wynnie - female - domestic dog

BASICS:
NAME: Wynnie
ALIAS: Wynn
AGE: Four Years
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Domestic Dog
BREED: Belgian Malinois
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
PACK: Packess


APPEARANCE:
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SET PERMISSIONS: Permission Granted

COAT: Short, Cropped, Soft Appearance and Texture
COLOR: Tan, Black Facemask and Ears
EYES: Dark Brown
SCARS: One; Splits the fur on her shoulder to her rib cage.
HEIGHT: One foot, Nine inches
WEIGHT: Fifty-Seven Pounds
COMPLETE APPEARANCE:
Wynnie is very thin, with a long feline-like frame and a slender muzzle. Each paw petite, equipped with dull curved claws. Her structure is built for speed, not warfare. Her eyes are a dark shade of brown standing out against the black mask that hoods them. Her ears are lightly rimmed with black darkening towards the tips and coating the backs. Short cropped fur covers her frame in shades of tan, discolored with blackened assets.


PERSONALITY:
TRAITS: Brave, Eager to Please, Humble, Stubborn and Loving
COMPLETE PERSONALITY:
Wynnie isn't afraid to bash a few skulls if it means protecting herself and her friends. Growing up as a stray taught her many things about surviving on her own. She has a bold fearlessness that is rarely ever broken down and helps her to push through the most tricky situations. Wynn isn't really afraid of anything. She always tries to make everyone happy. If there's a tough decision to make, she will try her best to choose the best outcome for everybody. She never boasts about herself and often offers compliments to those of higher status. Wynnie has a bit of a temper. She has low tolerance for petty arguments or scuffles. Stubborn doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of her tenacity, it makes her defiant, frustrating, and certainly a pain. Under all the uptight traits, she is very loving. Wynnie is not as rigid as she seems, bonds that are formed are rarely ever broken.


HISTORY:
MOTHER: Bailey *Deceased
FATHER: Copper *Unknown Whereabouts
SIBLINGS: Vorilye *Supposedly Deceased and Katrin *Supposedly Deceased
OFFSPRING: N/A
COMPLETE HISTORY:
Wynnie was born at the outskirts of the city to Bailey and Copper near the Hunterson Farm. She is only one out of the litter of three born on the mist shrouded spring day. Her litter mates were known as Vorilye and Katrin, but there was a fourth whelp who died moments after birth; Wynn never found out and still hasn't. She never knew her father very well because he was never around. Copper would appear quite often in their early days but after the thrill of becoming a father subsided from his mind he began to return less often. Once he left for good with out so much as a warning. Bailey was left to fend for herself and tend to her three growing pups. She had to travel from their shelter at lease twice a day to find food and other supplies, leaving her pups for a short while. The family managed to survive for the first year of Wynnies life when their mother was killed by a falling tree. The pups were orphaned and began to separate and Wynn was totally on her own. However she managed to survive in the hectic world even without the faintest idea how to do so. But as she grew she learned and soon became very skillful at navigating the city and avoiding trouble.


PLAYER:
OOC NAME: Wind
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
EXPERIENCE: 4 years maybe more.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I was looking at the top dog roleplays.
PASSWORD: Blue Grass
RP SAMPLE:
The sound of metal clanging against concrete made Wynnies ears ring. She ducked behind a cluster of dumpsters and stared out at the night sky. The stray curled up and let her eyelids obscure her irises in attempt to escape the real world. Her petite form was hardly visible against the shadowed brick wall where she lay and any passerby would hardly notice her huddled shape. Her breathing slowed signaling that sleep had finally come. When morning came the sun slide above the horizon shining through the gaps between the structures. The sound of thunder woke Wynnie causing her confusion. The sky was cloudless and not a single drop of rain fell to earth. Her gaze scanned the ally way trying to pinpoint the sound. As her senses sharpened she realized that the noise had been coming from one of the metal cans which had fallen. She let out a huff and weaved her way from her sleeping place. Turning towards the rising sun she headed east at a slow trot. Her belly twisted with hunger and she paused at various ally ways and attempted to find any scraps, but was unsuccesful The female decided to head towards the sewer entrances hoping to come across any rats lurking outside.