Post by Motiff on Jul 6, 2011 23:43:54 GMT -5
Name: Motiff
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male.
Age: 5
Birthdate: Spring 2125
Species: Dog.
Breed: [american bulldog X staffordshire bull terrier X american pitbull terrier] X [american pitbull terrier X bull terrier X american bulldog]
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 19 inches
Weight: 90lbs
Build: Motiff is medium height and lean. He has a decent amount of muscle for such a skinny frame. His lack of food really shows. Though he is thin he doesn’t appear frail or weak. His muscle makes him have the appearance of a dog bred for fighting. Like one of the thinner pitbulls that used to be bred. His ears are cropped, from previous encounters with humans. He has scars all along his face and front legs. He has a few along his sides and on his back but most are on his face, from fights. He is also missing a few teeth, though its not really noticeable.
Coat: Motiff is like any other stray; his coat is worn and splotchy. He has spots of missing hair and scabs all over his body. He also has red marks and rashes from his furious scratching. He is a cream/fawn color with white on his chest, feet, underside, on the top of his neck, in-between his eyes, and on the tip of his tail. He also has a little black on the tip of his muzzle. If you were to touch his coat it would feel dry and dirty. Clumps of hair would fall out as well. His coat is in very bad shape. His fur is fairly short.
Head: Motiffs head is shaped like that of an American Bulldog. It is some what square shaped with his cheeks round and slightly protruding from the sides. His muzzle is short and thick and tapers slightly at the nose. His ears are cropped, a medium length. His right ear is cut shorter than the left. He often carries them high on his head unless he feels threatened. His face has quite a few wrinkles on it. They are on his cheeks and above his eyes.
Eyes: Motiffs eyes are average size, they are the right size for his head. They are a deep dark brown color which makes him appear as though he is empty, soulless. They are oddly shaped in a way. Looking somewhat like a circular triangle.
Scars: Motiff is covered in old scars from when he was fought by humans. His face, legs and sides have the most scars but they are scattered all over his body.
Accessories: Motiff drags a black lead around. He hasn’t been able to tear it off yet. It follows him, shredded and mangled but it has yet to fall off.
Pictures: Motiff
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Below average.
Strength: Above average.
Fighting: High.
Strengths: Intelligent, Motiff has learned a lot in his five years. He is intelligent enough to outwit any opponent whether it’s another dog or his next meal. He often uses his intelligence to his advantage.
Strong, Before Motiff got out on the streets he was trained to fight. That involved various workouts every day to make sure he was stronger than most opponents. Though he’s not the strongest dog around, his strength allows him to catch dinner every now and then.
Brave, He was taught from a young age to not fear anything. So now he is a very brave dog, he wont back down from any challenge no matter how slim his chances of living are. If hes going to go down, hes going down fighting.
Weaknesses: Wary, Motiff is wary of most others. He doesn’t make many alliances because he is slow to trust another. He trusts himself and few others. So I guess you can say he has trust issues.
Aggressive, Motiff was trained to fight before he escaped human hands so now the only thing he knows how to do is fight. Because of this now he shows aggression to every other dog he meets. He may eventually warm up to them, only if they get past the fact that he wants to rip them to shreds at first.
Hearing, Motiff has had so many dogs ripping his ears to shreds now his hearing is slowly fading. He can hear still, but he cant hear as well as most dogs.
Personality: Motiff is the kind of dog most would stay away from him. He keeps to himself most of the time. He has no need for friends. Nor does he want friends. He may become acquainted with some dogs for his benefit but he never trusts another animal. He has some major trust issues and has a very short temper. He can snap in the blink of an eye. Though he doesn’t want friends he longs for love. Part of him wants a lover while the other part pushes the thoughts away. He is somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He could love a female, but he doesn’t trust himself around another dog. Again with his trust issues they are so bad he doesn’t even trust himself.
I guess you could say the poor guy is torn. He doesn’t know who to trust or what to trust. He doesn’t even know what to think. He has a cold heart, he wants it that way. He doesn’t want to get hurt, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone else. His personality is hard to describe. He’s one of the dogs that walks around like they have no soul. Like he’s empty on the inside, if you knocked on the front door no one would be home to answer. It’s almost like he died but is still living. Maybe eventually someone will come around and open his door and set his soul free but for now he is cold hearted and lonely.
Fears: Mottifs biggest fear would be himself. He is scared to trust himself, hes scared to even be himself. But he is also scared of humans. They forced him to do things he never wanted to do, they beat him, they starved him, life with them is a living hell. He fears them to the greatest extreme.
