Post by Wei on Jul 6, 2011 0:48:55 GMT -5
Name: Wei
Alias: None
Gender: Male.
Age: 5
Birthdate: summer 2125
Species: Dog.
Breed: Formosan Mountain Dog X indistinguishable mutt
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 27" at shoulder
Weight: 51 lbs.
Build: Wei is in good health, but his awkwardly leggy proportions and resultant slouch may suggest otherwise; when sitting, his hunch is particularly noticeable, shoulder blades protruding prominently. His body and neck are stocky, broad and leanly-muscled, but they are supported by legs that seem too long and gangly for his midsection. His paws are long and narrow. He has the tail of a Formosan, which hooks upwards near the tip like a fishhook.
Coat: From afar, Wei is your regular dirty yellow mutt. Up close, one can observe the mixture of light orange and tans, interspersed with patches of dark brindle. The underside of his maw and cheeks are off-white, painting him a foxlike portrait. His fur is very short all over, especially at his belly where it thins out almost completely, exposing the darker skin.
Like most weatherworn strays, his coat is rough and grimy to the touch, leaving a musty residue when rubbed against something. His ears, however, have retained their velvety softness. Small cuts, scabs, and bald patches can be found variously on his body, many caused by vigorous scratching due to mosquito bites.
Head: Wei¡¦s head is built on a gently-sloping brow, raised cheekbones, and a long, sharply-tapered snout. His ears are narrow and tall, always protruding rigidly from his skull. He has big nostrils.
Eyes: Almond-shaped, auburn with a touch of longing.
Scars: There is a fleshy, Pringle-sized scab at back of his right haunch where a human had smacked him with a torch.
Accessories: None
Pictures: photo
Speed: Above average.
Stamina: High.
Strength: Average.
Fighting: Below average.
Strengths:
- Excellent tracker, hunter
- Selectively competitive
- Inventive, resourceful
- Agile, sure-footed, skilled in overcoming a myriad of obstacles (see: dog parkour)
- Dexterous, practiced at manipulating objects
- Revels in summer heat
Weaknesses:
- Highly affected by the presence of humans
- Difficulty comprehending sentiment and forming emotional bonds
- Highly susceptible to the cold
- Also, mosquitoes
- Inexperienced fighter
Personality: Amiable and outgoing among strangers, Wei comes off as a social fellow, always ready for a good time. He is emotionally well-mannered despite his sometimes crude sense of humor, though physically the stray is rather smelly and anything but kempt. Upholding a convincing demeanor of being a warm and easily concerned fellow, Wei¡¦s true colors shine through as one gets to know him better.
Said colors are rather dull. As he gets used to others, Wei becomes less polite, less amiable, less caring. He does need his dose of company, but prefers to spend most of his leisure time alone, perched high up a tree or decrepit skyscraper, quietly watching the goings-on below. Not quite the philosophical type, when he¡¦s up there he doesn¡¦t really do much thinking. Just watches blankly. Serene. Other times he¡¦ll be stricken with the urge to move, to flex his spindly legs and scale obstacles as his mother had taught him. The adrenaline he feels while weaving through gnarled iron bars and leaping across building rooftops is like none other to him, but all the same he revels in solitary.
In actuality, Wei cares very little about others and finds it difficult to bond emotionally to anyone or anything. It¡¦s not that he¡¦s cold or sadistic¡Xhe¡¦s just neglectful. The only beings he loved were his mother and sister, and since they are gone he sees no reason to invest any sentiment in anything else. He has no favorite resting rock or chew toy, and if he were displaced from his most frequent haunts, a trite irritation would be all that he would feel.
Wei is no fighting dog. Despite being a stone-cold hunter, he never trained to battle and has no interest in sparring. When conflicts do arise, he relies on stamina and agility to repeatedly avoid his opponent until his foe is too weary to give chase. Then he¡¦ll make his escape, usually to jeers of ¡§pussy!¡¨ As one might guess, he doesn¡¦t give a damn.
