Post by BabyDoll on Jul 7, 2011 21:45:31 GMT -5
Name: BabyDoll
Alias: N/A.
Gender: Female.
Age: 3 years.
Birthdate: April 1, 2135
Species: Dog.
Breed: [Boston Terrier] x [Bulldog x Pitbull].
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 18 inches.
Weight: 37 lbs.
Build: Built with a blocky build, BabyDoll is a fairly large canine for her heritage. She has a stocky appearance with very sharply shaped, thick muscles that show beneath her thick skin. Her legs are short lengthed and definitely not made for running. Her neck is thick with a pressured muzzle - specifically bred for her heritage of fighting dogs. She has a short, nub of a tail and she has a lifted toe on her left, hind leg due to torn ligaments.
Coat: A dark brindle color covers her short, greasy fur. Atop her head is mainly a pure black with white engulfing her muzzle and stripping over the front of her forehead and ultimately looping around her neck. Her shoulders also hold the thick black color that molds into more of a brindle mix as it nears her rear. Her belly is a pale pink with dark spots covering its lack of fur. Her front legs are white down to her paws while her back legs only harness white over her toes.
Head: This canine's head had a very blocky look to it. Her muzzle is short and thick - made for fighting. Her ears stand perked up upon her head and end in round tips, looking very different from the folded ears of her pup hood.
Eyes: BabyDoll's eyes are the typical chocolate brown color of most breeds of canines. They are fairly bulgy with their large, oval shape and appear unfocussed most of the time.
Scars: N/A
Accessories: N/A
Pictures: L I N K
Speed: Below average.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: Average.
Fighting: Above average.
Strengths: BabyDoll has somewhat of a cute quality to her with her naive look emanating from a friendly smile and unfocussed look. However, she is very good at coming up with plans no matter how dumb she looks. She can act in a way that some may think of as being funny if she is looking for attention. This canine is also fairly well trained in combat.
Weaknesses: She is very emotional and may over think some things leading to more conflicting emotions. She's not what one would call the most intelligent canine around, even though she does know enough to get around. She really doesn't understand why she's where she is and may end up becoming mentally unstable in the future. Thick, milky cataracts are forming over her eyes therefore reducing her vision and she is very likely to develop cancer in her later years.
Personality: BabyDoll may at often times appear to be two completely different canines depending on her mood and the situation at hand. In one case she may act like a leader with a fearless attitude towards all that may approach her, standing tall and proud in the face of danger and even possibly in the presence of death. She can be strong willed and willing to deal with any pain she endures. However, on the other hand, she may act timid around other canines or humans, at times appearing to be the most friendly of dogs or perhaps simply making a fool of herself and seeming as dimwitted as possible.
There is no real reason to this, she is not mentally ill nor does she purposely perform these different personalities for an overall plan for her actions.
Fears: BabyDoll has many fears even though on the outside she may appear fearless. Thunderstorms tend to freak her out and she may act very timid around humans and even possibly some other canines. She doesn't really fear fights nor death but she wishes to avoid them if at all possible.
Family:
Unknown - Father
Gertrude - Mother
There were some other siblings but none that she can truly recall their names, genders, or even completely remember their personalities.
History: BabyDoll was brought up and raised in the fighting, hellish world she has since known. It was hard for her as a pup, learning the ropes and what it meant to survive but she rose to the challenges life brought her. Sometimes the situation called for a leader upon which she would oblige, other times followers would be needed and she would willingly take that place as well. Through most of her life she worked as somewhat of a mercinary, going wherever help was needed. Her kind heart set her on - what she believes to be - the right path, but who knows? Life is full of many twists and turns, leading to surprises and unexpected changes.
Played by: The Rustic Spartan
Role Play Sample: Boring. B. o. r. i. n. g. None of the day's activities had brought any sort of relief to the boredom the border collie felt in his rusty colored head. Nothing at all had occurred to where he could admit he had felt the softest spark of interest purse his body. A soft sigh escaped from between his white lips as he lay on the rusted metal that had formally been a ship. At least, that's what it seemed to be, and there had been rumors that there was a ship wreck around these parts. No matter. Whatever it was, wherever he was, he was there, so nothing really mattered to the young male besides this simple fact.