Family: None
History: Motiff was born in human hands. He was one of those unlucky dogs that was born into their fighting ring. His parents were fought and killed and he was next. They started fighting Motiff when he was around a year. Prior to that they trained him intensely, why they put so much effort and time into an animal they just planned to fight to death Motiff will never know. Once they began fighting Motiff they decided he had great potential. He was going to be one of the best, they just knew it, but before they could find out Motif disappeared. He had escaped and slipped away in the dead of night. They wouldn’t go looking for him, the fear of being killed kept them in their comfort zone, he just wasn’t worth it.
Once free Motiff felt a huge burden lift off his shoulders, he was no longer forced to things he didn’t want to, he was free to do whatever he pleased. But he once realized he was an emotional wreck. After four years on the street, he was able to control his emotions; he sealed himself in his body. Never to come out again. He lost his soul once he gained his freedom. An exchange he would gladly make all day every day. He now wanders the streets, preying on whatever he can catch, whether it be a mouse, a child, or a helpless dog.
Played by: Dusty
Role Play Sample: When she said she got pregnant at that party his brain screamed at him. OH SHIT! It all fit together, he took her when she was drunk and he was wasted himself, he must have forgot the rubber and now look, shes pregnant. De wasn’t ready for a kid. Maybe if he didn’t tell her she would never find out. But that’s not right he couldn’t do that to her. But he couldn’t tell her now. Shes already sick. His mind was racing with thoughts and his heart was pounding even faster. But he had to keep his cool. He couldn’t let the guilt show. This was worse than being interrogated by the cops. He didn’t want to leave the poor girl not knowing who the father to her child was. He kept his mouth shut for now.
When Sherilynn started to stop he knew they weren’t going to make it to the bathroom. She puked up everything, and De didn’t want to look. He just rubbed her back and said “Its coo shawty its coo” When she said she was sorry he had the urge to say no I'm sorry I did this to you, but he couldn’t let the words slip. “Don’t be sorry its not your fault.” His heart felt like it was about to explode. How the hell could he let this happen, he couldn’t believe it. Out of hundreds of women this is the one that has to get pregnant. De couldn’t stop himself from staring at her stomach. There was a little Antwuan in there, he felt himself getting weak. There was no way he could be a father. He wanted to collapse to his knees right there. He wanted to fall down and stay down. Why did this have to happen? As much as he didn’t want to tell her now, he might not see her again so maybe he should tell her while he had the chance. “Uhm shawty I gotta tell ya something.” He said in a weak voice. He didn’t know how to finish this, he didn’t know what to say. Maybe something like yeah I got ya pregnant at that party, then he could make a run for it. But that wouldn’t be right, that would be a bitch move right there, he couldn’t do that. He grabbed Sherilynn by the wrists and kind of played with her hands for a minute while he thought about what words to say.
“You wanna know who knocked ya up don’t ya?” He said looking into her eyes. She would probably see the fear in his eyes. He had a terrible fear of commitment. That’s why he couldn’t do relationships, that’s why he doesn’t need a baby. “I know ya don’t even no me like that, but shawty I think…” He stopped short, how the hell was he supposed to do this. It was to hard. He looked behind him, he could run now and she wouldn’t be able to find him, but that little voice in his head told him to stay. He needed to tell her, then she would be able to tell people who the daddy is. But then again her telling people De is the daddy might be worse than telling them she doesn’t know who the daddy is. Ugh, he couldn’t make up his mind. He took a deep breathe, he needed to smoke right now. He needed to get rid of this stress. “It was me bra, I did it, you got my baby in ya.” Finally he got it off his chest. Now he felt the need to tell her the whole story. “I went to the party to sell, uh I went to the party to do some business.” He didn’t want to give away he was a drug dealer yet. “I had a couple beers, well maybe a few mo than a couple, then I saw you shawty. You was all ova me so I took ya upstairs and we did tha do.” He tried to remember some more. “Uh and after that I went back to ma crib.” He felt kind of bad for using her like that and her ending up pregnant.
“I'm sorry shawty.” He said kissing her hand, “I didn’t want this to happen, and I aint tha daddy type but I can try to spend time with tha kid.” He moved a strand of hair out of her face and let go of her hands. He wasn’t his usual self right now. He felt more caring, like all this had touched a spot in his heart. It felt, strange.