Fears:
- Humans, particularly those armed with fire
- Fighting
- Being wet and cold
Family:
Mother: Lily [Formosan Mountain Dog; deceased]
Father: ? [his mother didn¡¦t even know]
Sister: Kaz [same litter; whereabouts unknown]
Offspring: ? [potentially]
History:
[open to addendums, if you¡¦re interested in sticking your character in here :3]
Wei¡¦s mother, Lily, was a purebred Formosan Dog raised by aboriginal hunters in Taiwan, and was shipped from Taiwan to America by a rare breed collector. Driven anxious and agitated by her strange new constraints, she frequently escaped, and on several occasions, mated with the local street dogs. It was during one such escapade that Wei¡¦s litter was conceived. Lily gave birth in the summer of 2125, and by this time her owner had succumbed to the virus in his own home. The Formosan raised her pups in the shelter of the building, finding sustenance in leftover food, the squirrels and birds in the yards, and even her former owner. As soon as they were old enough to travel, she took her family and moved away from the once sunny, picket-fenced suburb.
The ruined world outside proved cruel and harsh, and within 6 months of age, four out of six of Lily¡¦s pups had been stolen away by other ravenous strays. Only Wei and his sister Kaz remained. With each of their sibling¡¦s deaths, Lily drove home the lesson that only the strongest survived, and asked that they learn well. She taught them to hunt a variety of prey, from farm animals, to deer, to birds and rodents, to fish. She taught them to find use in all sorts of material for shelter and defense, to scale chainlink fences and brick walls, to leap from rooftops to columns, to roll when they fell and prevent injury. Wei proved to be the more agile of the pair; with his longer legs he was able to pick up greater speed and reach across wider gaps. His sister, built more like their mother, excelled in battle. She became his protector, and whenever conflict arose she would singlehandedly dispatch their foes. Hence, Wei never learned how to fight for himself.
[10 months]
As independent as Lily was, she had one soft spot from her days as a tribal dog: trust of humans. Although she had always been wary of letting them near her young, as they matured and were able to fend for themselves, she found herself drifting closer to the campfires that speckled the horizon. One night, Lily quietly left Wei and Kaz while they slept and headed for one of the campfires, hoping to scavenge some scraps for her family. By chance, Wei awoke and saw his mother trotting off, and decided to follow suit, ducking behind a half-buried car to observe his mother. From this vantage point, he watched one of the humans approach Lily, offering her food. He watched that as soon as she dipped her head to pick up the scrap, the human lunged, outstretched arms clasping around the dog¡¦s neck and squeezing tight until her body lay limp.
[1 year, 5 months]
Kaz was growing less and less comfortable in the shattered concrete jungle of Stranglehold. Wei, on the other hand, preferred to hang around the outskirts of city, where he had easy access to food from forests and streams as well as the company of other strays and the playground of scrap metal. As it became clear that Kaz no longer wanted to leave the cover of the deep wilderness, desolate as it was, the pair decided to part ways. To date, Kaz has been the last he¡¦s ever genuinely cared for.
[2 years, 3 months]
While partaking in his favorite hobby of free-running through the city, Wei was distracted by a white dove and miscalculated his leap. The fall fractured his foreleg, and he went into hiding for three months, aware of how dangerous it was to expose his injury. With resourcefulness and luck, the bone healed back well, but emotionally Wei was left with greater detachment from others.
[3 years, 6 months]
Winters are always hard on the short-furred Formosan mix. Most years, he would be lucky enough to find adequate shelter, but as the city decayed further, such unoccupied structures became harder to find. During one particularly harsh storm surge, Wei nearly froze to death if it wasn¡¦t for a passerby who offered him her warmth. They had sex. The next morning, she was gone. All that he knew of her was that she was fluffy.
[4 years, 1 month]
It had taken all these years¡Xand an extreme bout of hunger¡Xfor Wei to overcome his fear of humans enough to attempt a raid on a camp. On his own, of course. It failed, of course. He was chased off by a man wielding a torch, who struck his butt and singed a good tract of fur. Fear of humans rekindled and multiplied, plus an added wariness of fire.
