Post by Aubrey on Jul 20, 2011 19:12:24 GMT -5
Name: Aubrey
Alias: Bri
Gender: Female.
Age: 3 years young
Birthdate: July 20, 2128
Species: Dog.
Breed: [shiba inu x chow] [shephard x chow]
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 25 in
Weight: 45 lbs
Build: Aubrey's body is for the better part lean muscle. For her shoulders and front legs she's got the shepherd and chow thick neck and lean straight legs. Her height comes from the chow and shiba inu mix. Since she's mostly chow she got lucky and ended up being more of a medium sized dog. She's bigger than what most in this world would consider prey but she's not so big that she has to be burdened with a lot of the health problems most of the big and giant breeds have. Her back luckily got the shiba inu mix, she's got a well built back, no shepherd slouch or low hind legs. Her hind legs are the shiba's which are lean and strong. She's a great jumper and climber. Her tail curls over her back shiba inu and chow style and the tip rests over either hip.Depending on how she lays it.
Coat: Thankfully Aubrey got mostly the shiba inu coat. It's not short but it's by no means like a chow's coat. It's more medium in length, it's thick in her neck though. It provides adequate protection from the heat and the cold. The color of her coat is that of a shiba inu's with a light golden color and a white strip from under her muzzle all the way down to the tip of her tail. The top tip of her tail looks like it was air brushed black.
Head: Aubrey's head is broad like chow's head but she has more of a shiba inu's muzzle. The muzzle is long, not wide and close to the face like a chows. Her nose is black and proportionate to her face, she has a keen sense of smell and that's thanks to the drop of shepherd in her. Her jaw has the chow's lock, instead of a shepherd's and shiba inu's snap. Once she has a hold of something be it prey or if she's defending herself she's not letting go. Her ears are triangular and sit alert and attentive on the top of her head. She has very expressive ears. How she mostly conveys fear, sadness, happiness, anger, and joy.
Eyes: Her eyes are wide and almond shaped. They express a lot of what she's feeling. She's not a dog that one does not know if she's going to attack or give a friendly lick. They are a pretty dark brown color accented by the black color of her lids.
Scars: N/A for now.
Accessories: N/A
Pictures: Photo of the lovely Aubrey
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Above average.
Strength: Above average.
Fighting: Average.
Strengths: *Loyal
*Daredevil
*Fun
*Energetic
*Athletic
Weaknesses: *Hardheaded
*Instigator
*Smartalec
*Weaker than she thinks
*Flirts with the alphas, male or female
*spaz
*Short attention span
Personality: To describe anyone's personality in full is hard. But the basics are easy. First off Aubrey is fun. Whether a quick game of fetch, or a romp through the grass she's game. She's athletic and quick to jump into a play fight. She's adventurous and brave. She not afraid to dig under the wooden fence or run head first into a dark building.
Opposing to her fun side . . . she's also hardheaded and an instigator. Meaning if she decides to go after something or someone she will pursue them relentlessly. She's a flirt with dominate dogs. Whether they are male or female. Does that make her a figurative hounddog? No not really she's just got a flirty side. She's dreamer when it comes to her "perfect" mate, so she just sticks with the teasing.
She's sweet. Loves puppies and loves to play with young dogs. She's a big softy when it comes to them. She also won't be afraid to be the first to help her pack out. She's extremely loyal to her pack and pack mates. If she finds a pack to take her.
She's a spaz. One minute she's calm and then the next she's jumping around in circles and trying to catch her tail as fast as she can go. Feeling the best she can when she shows the dogs she's with that she can catch her tail. Being a spaz she has the more-often-than-not ability to say what's on her mind it makes her come off as a smartalec, when in reality, well her reality she likes to just point out the obvious. It's not her fault if you say something she can make a dirty joke out of, or turn it into something that sounds cruel, shouldn't have said something in the first place.
