Post by »Viral« on Jun 26, 2011 13:15:05 GMT -5
Name: Viral
Alias: "Vi" (v-EYE)
Gender: Female.
Age: Five (5)
Birthdate: 6 / 3 / 2026
Species: Dog.
Breed: Hovawart x Staffordshire Terrier
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 25" at the withers
Weight: 62Lbs, (Underweight)
Build: Vi is tall and very light on her feet, quick to move. Large lanky legs are good for running and not much else she is very clumsy, bad balance and what not. Her tail which should be the length of a golden retrievers tail has been cropped in the middle, its believed to be a birth defect. Spite being tall she has a good muscle ratio compared to the rest of her body. She has very little to no fat on her and her ribs are felt with ease. She has a deep post-sternum, and is often "down on her pasterns" which is caused by poor nutrition and is also thought to be because of bad genetics; both very possible.
Coat: Vi has a black coat, the only markings on her are two circles that cover her eyes which are tan. Her coat is greasy and dirty. She is not very attractive. Her coat is about the length of a golden retrievers coat, but a tad bit more wavy.
Head: Vi has a wide face, more so of a Staffordshire Terrier but only because of bad breeding, she is not a purebred animal, though her line retains the look of a Hovawart. She has a medium sized muzzle and she has a slight overbite.
Eyes: Brown eyes, resembling almonds (Often used to describe a Staffordshire Terrier's eyes.)
Scars: None
Accessories: None
Pictures: None yet
Speed: Above average.
Stamina: Below average.
Strength: Average.
Fighting: Average.
Strengths:
- Smart
- Cunning
- Sly
- Fast
- Good Defense
Weaknesses:
- Arrogant
- Self-Centered
- Untrustworthy
- Un-trusting
- Bad offense
Personality: Kind of explained in the two boxes above. She is shy, kind of in back of the pack animal. She doesn't like to lead anything. Prefers "she, her and herself" rather than company. Loves tuning others out, and is very good at it. "Vi" Is a pessimist. She enjoys undermining other people's words if they don't suit her likes or tastes, for example: If someone says they are "sort of good", she will automatically bump it down to the basics, that they suck.
She talks to herself in times of question. She talks herself through situations, like an anxiety just not as extreme. She is very careful. If there was ever one thing she could not be better is careful. She has seen to many others be killed or "go missing" because of simple careless mistakes. She is always looking behind her back and sleeping with one eye open. she hates the fact that she doesn't have eye on the back of her head. If she had the choice she would stay in one place and have her food delivered to her, preferably alive.
Fears: She fears death. She has an extreme fear of death to the point that she very rarely does anything risky. If there is a loose nail on a wooden plank she will find another way around. No sidewalk cracks are gonna be swallowing her up. Oh! and humans, she has never encountered them before. Thunderstorms aren't high on her list either. :/
Family: "D" x Unknown. She has a few relatives before she took off on her own at four. She never cared to learn her genetics. She only knows her mother by "D" that's all her mother has ever been called for as long as she can remember. She Never been bred. She'd probably freak out if that ever happened.
History: Born in a cleaned out oil bin that had been tipped over on its side. A cute cradle for the monsters that had been conceived. Vi was conceived within the city, but born just outside. Her mother made the executive decision to give birth where she could not only escape other animals but also feel more content and safe if that was even possible. Vi was one of three whelped in the litter. All survived the feat of growing into adult hood, or so it is believed. Vi having left her family at the age of four has not heard of her litter mates since she left, all of which were alive and healthy upon her departure. She was the only female, two males given the title as brothers, though brothers they were not. Leaving for long periods of time wandering into the city to hunt. Most times they didn’t return for days on end. Vi’s mother was something of a nutcase, she simply had no wits about her; and when the boys left for the city Vi’s dam was virtually unmanageable. On numerous occasions Vi was relented to enter the city of darkness to scout out her brothers, and on more than one accounts she ran into fights and creaky old walkways, all of which she feared. Never to the extent of her mother, Vi was her own sort of insane, no voices singing a merry song in her head but simply and oddity to the way she held herself back, behind the others; cautious. Vi’s father gave the needed sperm donation for her life and left before she was born. She would never blame her sire for leaving. It was his choice, and she did fine without him. Vi is fairly sure her mother Is dead by now, if not her mother would be eight or nine, a record from where she came from and in her lines.