He opened his jaws wide and let out a loud, obnoxious yawn, his tongue curling over and back towards the inside of his mouth. His eyes narrowed at his next thought. If he expected anything interesting to happen in the next few hours he would have to...get up. The lazy canine huffed at this realization. No one was coming towards the ship wreck, everyone must no longer care about the large piece of metal that lay halfway below the surface of the waters. Slowly and solemnly, the male climbed to his feet. His muscles were tense and sore from lying in the same place and position throughout the length of the day. He took a short moment to stretch his weary body before jumping off of his perch and climbing out of the vessel.
Carefully, he weaseled his way from between a tear in the metal to reach the outside and jumped to a large rock that lay near shore. Slick with the river water, the texture of the stone caused Loki to stumble only a bit before he bounded off into the overgrowth of the banks.
Moving carefully through the brush he stalked forwards. His head was lowered to be aligned with his shoulders that rotated noticeably beneath his thin skin as he padded forward. Then - his ears perked up at the sound of unnaturally moving water. Carefully the male pushed through some of the leaves of the plants that grew, but kept himself mostly concealed. His eyes narrowed in delight as he took in the form of another canine walking out of the water and back onto shore. His gaze shifted up towards the sky that had darkened with signs of an impending storm brewing in the heavens. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as the female began to walk away. Slowly - and at a safe distance - he followed, keeping his body low and close to the ground.
This female looked familiar, perhaps a member of the Seekers? No matter, she could still allow him a bit of fun, after all, there was no harm in messing with his fellow pack mates. He walked carefully, his ears twitching with anticipation. Then...CRACK. 'Shit,' was the only word that came to mind. He had stepped on something, given away his position. 'Maybe she didn't hear..' he hoped to himself. Just then the female jumped up and turned, a snarl on her lips as she called out to him.
Carefully he slithered around beneath the shrubs, a smile pursing his lips as he spoke carefully, picking each word individually. "Why on earth would I show myself?" he asked in the creepiest voice he could muster. Quickly he moved, keeping his body low, he brushed past a few leaves and branches but was careful to stay downwind from the female. "After all, how could I show myself when no one is here?" Confusion and delight perched in his own brain. Even he couldn't understand what he was saying. Such fun. (619)
Alias: N/A.
Gender: Female.
Age: 3 years.
Birthdate: April 1, 2135
Species: Dog.
Breed: [Boston Terrier] x [Bulldog x Pitbull].
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 18 inches.
Weight: 37 lbs.
Build: Built with a blocky build, BabyDoll is a fairly large canine for her heritage. She has a stocky appearance with very sharply shaped, thick muscles that show beneath her thick skin. Her legs are short lengthed and definitely not made for running. Her neck is thick with a pressured muzzle - specifically bred for her heritage of fighting dogs. She has a short, nub of a tail and she has a lifted toe on her left, hind leg due to torn ligaments.
Coat: A dark brindle color covers her short, greasy fur. Atop her head is mainly a pure black with white engulfing her muzzle and stripping over the front of her forehead and ultimately looping around her neck. Her shoulders also hold the thick black color that molds into more of a brindle mix as it nears her rear. Her belly is a pale pink with dark spots covering its lack of fur. Her front legs are white down to her paws while her back legs only harness white over her toes.
Head: This canine's head had a very blocky look to it. Her muzzle is short and thick - made for fighting. Her ears stand perked up upon her head and end in round tips, looking very different from the folded ears of her pup hood.
Eyes: BabyDoll's eyes are the typical chocolate brown color of most breeds of canines. They are fairly bulgy with their large, oval shape and appear unfocussed most of the time.
Scars: N/A
Accessories: N/A
Pictures: L I N K
Speed: Below average.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: Average.
Fighting: Above average.
Strengths: BabyDoll has somewhat of a cute quality to her with her naive look emanating from a friendly smile and unfocussed look. However, she is very good at coming up with plans no matter how dumb she looks. She can act in a way that some may think of as being funny if she is looking for attention. This canine is also fairly well trained in combat.
Weaknesses: She is very emotional and may over think some things leading to more conflicting emotions. She's not what one would call the most intelligent canine around, even though she does know enough to get around. She really doesn't understand why she's where she is and may end up becoming mentally unstable in the future. Thick, milky cataracts are forming over her eyes therefore reducing her vision and she is very likely to develop cancer in her later years.