Bri's other side is that she's deathly afraid of rain. Not thunder or lighting. She's not afraid of swimming on a summer day. Just rain scars the ever living day lights out of her. For someone with a short attention span it's like seeing the sky falling. She knows its water she knows it won't kill her but it's like torture. It falls repetitively on her whole body. She hates the feeling and she's not going out in that rain to save her life. If she's caught in the rain she'll freeze and whine, and don't think you could drag her out into that stuff either.
Underneath her fun happy side, buried way, way down she really doesn't like to talk about her past or what happened wither her family. It's more like she'd rather live in the now. So don't mind her if questions about her past lead to one word answers or if she takes a turn around and becomes quiet or changes the subject. She'll have to open up one day but for now she'd much rather leave her past behind her.
Fears: *RAIN, major irrational fear of the rain
*Humans, more like "what they heck?"
*New things, call it anxiety or whatever but Bri's got a quirk about new things. She gets over it quickly but it's still worth mentioning.
Family: Grandmother - Cecilia - chow - deceased
Gradfather - Charles - shiba inu - deceased
Mother - Haelynn - chow/shiba inu - MIA
Father - Reily - chow/shephard - MIA
History: History of Aubrey, told through Raz.
Hello new person! Wait, wait! Oh history? It's not that important, its the same as every dog my age. Our grandparents mumble crap about life before the humans were diseased and our parents barked at them to shut up. We go about our struggles and live our lives. I was no different than the rest of my dogs in my generation trust me.
Ok seriously! What do you want me to tell you? Can you just go? I'm getting pissed off and I am one fierce dog when I get pissed off! FINE! I'll tell you if you go AWAY after.
I was born the night my grandfather died. My father killed him. It's nothing like you think, my mother told me it's the way. He was old and hurting and couldn't keep up. There was no food for us and my grandfather, after much, much deliberation with all of us agreed to die. He choose my father to kill him. My mother had a bad birth. This isn't rare in this time, so it's nothing new, but my siblings didn't make it. Bad birthing, but I chalk it up to her being malnourished through out the pregnancy.
We were a nomad pack, that's what I remember growing up. The moment I could walk we were out and miles away from our den. Only stopping when I needed to feed, then when I stopped taking my mothers milk us stopping grew shorter and shorter. Nomads we lived on the go. Humans never bothered us except for a few instances but they were just a passing by thing.
Just for the record, humans are weird. They walk upright and are always yapping at each other like two dogs who haven't learned to shut up. I, personally, am not a dog who hunts them, but I heard they're tasty. Still I have that feeling in my stomach where I just don't think I could eat them. They just are . . . . Anyways back to this "important" history lesson. I wish you'd just leave it alone.
We got to a place where my grandmother couldn't go on. She just laid there one morning. I knew she was going to die. She was my mother's mother so this time mother could not kill her. I was a year old. I was out catching lizards and bugs and it's fuzzy what else. I was practicing my hunting techniques when my mother came from out den.
Father had left the other day. He was tired of our travelling, he left to find a pack. We never saw him again. My mother went mad I think after grandmother passed away begging for the pain to stop.
I remember my mothers teeth on my tail, feeling afraid as she chased me from our den. If she's still alive I believe she cracked or has found another mate. I never went looking for her or my father. Both abandoned me. Both left me to the troubles of the world.
My past is not much different than any other dog living in the world. It's nothing special. I was forced many times to do things I didn't want to. Joined a gang, scared me, but I'm brave I did what I had to survive. I left them with them chasing my tail. I've killed smaller dogs because my hunger told me to do so. I've done many things I'd rather not think about.
So you see, I'd rather be living in the present. I'm looking for a home, a pack that won't chase me away. A place that will accept me and my personality. Can you blame me. I just want to live freely until I die happily in my warm den, not because some one in my family has to kill me for food. I don't want to be starving and kill another dog again. I can't join a crazy dog gang and run after humans or turn on my gang member because they did something the gang disapproved of. I just need a family.