--Sorry its not a dog but i dont do to many animal rps.--
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male.
Age: 5
Birthdate: Spring 2125
Species: Dog.
Breed: [american bulldog X staffordshire bull terrier X american pitbull terrier] X [american pitbull terrier X bull terrier X american bulldog]
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 19 inches
Weight: 90lbs
Build: Motiff is medium height and lean. He has a decent amount of muscle for such a skinny frame. His lack of food really shows. Though he is thin he doesn’t appear frail or weak. His muscle makes him have the appearance of a dog bred for fighting. Like one of the thinner pitbulls that used to be bred. His ears are cropped, from previous encounters with humans. He has scars all along his face and front legs. He has a few along his sides and on his back but most are on his face, from fights. He is also missing a few teeth, though its not really noticeable.
Coat: Motiff is like any other stray; his coat is worn and splotchy. He has spots of missing hair and scabs all over his body. He also has red marks and rashes from his furious scratching. He is a cream/fawn color with white on his chest, feet, underside, on the top of his neck, in-between his eyes, and on the tip of his tail. He also has a little black on the tip of his muzzle. If you were to touch his coat it would feel dry and dirty. Clumps of hair would fall out as well. His coat is in very bad shape. His fur is fairly short.
Head: Motiffs head is shaped like that of an American Bulldog. It is some what square shaped with his cheeks round and slightly protruding from the sides. His muzzle is short and thick and tapers slightly at the nose. His ears are cropped, a medium length. His right ear is cut shorter than the left. He often carries them high on his head unless he feels threatened. His face has quite a few wrinkles on it. They are on his cheeks and above his eyes.
Eyes: Motiffs eyes are average size, they are the right size for his head. They are a deep dark brown color which makes him appear as though he is empty, soulless. They are oddly shaped in a way. Looking somewhat like a circular triangle.
Scars: Motiff is covered in old scars from when he was fought by humans. His face, legs and sides have the most scars but they are scattered all over his body.
Accessories: Motiff drags a black lead around. He hasn’t been able to tear it off yet. It follows him, shredded and mangled but it has yet to fall off.
Pictures: Motiff
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Below average.
Strength: Above average.
Fighting: High.
Strengths: Intelligent, Motiff has learned a lot in his five years. He is intelligent enough to outwit any opponent whether it’s another dog or his next meal. He often uses his intelligence to his advantage.
Strong, Before Motiff got out on the streets he was trained to fight. That involved various workouts every day to make sure he was stronger than most opponents. Though he’s not the strongest dog around, his strength allows him to catch dinner every now and then.
Brave, He was taught from a young age to not fear anything. So now he is a very brave dog, he wont back down from any challenge no matter how slim his chances of living are. If hes going to go down, hes going down fighting.
Weaknesses: Wary, Motiff is wary of most others. He doesn’t make many alliances because he is slow to trust another. He trusts himself and few others. So I guess you can say he has trust issues.
Aggressive, Motiff was trained to fight before he escaped human hands so now the only thing he knows how to do is fight. Because of this now he shows aggression to every other dog he meets. He may eventually warm up to them, only if they get past the fact that he wants to rip them to shreds at first.
Hearing, Motiff has had so many dogs ripping his ears to shreds now his hearing is slowly fading. He can hear still, but he cant hear as well as most dogs.
Personality: Motiff is the kind of dog most would stay away from him. He keeps to himself most of the time. He has no need for friends. Nor does he want friends. He may become acquainted with some dogs for his benefit but he never trusts another animal. He has some major trust issues and has a very short temper. He can snap in the blink of an eye. Though he doesn’t want friends he longs for love. Part of him wants a lover while the other part pushes the thoughts away. He is somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He could love a female, but he doesn’t trust himself around another dog. Again with his trust issues they are so bad he doesn’t even trust himself.
I guess you could say the poor guy is torn. He doesn’t know who to trust or what to trust. He doesn’t even know what to think. He has a cold heart, he wants it that way. He doesn’t want to get hurt, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone else. His personality is hard to describe. He’s one of the dogs that walks around like they have no soul. Like he’s empty on the inside, if you knocked on the front door no one would be home to answer. It’s almost like he died but is still living. Maybe eventually someone will come around and open his door and set his soul free but for now he is cold hearted and lonely.
Fears: Mottifs biggest fear would be himself. He is scared to trust himself, hes scared to even be himself. But he is also scared of humans. They forced him to do things he never wanted to do, they beat him, they starved him, life with them is a living hell. He fears them to the greatest extreme.