Played by: claws
Role Play Sample:
The abandoned parking deck barely a challenge for practicing arobatics, since the obstacles present were merely cars and a few exposed iron building supports. However, it did make an excellent arena to stretch one¡¦s legs in a nice run.
It was a midsummer day and the sun was at its zenith, illuminating the grey sky in a murky, pale yellow. The air was stale and muggy, and in the horizon the cityscape quivered, distorted by the heat. In the parking deck, the expansive grey floors were dusty with disuse¡Xsave for several straight lines of pawprints¡Xand interspersed in small pools of stagnant, grey water.
By the edge of one such pool stood a long-legged, orange dog. Wei¡¦s head was dipped down to the water, his nose twitching a centimeter from its surface. Just beneath the surface were suspended hundreds of thin, tiny white eggs, each a mosquito larva waiting to hatch. The mutt¡¦s eyes narrowed in contempt. ¡§Horrible little bastards,¡¨ he muttered, then swiped his paw through the water vigorously, sending its contents splattering across the pavement.
Lifting his head, he scanned the rest of the ground. That pool had been the last one on this floor; time to level up. He strode briskly towards the stairs, gangly legs covering ground quickly in wide arcs. At the stairwell, however, he turned away and approached the elevator instead. The doors had fallen through, and Wei stuck his head in to observe its condition. The car itself was wedged just below this floor, its cable having been broken.
Withdrawing his head, Wei retreated ten yards, then turned to aim himself at the elevator and dashed forward, head and tail forming a plank with his spine. When he reached the entrance, he arched upwards, for a brief moment becoming parallel with the shaft. Forepaws made contact with the cinderblock walls and scrambled up, followed suit by his hindlegs which propelled him higher, aided by momentum. In midair, he twisted his body to face the upcoming exit at which he threw his weight into. Landing squarely on the fifth floor, he took a few seconds to breathe, then trotted on to the nearest puddle.
Alias: None
Gender: Male.
Age: 5
Birthdate: summer 2125
Species: Dog.
Breed: Formosan Mountain Dog X indistinguishable mutt
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 27" at shoulder
Weight: 51 lbs.
Build: Wei is in good health, but his awkwardly leggy proportions and resultant slouch may suggest otherwise; when sitting, his hunch is particularly noticeable, shoulder blades protruding prominently. His body and neck are stocky, broad and leanly-muscled, but they are supported by legs that seem too long and gangly for his midsection. His paws are long and narrow. He has the tail of a Formosan, which hooks upwards near the tip like a fishhook.
Coat: From afar, Wei is your regular dirty yellow mutt. Up close, one can observe the mixture of light orange and tans, interspersed with patches of dark brindle. The underside of his maw and cheeks are off-white, painting him a foxlike portrait. His fur is very short all over, especially at his belly where it thins out almost completely, exposing the darker skin.
Like most weatherworn strays, his coat is rough and grimy to the touch, leaving a musty residue when rubbed against something. His ears, however, have retained their velvety softness. Small cuts, scabs, and bald patches can be found variously on his body, many caused by vigorous scratching due to mosquito bites.
Head: Wei¡¦s head is built on a gently-sloping brow, raised cheekbones, and a long, sharply-tapered snout. His ears are narrow and tall, always protruding rigidly from his skull. He has big nostrils.
Eyes: Almond-shaped, auburn with a touch of longing.
Scars: There is a fleshy, Pringle-sized scab at back of his right haunch where a human had smacked him with a torch.
Accessories: None
Pictures: photo
Speed: Above average.
Stamina: High.
Strength: Average.
Fighting: Below average.