So there you have it my history. . . . What? Why am I afraid of rain? What are you talking about why AREN'T you afraid! Seriously that, pardon my tongue, shit's scary! It's like the sky is falling and the clouds are trying to eat you and you feel small and claustrophobic and OK changing subject..... Actually thanks for stopping by but I am out of here right now!!
Played by: Raz
Role Play Sample: This was a while ago. I hope I've gotten better but I think this is about average. I know could be better but rp'in is just a hobby.
Ashliya felt almost bad that she put this wolf in his place. He wanted to be an alpha but this was true that he was not ready. Young tenacious wolves never were. She felt his whole body finally stop it's struggling and even though the wolf didn't roll on to his back he adverted his eyes and grew limp, even opened his neck to her. She relaxed her jaws and slowly pryed them open keeping a snarl on her face as she slowly backed off of him. She kept her power down on him, once she was completely off she gave his bleeding nose a lick. A wolf term for good job or it'll be alright. Whatever the wolf took it would work.
Now Ash was well within her right to look many a beast straight into their eyes till they blinked and looked away. Some took time to stare them down but they backed down as she curled her lip. Satisfied she was officially in the pack she turned and trotted to the alpha, the only beast in this forest she gave total respect to. She bowed her head and kept her gaze away from his, she stared bravely at Daniel's cheek. She should be permitted. Humbly she licked his chin, showing she ment no respect in putting a wolf in his place. Satified, she went to sit next to the alpha, feeling slightly bad as some wolves shifted from her with uneasy eyes. Of course! She knew why they were uncomfortable, a nameless warrior just took down one of the strongest members of their pack. She almost laughed at her carelessness.
'Everybeast,' Ash sent her thoughts to every wolf within the pack, including Tobias and the Alpha, 'they call me Ashliya Simmons, as a wolf I've walked this Earth eighty-seven years. As you can see, I am rightfully in this pack and would accept you if you would accept me.'
Ashliya felt wholly accomplished and sat down to lick her wounds. She finally let some exhaustion sink into her muscles. It was a great workout, she would have to spar with that young wolf again. Maybe give some pointers. Happily she nearly purred and licked her paw and swiped it over her bleeding brow.
Alias: Bri
Gender: Female.
Age: 3 years young
Birthdate: July 20, 2128
Species: Dog.
Breed: [shiba inu x chow] [shephard x chow]
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 25 in
Weight: 45 lbs
Build: Aubrey's body is for the better part lean muscle. For her shoulders and front legs she's got the shepherd and chow thick neck and lean straight legs. Her height comes from the chow and shiba inu mix. Since she's mostly chow she got lucky and ended up being more of a medium sized dog. She's bigger than what most in this world would consider prey but she's not so big that she has to be burdened with a lot of the health problems most of the big and giant breeds have. Her back luckily got the shiba inu mix, she's got a well built back, no shepherd slouch or low hind legs. Her hind legs are the shiba's which are lean and strong. She's a great jumper and climber. Her tail curls over her back shiba inu and chow style and the tip rests over either hip.Depending on how she lays it.
Coat: Thankfully Aubrey got mostly the shiba inu coat. It's not short but it's by no means like a chow's coat. It's more medium in length, it's thick in her neck though. It provides adequate protection from the heat and the cold. The color of her coat is that of a shiba inu's with a light golden color and a white strip from under her muzzle all the way down to the tip of her tail. The top tip of her tail looks like it was air brushed black.
Head: Aubrey's head is broad like chow's head but she has more of a shiba inu's muzzle. The muzzle is long, not wide and close to the face like a chows. Her nose is black and proportionate to her face, she has a keen sense of smell and that's thanks to the drop of shepherd in her. Her jaw has the chow's lock, instead of a shepherd's and shiba inu's snap. Once she has a hold of something be it prey or if she's defending herself she's not letting go. Her ears are triangular and sit alert and attentive on the top of her head. She has very expressive ears. How she mostly conveys fear, sadness, happiness, anger, and joy.
Eyes: Her eyes are wide and almond shaped. They express a lot of what she's feeling. She's not a dog that one does not know if she's going to attack or give a friendly lick. They are a pretty dark brown color accented by the black color of her lids.