Family: None
History: Motiff was born in human hands. He was one of those unlucky dogs that was born into their fighting ring. His parents were fought and killed and he was next. They started fighting Motiff when he was around a year. Prior to that they trained him intensely, why they put so much effort and time into an animal they just planned to fight to death Motiff will never know. Once they began fighting Motiff they decided he had great potential. He was going to be one of the best, they just knew it, but before they could find out Motif disappeared. He had escaped and slipped away in the dead of night. They wouldn’t go looking for him, the fear of being killed kept them in their comfort zone, he just wasn’t worth it.
Once free Motiff felt a huge burden lift off his shoulders, he was no longer forced to things he didn’t want to, he was free to do whatever he pleased. But he once realized he was an emotional wreck. After four years on the street, he was able to control his emotions; he sealed himself in his body. Never to come out again. He lost his soul once he gained his freedom. An exchange he would gladly make all day every day. He now wanders the streets, preying on whatever he can catch, whether it be a mouse, a child, or a helpless dog.
Played by: Dusty
Role Play Sample: When she said she got pregnant at that party his brain screamed at him. OH SHIT! It all fit together, he took her when she was drunk and he was wasted himself, he must have forgot the rubber and now look, shes pregnant. De wasn’t ready for a kid. Maybe if he didn’t tell her she would never find out. But that’s not right he couldn’t do that to her. But he couldn’t tell her now. Shes already sick. His mind was racing with thoughts and his heart was pounding even faster. But he had to keep his cool. He couldn’t let the guilt show. This was worse than being interrogated by the cops. He didn’t want to leave the poor girl not knowing who the father to her child was. He kept his mouth shut for now.
When Sherilynn started to stop he knew they weren’t going to make it to the bathroom. She puked up everything, and De didn’t want to look. He just rubbed her back and said “Its coo shawty its coo” When she said she was sorry he had the urge to say no I'm sorry I did this to you, but he couldn’t let the words slip. “Don’t be sorry its not your fault.” His heart felt like it was about to explode. How the hell could he let this happen, he couldn’t believe it. Out of hundreds of women this is the one that has to get pregnant. De couldn’t stop himself from staring at her stomach. There was a little Antwuan in there, he felt himself getting weak. There was no way he could be a father. He wanted to collapse to his knees right there. He wanted to fall down and stay down. Why did this have to happen? As much as he didn’t want to tell her now, he might not see her again so maybe he should tell her while he had the chance. “Uhm shawty I gotta tell ya something.” He said in a weak voice. He didn’t know how to finish this, he didn’t know what to say. Maybe something like yeah I got ya pregnant at that party, then he could make a run for it. But that wouldn’t be right, that would be a bitch move right there, he couldn’t do that. He grabbed Sherilynn by the wrists and kind of played with her hands for a minute while he thought about what words to say.
“You wanna know who knocked ya up don’t ya?” He said looking into her eyes. She would probably see the fear in his eyes. He had a terrible fear of commitment. That’s why he couldn’t do relationships, that’s why he doesn’t need a baby. “I know ya don’t even no me like that, but shawty I think…” He stopped short, how the hell was he supposed to do this. It was to hard. He looked behind him, he could run now and she wouldn’t be able to find him, but that little voice in his head told him to stay. He needed to tell her, then she would be able to tell people who the daddy is. But then again her telling people De is the daddy might be worse than telling them she doesn’t know who the daddy is. Ugh, he couldn’t make up his mind. He took a deep breathe, he needed to smoke right now. He needed to get rid of this stress. “It was me bra, I did it, you got my baby in ya.” Finally he got it off his chest. Now he felt the need to tell her the whole story. “I went to the party to sell, uh I went to the party to do some business.” He didn’t want to give away he was a drug dealer yet. “I had a couple beers, well maybe a few mo than a couple, then I saw you shawty. You was all ova me so I took ya upstairs and we did tha do.” He tried to remember some more. “Uh and after that I went back to ma crib.” He felt kind of bad for using her like that and her ending up pregnant.
“I'm sorry shawty.” He said kissing her hand, “I didn’t want this to happen, and I aint tha daddy type but I can try to spend time with tha kid.” He moved a strand of hair out of her face and let go of her hands. He wasn’t his usual self right now. He felt more caring, like all this had touched a spot in his heart. It felt, strange.
--Sorry its not a dog but i dont do to many animal rps.--