Strengths:
- Excellent tracker, hunter
- Selectively competitive
- Inventive, resourceful
- Agile, sure-footed, skilled in overcoming a myriad of obstacles (see: dog parkour)
- Dexterous, practiced at manipulating objects
- Revels in summer heat
Weaknesses:
- Highly affected by the presence of humans
- Difficulty comprehending sentiment and forming emotional bonds
- Highly susceptible to the cold
- Also, mosquitoes
- Inexperienced fighter
Personality: Amiable and outgoing among strangers, Wei comes off as a social fellow, always ready for a good time. He is emotionally well-mannered despite his sometimes crude sense of humor, though physically the stray is rather smelly and anything but kempt. Upholding a convincing demeanor of being a warm and easily concerned fellow, Wei¡¦s true colors shine through as one gets to know him better.
Said colors are rather dull. As he gets used to others, Wei becomes less polite, less amiable, less caring. He does need his dose of company, but prefers to spend most of his leisure time alone, perched high up a tree or decrepit skyscraper, quietly watching the goings-on below. Not quite the philosophical type, when he¡¦s up there he doesn¡¦t really do much thinking. Just watches blankly. Serene. Other times he¡¦ll be stricken with the urge to move, to flex his spindly legs and scale obstacles as his mother had taught him. The adrenaline he feels while weaving through gnarled iron bars and leaping across building rooftops is like none other to him, but all the same he revels in solitary.
In actuality, Wei cares very little about others and finds it difficult to bond emotionally to anyone or anything. It¡¦s not that he¡¦s cold or sadistic¡Xhe¡¦s just neglectful. The only beings he loved were his mother and sister, and since they are gone he sees no reason to invest any sentiment in anything else. He has no favorite resting rock or chew toy, and if he were displaced from his most frequent haunts, a trite irritation would be all that he would feel.
Wei is no fighting dog. Despite being a stone-cold hunter, he never trained to battle and has no interest in sparring. When conflicts do arise, he relies on stamina and agility to repeatedly avoid his opponent until his foe is too weary to give chase. Then he¡¦ll make his escape, usually to jeers of ¡§pussy!¡¨ As one might guess, he doesn¡¦t give a damn.
Fears:
- Humans, particularly those armed with fire
- Fighting
- Being wet and cold
Family:
Mother: Lily [Formosan Mountain Dog; deceased]
Father: ? [his mother didn¡¦t even know]
Sister: Kaz [same litter; whereabouts unknown]
Offspring: ? [potentially]
History:
[open to addendums, if you¡¦re interested in sticking your character in here :3]
Wei¡¦s mother, Lily, was a purebred Formosan Dog raised by aboriginal hunters in Taiwan, and was shipped from Taiwan to America by a rare breed collector. Driven anxious and agitated by her strange new constraints, she frequently escaped, and on several occasions, mated with the local street dogs. It was during one such escapade that Wei¡¦s litter was conceived. Lily gave birth in the summer of 2125, and by this time her owner had succumbed to the virus in his own home. The Formosan raised her pups in the shelter of the building, finding sustenance in leftover food, the squirrels and birds in the yards, and even her former owner. As soon as they were old enough to travel, she took her family and moved away from the once sunny, picket-fenced suburb.
The ruined world outside proved cruel and harsh, and within 6 months of age, four out of six of Lily¡¦s pups had been stolen away by other ravenous strays. Only Wei and his sister Kaz remained. With each of their sibling¡¦s deaths, Lily drove home the lesson that only the strongest survived, and asked that they learn well. She taught them to hunt a variety of prey, from farm animals, to deer, to birds and rodents, to fish. She taught them to find use in all sorts of material for shelter and defense, to scale chainlink fences and brick walls, to leap from rooftops to columns, to roll when they fell and prevent injury. Wei proved to be the more agile of the pair; with his longer legs he was able to pick up greater speed and reach across wider gaps. His sister, built more like their mother, excelled in battle. She became his protector, and whenever conflict arose she would singlehandedly dispatch their foes. Hence, Wei never learned how to fight for himself.