Scars: N/A for now.
Accessories: N/A
Pictures: Photo of the lovely Aubrey
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Above average.
Strength: Above average.
Fighting: Average.
Strengths: *Loyal
*Daredevil
*Fun
*Energetic
*Athletic
Weaknesses: *Hardheaded
*Instigator
*Smartalec
*Weaker than she thinks
*Flirts with the alphas, male or female
*spaz
*Short attention span
Personality: To describe anyone's personality in full is hard. But the basics are easy. First off Aubrey is fun. Whether a quick game of fetch, or a romp through the grass she's game. She's athletic and quick to jump into a play fight. She's adventurous and brave. She not afraid to dig under the wooden fence or run head first into a dark building.
Opposing to her fun side . . . she's also hardheaded and an instigator. Meaning if she decides to go after something or someone she will pursue them relentlessly. She's a flirt with dominate dogs. Whether they are male or female. Does that make her a figurative hounddog? No not really she's just got a flirty side. She's dreamer when it comes to her "perfect" mate, so she just sticks with the teasing.
She's sweet. Loves puppies and loves to play with young dogs. She's a big softy when it comes to them. She also won't be afraid to be the first to help her pack out. She's extremely loyal to her pack and pack mates. If she finds a pack to take her.
She's a spaz. One minute she's calm and then the next she's jumping around in circles and trying to catch her tail as fast as she can go. Feeling the best she can when she shows the dogs she's with that she can catch her tail. Being a spaz she has the more-often-than-not ability to say what's on her mind it makes her come off as a smartalec, when in reality, well her reality she likes to just point out the obvious. It's not her fault if you say something she can make a dirty joke out of, or turn it into something that sounds cruel, shouldn't have said something in the first place.
Bri's other side is that she's deathly afraid of rain. Not thunder or lighting. She's not afraid of swimming on a summer day. Just rain scars the ever living day lights out of her. For someone with a short attention span it's like seeing the sky falling. She knows its water she knows it won't kill her but it's like torture. It falls repetitively on her whole body. She hates the feeling and she's not going out in that rain to save her life. If she's caught in the rain she'll freeze and whine, and don't think you could drag her out into that stuff either.
Underneath her fun happy side, buried way, way down she really doesn't like to talk about her past or what happened wither her family. It's more like she'd rather live in the now. So don't mind her if questions about her past lead to one word answers or if she takes a turn around and becomes quiet or changes the subject. She'll have to open up one day but for now she'd much rather leave her past behind her.
Fears: *RAIN, major irrational fear of the rain
*Humans, more like "what they heck?"
*New things, call it anxiety or whatever but Bri's got a quirk about new things. She gets over it quickly but it's still worth mentioning.
Family: Grandmother - Cecilia - chow - deceased
Gradfather - Charles - shiba inu - deceased
Mother - Haelynn - chow/shiba inu - MIA
Father - Reily - chow/shephard - MIA
History: History of Aubrey, told through Raz.
Hello new person! Wait, wait! Oh history? It's not that important, its the same as every dog my age. Our grandparents mumble crap about life before the humans were diseased and our parents barked at them to shut up. We go about our struggles and live our lives. I was no different than the rest of my dogs in my generation trust me.
Ok seriously! What do you want me to tell you? Can you just go? I'm getting pissed off and I am one fierce dog when I get pissed off! FINE! I'll tell you if you go AWAY after.
I was born the night my grandfather died. My father killed him. It's nothing like you think, my mother told me it's the way. He was old and hurting and couldn't keep up. There was no food for us and my grandfather, after much, much deliberation with all of us agreed to die. He choose my father to kill him. My mother had a bad birth. This isn't rare in this time, so it's nothing new, but my siblings didn't make it. Bad birthing, but I chalk it up to her being malnourished through out the pregnancy.
