eyes are set evenly, and look straight ahead. They show his intelligence and cunning, as well as granting him a gift called "the eye", in which he can stare down and intimidate his flock or herd.
Scars: One noticeably bald gash is slashed diagonally across his left shoulder, approximately 12", or one foot long, having come from a spar between his brother and himself when he was owned by the humans for dog fights.
Accessories: A fairly tattered, yet still whole black and white camouflage bandana is knotted around his neck, having been placed there by a former owner when he was used in the dog fights.
Pictures:
As an adult.
As a puppy.
His bandana's pattern.
Speed: High.
Stamina: High.
Strength: Above average.
Fighting: Above average.
Strengths: By heritage, Blur is agile and quick witted, for he needs this to herd, and his rolling gait grants him a stalking motion, similar to cats abilities.
Weaknesses: Blur's icy blue eyes are surefire signs of hardness of hearing. He is skittish when sneaked up upon and is highly aggressive when he feels threatened, very likely to snap.
Personality: Blur is a proud young masculine, carrying himself like his ancestors. But, a dark secret has transformed him to be wary, and standoffish toward strangers, whom he will attack if he feels endangered. He will only occasionally befriend another dog, most often a feminine who is raising pups alone. He can be merciful, and will be the best of friends for those whom he takes kindly to, loyal and willing to die for them.
Fears: Blur is frightened of sudden movements and being sneaked up on from the rear. He will whirl and attack when surprised, dangerous when frightened.
Family: His mother, Natasha died during his birth and his father still resides with the humans, participating in dog fights and cruelly training his offspring. His name is Alastor. Blur's brother and sister died in the dog fights when they battled him, whom Zena and Thor.
History: Born on October 13th in 2128, Blur was a misfit from the beginning. His mother, Natasha died giving birth to him and his brother and sister, Zena and Thor. He
was always the fastest, strongest, and smartest of the litter, which brought Thor to resent him. As Blur grew to be an adolescent, his brother became a juvenile delinquent, always stealing scraps from the tables and snapping at the humans. Blur began to lose his hearing. One moist April, he was introduced to the dog fights. His father, Alastor, trained him unfairly, to be merciless. Blur was injured many times in training, but he proved his worth when he was forced to battle Zena, his sister and best friend. He had been
forced to kill, or be killed. He hadn't known what he'd done, until it was too late. Zena was killed instantly at his bloody paws. He, of course, tried to back out, but was challenged by Thor himself. Foolishly, the growing dog accepted, which he thoroughly regretted when he found an identical against him. Thor ripped a huge score
down his left shoulder, and outraged, Blur murdered him, too. By now he had had enough, and he strayed away to fend for himself, no longer abused or mistreated. He met several nursing mothers and offered his assistance, sticking around until the pups were ready to weaned, then vanished.
After a year, at two years of age, Blur met a member of the One Body pack, and found himself within its ranks, safe and protected. He's been there for 12 months now, and is happy as could be, more or less.
Played by: Tawnystar6
Role Play Sample: A low lit figure sat hunched over a scrap of fresh-kill, wolfing the meager ration down ravenously. The full moon hung like an ornament in the starless sky of December, snow lightly falling onto the figure. Other dogs slipped into view from
the thick forestation brimming the clearing, cantering steadily past the first dog. The dog gulped down the remains of his catch and launched himself after the pack, out of the shadowed brambles. It was Blur, the herding mutt refugee from the human camp dog fights. His blue marbled coat shone silver in the bright moonlight emitted from the moon, which was beginning to lower itself. The trees swayed in the harsh winter blast, an eerie, distant wailing of the wind was all that could be heard. Not that it mattered to Blur, whom was slightly hard of hearing. He fell into step beside who
seemed like the leader, and in a hushed whisper, he barked, "Tomorrow will be better off than today, my lord." The pack leader nodded, not taking the time to glance at his friend as they cleared a rotting, snow-covered, fallen pine. A conspicuous, painful howl stopped the group of dogs returning to their camp midstep. It came again, more mournful, cracked the second time. "No, not already..."
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male.
Age: 3 years
Birthdate: Autumn 2128
Species: Dog.
Breed: Australian Shepherd + Bordian Cordog (Border Collie x Rough Collie x Pembroke Welsh Corgi x Belgian Sheepdog x Belgian Tervuren)
Purebred: No.
Pack: One Body.
Height: 24"
Weight: 52 lbs.
Build: Built from a lineage of herding breeds, Blur is one thing : slick. His legs are long and slender, yet taut with well-toned muscles and nicely curved shoulders and hips, giving him a fast, free moving gait. His tail is a natural stump on his rump, low set, lying close to his skin. With a lithe form, his neck is a bit lengthy, thick with prominent jugular veins. He has a deep, broad chest for able breathing and stamina, and has a sly, cunning appearance.
Coat: Light, silvery grey fur covers his body, dappled and splotched with coal black pigmentation, resembling an Oreo cookie. He refers to it as 'marbled', and it is so. As a pup, his coat was much lighter colored, and grew darker, revealing more spots as he aged, hinting toward Dalmation blood.