Played by: ViralVanity
Role Play Sample: Nails clicked on the dirt covered cement a rhythmic tone; grime seeping into the long abandoned drains. Once this city had been something of a masterpiece; once long ago. Before the disease came, before her ancestors killed their masters by only being loyal and standing by their sides. Once there were still dogs out there who remembered what it was like to be owned, to have a warm home, a bed to sleep in, and children to play with. Vi never understood how human offspring worked, how they stayed with their sires and dams long after needed. How they feared losing their creators. How they, no matter how hard, could not accept fate in its purest form; death during their darkest hour. No longer, was this barren place the city that never slept, Perhaps Kalika has finally sung them into her eternal slumber. Only nothing is ever as it should have been, nothing ever stops moving. All was still in the parking lot, buildings loomed over her, threatening to crumble at the slightest breath of wind. Whispering words, her ears never meant to hear. Eyes of all colors watched from the shadows of the alleyways. She could make out their weak hearts, their weak lines. Inbreeding occurred at a much rapid pace when almost all of the human things died. It was interesting to see how the canine who had once been the mighty ruler of the wild had been reduced to such low standards, the quality had diminished greatly. What had they done? Vi was one of the few, wild from the start and wild till the end. Her dam had always been a street dog, taking when possible and never looking back, not a sideways glace to the past. “What’s done is done.” Probably one of the only things Vi would ever quote from her creator. Vi’s father had been something of a legend, and Vi’s mother had without a doubt taken him up on his offers, either willingly or not, he got what he wanted she was his walking, breathing proof. Long legs kept up pace with the wind as is passed around her, head cast at her shoulders not lower and definitely not higher. It had always been a dog eat dog world, only now if she wasn’t careful would end up the entrée.
Vi moved with a swift precision, a type of trot that left her with enough spring to get out of the way quickly juts in case a tree decided to try and kill her today, or if another male tried romancing her. Her dirt ridden coat had lost its sheen years ago. Her eyes had lost the shimmer of love. Love of an adventure; of a fight; of a challenge.
If it had been any other howl that pierced the evening wind, she would have noticed it as nothing more than another weak attempt at attention, something Vi had no interest in. However this howl was like a signature to her, and her blood alone. It had been produced by an animal she knew all to well. Had it been anyone else other than her kin she would have not picked up her speed and followed the sound to an old apartment complex with cast iron gates that hung by one or two rusting hinges. If it had anyone else other than her litter-mates, her so called brothers she would have turned a deaf ear. Leaves swirled across the pothole dented street behind her. Their sense of urgency crossing the street seemed unfounded and completely unnecessary. Legs would sway in motions was lanky body was lugged through the iron gates, a simple push in a rusting area and the whole damn thing snapped off, crashing to the ground… officially making her the worst ninja that ever existed. The lot was sectioned off with dogs around the corner, the occasional wolf mix all staring directly at her. Some watched, others bared pearly white teeth in her general direction. In the center of the lot stood two males, both she knew, one better than the other. One was Cal, her brother. Her other sibling was no-where in sight, probably ran off when the gate crashed. Theo had always been the wimp of the litter. Dried blood stained Cal’s tan fur, so much unlike her own, his coat had fluff and thickness to it, where she had gotten her mothers genes. Cal looked directly at her before giving her a crazed look that seemed to say, "what the hell are you doing here?" She only gave him a toothy smile. She had always been a better fighter than him; if not by much it was still enough. If he wanted to make a fool of himself he could make his move. She would take bets with the remaining canines in the lot as to who would win. She could win herself a fresh kill, a fresh meal if she won. Humans used to bet money, such foolishness. Money cannot buy you health or strength, not when the worlds’ already gone to hell. Her eyes broke from his and he let his head drop to the ground, dismissed by her. She was dominant, even if she would never accept the job. He knew that and so did Theo, which is why Cal took up the power seat. The wimp, otherly known as Theo, left so she wouldn’t catch him here. She would defiantly have put new hole in him if she had seen him here. He had been born the runt, and by being the runt he was weaker, smaller, and overall less capable.
Vi would only nod to her brother who surely knew how deep a grave he had just dug himself and walked back through the fence. Surely Cal knew what would be waiting for him. If he didn’t he was a fool, Vi sure as hell wouldn’t be there she had left the madhouse a year ago. She would be out doing what he was supposed to be doing hunting. He would have to explain to the dam why he had come home empty handed; she on the other hand wouldn’t. Having left home she was something of a wandering soul. Her home was never and not. A place of pure homelessness. {1029 Words}
Alias: "Vi" (v-EYE)
Gender: Female.