We were a nomad pack, that's what I remember growing up. The moment I could walk we were out and miles away from our den. Only stopping when I needed to feed, then when I stopped taking my mothers milk us stopping grew shorter and shorter. Nomads we lived on the go. Humans never bothered us except for a few instances but they were just a passing by thing.
Just for the record, humans are weird. They walk upright and are always yapping at each other like two dogs who haven't learned to shut up. I, personally, am not a dog who hunts them, but I heard they're tasty. Still I have that feeling in my stomach where I just don't think I could eat them. They just are . . . . Anyways back to this "important" history lesson. I wish you'd just leave it alone.
We got to a place where my grandmother couldn't go on. She just laid there one morning. I knew she was going to die. She was my mother's mother so this time mother could not kill her. I was a year old. I was out catching lizards and bugs and it's fuzzy what else. I was practicing my hunting techniques when my mother came from out den.
Father had left the other day. He was tired of our travelling, he left to find a pack. We never saw him again. My mother went mad I think after grandmother passed away begging for the pain to stop.
I remember my mothers teeth on my tail, feeling afraid as she chased me from our den. If she's still alive I believe she cracked or has found another mate. I never went looking for her or my father. Both abandoned me. Both left me to the troubles of the world.
My past is not much different than any other dog living in the world. It's nothing special. I was forced many times to do things I didn't want to. Joined a gang, scared me, but I'm brave I did what I had to survive. I left them with them chasing my tail. I've killed smaller dogs because my hunger told me to do so. I've done many things I'd rather not think about.
So you see, I'd rather be living in the present. I'm looking for a home, a pack that won't chase me away. A place that will accept me and my personality. Can you blame me. I just want to live freely until I die happily in my warm den, not because some one in my family has to kill me for food. I don't want to be starving and kill another dog again. I can't join a crazy dog gang and run after humans or turn on my gang member because they did something the gang disapproved of. I just need a family.
So there you have it my history. . . . What? Why am I afraid of rain? What are you talking about why AREN'T you afraid! Seriously that, pardon my tongue, shit's scary! It's like the sky is falling and the clouds are trying to eat you and you feel small and claustrophobic and OK changing subject..... Actually thanks for stopping by but I am out of here right now!!
Played by: Raz
Role Play Sample: This was a while ago. I hope I've gotten better but I think this is about average. I know could be better but rp'in is just a hobby.
Ashliya felt almost bad that she put this wolf in his place. He wanted to be an alpha but this was true that he was not ready. Young tenacious wolves never were. She felt his whole body finally stop it's struggling and even though the wolf didn't roll on to his back he adverted his eyes and grew limp, even opened his neck to her. She relaxed her jaws and slowly pryed them open keeping a snarl on her face as she slowly backed off of him. She kept her power down on him, once she was completely off she gave his bleeding nose a lick. A wolf term for good job or it'll be alright. Whatever the wolf took it would work.
Now Ash was well within her right to look many a beast straight into their eyes till they blinked and looked away. Some took time to stare them down but they backed down as she curled her lip. Satisfied she was officially in the pack she turned and trotted to the alpha, the only beast in this forest she gave total respect to. She bowed her head and kept her gaze away from his, she stared bravely at Daniel's cheek. She should be permitted. Humbly she licked his chin, showing she ment no respect in putting a wolf in his place. Satified, she went to sit next to the alpha, feeling slightly bad as some wolves shifted from her with uneasy eyes. Of course! She knew why they were uncomfortable, a nameless warrior just took down one of the strongest members of their pack. She almost laughed at her carelessness.
'Everybeast,' Ash sent her thoughts to every wolf within the pack, including Tobias and the Alpha, 'they call me Ashliya Simmons, as a wolf I've walked this Earth eighty-seven years. As you can see, I am rightfully in this pack and would accept you if you would accept me.'
Ashliya felt wholly accomplished and sat down to lick her wounds. She finally let some exhaustion sink into her muscles. It was a great workout, she would have to spar with that young wolf again. Maybe give some pointers. Happily she nearly purred and licked her paw and swiped it over her bleeding brow.