Personality: BabyDoll may at often times appear to be two completely different canines depending on her mood and the situation at hand. In one case she may act like a leader with a fearless attitude towards all that may approach her, standing tall and proud in the face of danger and even possibly in the presence of death. She can be strong willed and willing to deal with any pain she endures. However, on the other hand, she may act timid around other canines or humans, at times appearing to be the most friendly of dogs or perhaps simply making a fool of herself and seeming as dimwitted as possible.
There is no real reason to this, she is not mentally ill nor does she purposely perform these different personalities for an overall plan for her actions.
Fears: BabyDoll has many fears even though on the outside she may appear fearless. Thunderstorms tend to freak her out and she may act very timid around humans and even possibly some other canines. She doesn't really fear fights nor death but she wishes to avoid them if at all possible.
Family:
Unknown - Father
Gertrude - Mother
There were some other siblings but none that she can truly recall their names, genders, or even completely remember their personalities.
History: BabyDoll was brought up and raised in the fighting, hellish world she has since known. It was hard for her as a pup, learning the ropes and what it meant to survive but she rose to the challenges life brought her. Sometimes the situation called for a leader upon which she would oblige, other times followers would be needed and she would willingly take that place as well. Through most of her life she worked as somewhat of a mercinary, going wherever help was needed. Her kind heart set her on - what she believes to be - the right path, but who knows? Life is full of many twists and turns, leading to surprises and unexpected changes.
Played by: The Rustic Spartan
Role Play Sample: Boring. B. o. r. i. n. g. None of the day's activities had brought any sort of relief to the boredom the border collie felt in his rusty colored head. Nothing at all had occurred to where he could admit he had felt the softest spark of interest purse his body. A soft sigh escaped from between his white lips as he lay on the rusted metal that had formally been a ship. At least, that's what it seemed to be, and there had been rumors that there was a ship wreck around these parts. No matter. Whatever it was, wherever he was, he was there, so nothing really mattered to the young male besides this simple fact.
He opened his jaws wide and let out a loud, obnoxious yawn, his tongue curling over and back towards the inside of his mouth. His eyes narrowed at his next thought. If he expected anything interesting to happen in the next few hours he would have to...get up. The lazy canine huffed at this realization. No one was coming towards the ship wreck, everyone must no longer care about the large piece of metal that lay halfway below the surface of the waters. Slowly and solemnly, the male climbed to his feet. His muscles were tense and sore from lying in the same place and position throughout the length of the day. He took a short moment to stretch his weary body before jumping off of his perch and climbing out of the vessel.
Carefully, he weaseled his way from between a tear in the metal to reach the outside and jumped to a large rock that lay near shore. Slick with the river water, the texture of the stone caused Loki to stumble only a bit before he bounded off into the overgrowth of the banks.
Moving carefully through the brush he stalked forwards. His head was lowered to be aligned with his shoulders that rotated noticeably beneath his thin skin as he padded forward. Then - his ears perked up at the sound of unnaturally moving water. Carefully the male pushed through some of the leaves of the plants that grew, but kept himself mostly concealed. His eyes narrowed in delight as he took in the form of another canine walking out of the water and back onto shore. His gaze shifted up towards the sky that had darkened with signs of an impending storm brewing in the heavens. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as the female began to walk away. Slowly - and at a safe distance - he followed, keeping his body low and close to the ground.
This female looked familiar, perhaps a member of the Seekers? No matter, she could still allow him a bit of fun, after all, there was no harm in messing with his fellow pack mates. He walked carefully, his ears twitching with anticipation. Then...CRACK. 'Shit,' was the only word that came to mind. He had stepped on something, given away his position. 'Maybe she didn't hear..' he hoped to himself. Just then the female jumped up and turned, a snarl on her lips as she called out to him.
Carefully he slithered around beneath the shrubs, a smile pursing his lips as he spoke carefully, picking each word individually. "Why on earth would I show myself?" he asked in the creepiest voice he could muster. Quickly he moved, keeping his body low, he brushed past a few leaves and branches but was careful to stay downwind from the female. "After all, how could I show myself when no one is here?" Confusion and delight perched in his own brain. Even he couldn't understand what he was saying. Such fun. (619)