Age: Five (5)
Birthdate: 6 / 3 / 2026
Species: Dog.
Breed: Hovawart x Staffordshire Terrier
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 25" at the withers
Weight: 62Lbs, (Underweight)
Build: Vi is tall and very light on her feet, quick to move. Large lanky legs are good for running and not much else she is very clumsy, bad balance and what not. Her tail which should be the length of a golden retrievers tail has been cropped in the middle, its believed to be a birth defect. Spite being tall she has a good muscle ratio compared to the rest of her body. She has very little to no fat on her and her ribs are felt with ease. She has a deep post-sternum, and is often "down on her pasterns" which is caused by poor nutrition and is also thought to be because of bad genetics; both very possible.
Coat: Vi has a black coat, the only markings on her are two circles that cover her eyes which are tan. Her coat is greasy and dirty. She is not very attractive. Her coat is about the length of a golden retrievers coat, but a tad bit more wavy.
Head: Vi has a wide face, more so of a Staffordshire Terrier but only because of bad breeding, she is not a purebred animal, though her line retains the look of a Hovawart. She has a medium sized muzzle and she has a slight overbite.
Eyes: Brown eyes, resembling almonds (Often used to describe a Staffordshire Terrier's eyes.)
Scars: None
Accessories: None
Pictures: None yet
Speed: Above average.
Stamina: Below average.
Strength: Average.
Fighting: Average.
Strengths:
- Smart
- Cunning
- Sly
- Fast
- Good Defense
Weaknesses:
- Arrogant
- Self-Centered
- Untrustworthy
- Un-trusting
- Bad offense
Personality: Kind of explained in the two boxes above. She is shy, kind of in back of the pack animal. She doesn't like to lead anything. Prefers "she, her and herself" rather than company. Loves tuning others out, and is very good at it. "Vi" Is a pessimist. She enjoys undermining other people's words if they don't suit her likes or tastes, for example: If someone says they are "sort of good", she will automatically bump it down to the basics, that they suck.
She talks to herself in times of question. She talks herself through situations, like an anxiety just not as extreme. She is very careful. If there was ever one thing she could not be better is careful. She has seen to many others be killed or "go missing" because of simple careless mistakes. She is always looking behind her back and sleeping with one eye open. she hates the fact that she doesn't have eye on the back of her head. If she had the choice she would stay in one place and have her food delivered to her, preferably alive.
Fears: She fears death. She has an extreme fear of death to the point that she very rarely does anything risky. If there is a loose nail on a wooden plank she will find another way around. No sidewalk cracks are gonna be swallowing her up. Oh! and humans, she has never encountered them before. Thunderstorms aren't high on her list either. :/
Family: "D" x Unknown. She has a few relatives before she took off on her own at four. She never cared to learn her genetics. She only knows her mother by "D" that's all her mother has ever been called for as long as she can remember. She Never been bred. She'd probably freak out if that ever happened.
History: Born in a cleaned out oil bin that had been tipped over on its side. A cute cradle for the monsters that had been conceived. Vi was conceived within the city, but born just outside. Her mother made the executive decision to give birth where she could not only escape other animals but also feel more content and safe if that was even possible. Vi was one of three whelped in the litter. All survived the feat of growing into adult hood, or so it is believed. Vi having left her family at the age of four has not heard of her litter mates since she left, all of which were alive and healthy upon her departure. She was the only female, two males given the title as brothers, though brothers they were not. Leaving for long periods of time wandering into the city to hunt. Most times they didn’t return for days on end. Vi’s mother was something of a nutcase, she simply had no wits about her; and when the boys left for the city Vi’s dam was virtually unmanageable. On numerous occasions Vi was relented to enter the city of darkness to scout out her brothers, and on more than one accounts she ran into fights and creaky old walkways, all of which she feared. Never to the extent of her mother, Vi was her own sort of insane, no voices singing a merry song in her head but simply and oddity to the way she held herself back, behind the others; cautious. Vi’s father gave the needed sperm donation for her life and left before she was born. She would never blame her sire for leaving. It was his choice, and she did fine without him. Vi is fairly sure her mother Is dead by now, if not her mother would be eight or nine, a record from where she came from and in her lines.