He sports a thick, moderately long coat in which is particularly susceptible to getting caught on burrs, which leads to matted and tangled fur. His legs are feathered thickly, overgrown and hanging. Lastly, he has fur that is especially long on his underbelly, ears, and surrounding his stumpy tail. When he bothers to groom it, it becomes soft and plush, extra warm and wooly in the winter seasons.
Head: He has a clean cut, thick skull with a muzzle that is slightly shorter in length than the back of his skull. His muzzle tapers from the base to a well-rounded, moist, black nose. His expression is intelligent, eager, but wary. His ears are set high on his head, folded, not entirely drooped, and shaped triangular. Skull is slightly domed. His jaw is thick and can exert over 200 pounds of bite pressure, built to protect and gather the flock or herd into a semi-circular group by nipping at the heels. His teeth are yellowed, but the enamel is strong and protects from cavities.
Eyes: His set of icy blue eyes are almond shaped, containing marbling that ventured into his not sunken nor protruding gaze. His eyes are set evenly, and look straight ahead. They show his intelligence and cunning, as well as granting him a gift called "the eye", in which he can stare down and intimidate his flock or herd.
Scars: One noticeably bald gash is slashed diagonally across his left shoulder, approximately 12", or one foot long, having come from a spar between his brother and himself when he was owned by the humans for dog fights.
Accessories: A fairly tattered, yet still whole black and white camouflage bandana is knotted around his neck, having been placed there by a former owner when he was used in the dog fights.
Pictures:
As an adult.
As a puppy.
His bandana's pattern.
Speed: High.
Stamina: High.
Strength: Above average.
Fighting: Above average.
Strengths: By heritage, Blur is agile and quick witted, for he needs this to herd, and his rolling gait grants him a stalking motion, similar to cats abilities.
Weaknesses: Blur's icy blue eyes are surefire signs of hardness of hearing. He is skittish when sneaked up upon and is highly aggressive when he feels threatened, very likely to snap.
Personality: Blur is a proud young masculine, carrying himself like his ancestors. But, a dark secret has transformed him to be wary, and standoffish toward strangers, whom he will attack if he feels endangered. He will only occasionally befriend another dog, most often a feminine who is raising pups alone. He can be merciful, and will be the best of friends for those whom he takes kindly to, loyal and willing to die for them.
Fears: Blur is frightened of sudden movements and being sneaked up on from the rear. He will whirl and attack when surprised, dangerous when frightened.
Family: His mother, Natasha died during his birth and his father still resides with the humans, participating in dog fights and cruelly training his offspring. His name is Alastor. Blur's brother and sister died in the dog fights when they battled him, whom Zena and Thor.
History: Born on October 13th in 2128, Blur was a misfit from the beginning. His mother, Natasha died giving birth to him and his brother and sister, Zena and Thor. He
was always the fastest, strongest, and smartest of the litter, which brought Thor to resent him. As Blur grew to be an adolescent, his brother became a juvenile delinquent, always stealing scraps from the tables and snapping at the humans. Blur began to lose his hearing. One moist April, he was introduced to the dog fights. His father, Alastor, trained him unfairly, to be merciless. Blur was injured many times in training, but he proved his worth when he was forced to battle Zena, his sister and best friend. He had been
forced to kill, or be killed. He hadn't known what he'd done, until it was too late. Zena was killed instantly at his bloody paws. He, of course, tried to back out, but was challenged by Thor himself. Foolishly, the growing dog accepted, which he thoroughly regretted when he found an identical against him. Thor ripped a huge score
down his left shoulder, and outraged, Blur murdered him, too. By now he had had enough, and he strayed away to fend for himself, no longer abused or mistreated. He met several nursing mothers and offered his assistance, sticking around until the pups were ready to weaned, then vanished.
After a year, at two years of age, Blur met a member of the One Body pack, and found himself within its ranks, safe and protected. He's been there for 12 months now, and is happy as could be, more or less.
Played by: Tawnystar6
Role Play Sample: A low lit figure sat hunched over a scrap of fresh-kill, wolfing the meager ration down ravenously. The full moon hung like an ornament in the starless sky of December, snow lightly falling onto the figure. Other dogs slipped into view from
the thick forestation brimming the clearing, cantering steadily past the first dog. The dog gulped down the remains of his catch and launched himself after the pack, out of the shadowed brambles. It was Blur, the herding mutt refugee from the human camp dog fights. His blue marbled coat shone silver in the bright moonlight emitted from the moon, which was beginning to lower itself. The trees swayed in the harsh winter blast, an eerie, distant wailing of the wind was all that could be heard. Not that it mattered to Blur, whom was slightly hard of hearing. He fell into step beside who
seemed like the leader, and in a hushed whisper, he barked, "Tomorrow will be better off than today, my lord." The pack leader nodded, not taking the time to glance at his friend as they cleared a rotting, snow-covered, fallen pine. A conspicuous, painful howl stopped the group of dogs returning to their camp midstep. It came again, more mournful, cracked the second time. "No, not already..."