[10 months]
As independent as Lily was, she had one soft spot from her days as a tribal dog: trust of humans. Although she had always been wary of letting them near her young, as they matured and were able to fend for themselves, she found herself drifting closer to the campfires that speckled the horizon. One night, Lily quietly left Wei and Kaz while they slept and headed for one of the campfires, hoping to scavenge some scraps for her family. By chance, Wei awoke and saw his mother trotting off, and decided to follow suit, ducking behind a half-buried car to observe his mother. From this vantage point, he watched one of the humans approach Lily, offering her food. He watched that as soon as she dipped her head to pick up the scrap, the human lunged, outstretched arms clasping around the dog¡¦s neck and squeezing tight until her body lay limp.
[1 year, 5 months]
Kaz was growing less and less comfortable in the shattered concrete jungle of Stranglehold. Wei, on the other hand, preferred to hang around the outskirts of city, where he had easy access to food from forests and streams as well as the company of other strays and the playground of scrap metal. As it became clear that Kaz no longer wanted to leave the cover of the deep wilderness, desolate as it was, the pair decided to part ways. To date, Kaz has been the last he¡¦s ever genuinely cared for.
[2 years, 3 months]
While partaking in his favorite hobby of free-running through the city, Wei was distracted by a white dove and miscalculated his leap. The fall fractured his foreleg, and he went into hiding for three months, aware of how dangerous it was to expose his injury. With resourcefulness and luck, the bone healed back well, but emotionally Wei was left with greater detachment from others.
[3 years, 6 months]
Winters are always hard on the short-furred Formosan mix. Most years, he would be lucky enough to find adequate shelter, but as the city decayed further, such unoccupied structures became harder to find. During one particularly harsh storm surge, Wei nearly froze to death if it wasn¡¦t for a passerby who offered him her warmth. They had sex. The next morning, she was gone. All that he knew of her was that she was fluffy.
[4 years, 1 month]
It had taken all these years¡Xand an extreme bout of hunger¡Xfor Wei to overcome his fear of humans enough to attempt a raid on a camp. On his own, of course. It failed, of course. He was chased off by a man wielding a torch, who struck his butt and singed a good tract of fur. Fear of humans rekindled and multiplied, plus an added wariness of fire.
Played by: claws
Role Play Sample:
The abandoned parking deck barely a challenge for practicing arobatics, since the obstacles present were merely cars and a few exposed iron building supports. However, it did make an excellent arena to stretch one¡¦s legs in a nice run.
It was a midsummer day and the sun was at its zenith, illuminating the grey sky in a murky, pale yellow. The air was stale and muggy, and in the horizon the cityscape quivered, distorted by the heat. In the parking deck, the expansive grey floors were dusty with disuse¡Xsave for several straight lines of pawprints¡Xand interspersed in small pools of stagnant, grey water.
By the edge of one such pool stood a long-legged, orange dog. Wei¡¦s head was dipped down to the water, his nose twitching a centimeter from its surface. Just beneath the surface were suspended hundreds of thin, tiny white eggs, each a mosquito larva waiting to hatch. The mutt¡¦s eyes narrowed in contempt. ¡§Horrible little bastards,¡¨ he muttered, then swiped his paw through the water vigorously, sending its contents splattering across the pavement.
Lifting his head, he scanned the rest of the ground. That pool had been the last one on this floor; time to level up. He strode briskly towards the stairs, gangly legs covering ground quickly in wide arcs. At the stairwell, however, he turned away and approached the elevator instead. The doors had fallen through, and Wei stuck his head in to observe its condition. The car itself was wedged just below this floor, its cable having been broken.
Withdrawing his head, Wei retreated ten yards, then turned to aim himself at the elevator and dashed forward, head and tail forming a plank with his spine. When he reached the entrance, he arched upwards, for a brief moment becoming parallel with the shaft. Forepaws made contact with the cinderblock walls and scrambled up, followed suit by his hindlegs which propelled him higher, aided by momentum. In midair, he twisted his body to face the upcoming exit at which he threw his weight into. Landing squarely on the fifth floor, he took a few seconds to breathe, then trotted on to the nearest puddle.