Played by: ViralVanity
Role Play Sample: Nails clicked on the dirt covered cement a rhythmic tone; grime seeping into the long abandoned drains. Once this city had been something of a masterpiece; once long ago. Before the disease came, before her ancestors killed their masters by only being loyal and standing by their sides. Once there were still dogs out there who remembered what it was like to be owned, to have a warm home, a bed to sleep in, and children to play with. Vi never understood how human offspring worked, how they stayed with their sires and dams long after needed. How they feared losing their creators. How they, no matter how hard, could not accept fate in its purest form; death during their darkest hour. No longer, was this barren place the city that never slept, Perhaps Kalika has finally sung them into her eternal slumber. Only nothing is ever as it should have been, nothing ever stops moving. All was still in the parking lot, buildings loomed over her, threatening to crumble at the slightest breath of wind. Whispering words, her ears never meant to hear. Eyes of all colors watched from the shadows of the alleyways. She could make out their weak hearts, their weak lines. Inbreeding occurred at a much rapid pace when almost all of the human things died. It was interesting to see how the canine who had once been the mighty ruler of the wild had been reduced to such low standards, the quality had diminished greatly. What had they done? Vi was one of the few, wild from the start and wild till the end. Her dam had always been a street dog, taking when possible and never looking back, not a sideways glace to the past. “What’s done is done.” Probably one of the only things Vi would ever quote from her creator. Vi’s father had been something of a legend, and Vi’s mother had without a doubt taken him up on his offers, either willingly or not, he got what he wanted she was his walking, breathing proof. Long legs kept up pace with the wind as is passed around her, head cast at her shoulders not lower and definitely not higher. It had always been a dog eat dog world, only now if she wasn’t careful would end up the entrée.
Vi moved with a swift precision, a type of trot that left her with enough spring to get out of the way quickly juts in case a tree decided to try and kill her today, or if another male tried romancing her. Her dirt ridden coat had lost its sheen years ago. Her eyes had lost the shimmer of love. Love of an adventure; of a fight; of a challenge.
If it had been any other howl that pierced the evening wind, she would have noticed it as nothing more than another weak attempt at attention, something Vi had no interest in. However this howl was like a signature to her, and her blood alone. It had been produced by an animal she knew all to well. Had it been anyone else other than her kin she would have not picked up her speed and followed the sound to an old apartment complex with cast iron gates that hung by one or two rusting hinges. If it had anyone else other than her litter-mates, her so called brothers she would have turned a deaf ear. Leaves swirled across the pothole dented street behind her. Their sense of urgency crossing the street seemed unfounded and completely unnecessary. Legs would sway in motions was lanky body was lugged through the iron gates, a simple push in a rusting area and the whole damn thing snapped off, crashing to the ground… officially making her the worst ninja that ever existed. The lot was sectioned off with dogs around the corner, the occasional wolf mix all staring directly at her. Some watched, others bared pearly white teeth in her general direction. In the center of the lot stood two males, both she knew, one better than the other. One was Cal, her brother. Her other sibling was no-where in sight, probably ran off when the gate crashed. Theo had always been the wimp of the litter. Dried blood stained Cal’s tan fur, so much unlike her own, his coat had fluff and thickness to it, where she had gotten her mothers genes. Cal looked directly at her before giving her a crazed look that seemed to say, "what the hell are you doing here?" She only gave him a toothy smile. She had always been a better fighter than him; if not by much it was still enough. If he wanted to make a fool of himself he could make his move. She would take bets with the remaining canines in the lot as to who would win. She could win herself a fresh kill, a fresh meal if she won. Humans used to bet money, such foolishness. Money cannot buy you health or strength, not when the worlds’ already gone to hell. Her eyes broke from his and he let his head drop to the ground, dismissed by her. She was dominant, even if she would never accept the job. He knew that and so did Theo, which is why Cal took up the power seat. The wimp, otherly known as Theo, left so she wouldn’t catch him here. She would defiantly have put new hole in him if she had seen him here. He had been born the runt, and by being the runt he was weaker, smaller, and overall less capable.
Vi would only nod to her brother who surely knew how deep a grave he had just dug himself and walked back through the fence. Surely Cal knew what would be waiting for him. If he didn’t he was a fool, Vi sure as hell wouldn’t be there she had left the madhouse a year ago. She would be out doing what he was supposed to be doing hunting. He would have to explain to the dam why he had come home empty handed; she on the other hand wouldn’t. Having left home she was something of a wandering soul. Her home was never and not. A place of pure homelessness. {1029 Words}
