gwendolen - female - domestic dog
Aug 24, 2013 15:13:00 GMT -5
Post by GWENDOLEN on Aug 24, 2013 15:13:00 GMT -5
gwendolen;
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BASICS:***
NAME: Gwendolen
ALIAS: Gwen, Dolly
AGE: One year
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Domestic dog
BREED: Nordic mutt. [Japanese Akita x Siberian Husky x Malamute X Japanese Akita x Greenland Dog x Canadian Eskimo Dog x Eurasier] x [Japanese Akita x Siberian Husky x Malamute X Eurasier x Laika]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
PACK: Packless
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APPEARANCE:
IMAGE SET: click.
SET PERMISSIONS: Images are CC
COAT: Gwen's fur is relatively long and shaggy during winter, thinner and shorter in the winter. Obviously husky-like patterned.
COLOR: White with black overlay, heavier on her back and legs, covering her almost completely. Even her face.
EYES: Icy blue, chilling.
SCARS: Scarred up paw pads, tiny marks on her rump for picking at her thorn cuts.
HEIGHT: Twenty-six inches at the shoulder
WEIGHT: Thirty-five pounds
COMPLETE APPEARANCE:
Gwendolen's figure is not as heavyset as her fathers, perhaps due to her femininity, or perhaps because she got the bad end of the gene pool. Her body is thin and carefully built, with long strong legs and a sleek, small toned body. Without seeing her ancestors, you'd think her entire family were thinboned sprinter dogs. Gwendolen does, however, have powerfully built shoulders and haunches, albeit not as strong as her fathers, or even her brothers build, but well tapered to running long distances for a long time. However, her height and her length don't seem to dwindle that obviously in comparison to her father, despite her lack of muscle or bone structure. Unfortunately, even Gwen's gait is dainty and feminine. Her feet may be large, but that's only due to her bloodlines. She walks with a regal stance, quite proud and yet.. still soft-stepped and meek. From first glance, you wouldn't suspect such a big mouth on such a delicate looking canine.
Instead of being shaggy, long furred, or warm all year round, the only thing marking her as anything close to her father is her colouring. Due to her background, her fur retains the colouring of a husky, black and white. She is almost covered head to toe in black, however, less husky definition in the colouring around her face. Instead of a mask-like pattern, Gwendolen's face is nearly covered in black, save a small thin white stripe up her face that extends from a white muzzle. The white extends to her chest and down the insides of her legs to her paws. Her fur is relatively short all year round, not growing out that much thicker in the winter, therefore rendering her more prone to sickness if not kept sheltered. Due to being in the wild her entire life, her fur is not that soft, instead rough and usually a mess of mud or grass. It is not exactly coarse, but isn't as soft as silk either. Gwendolen is also riddled with tiny little scars, due to her time running through a thorn patch to 'toughen up'. Her paw pads also have tiny laced scars as well due to other unfortunate incidents.
The most attractive and powerful part of her appearance has to be her eyes and face. With bold, yet cool and a bit overly intimidating ice blue eyes, tall pointed ears that never seem to settle down, and a narrow, distinct facial shape that suggests she isn't something to mess with, its a wonder anyone ever comes near her. Gwendolen's piercing eyes are in all honestly less attractive when narrowed and picking at every little thing wrong. She had a very distinct voice as well, an obvious regal air hidden within it, but more of a bratty impatient whine than anything. If that doesn't scare you away, I'm not sure what will.
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PERSONALITY:
TRAITS: Controlling, selfish, abrasive, arrogant, honest, intelligent, calm, charismatic
COMPLETE PERSONALITY:
controlling. Anything she says, goes, and if not, you'll be in the clutches of a nagging irritation. Like a thorn in your paw, that no matter how much you gnaw, doesn't seem to come out. Instead, it burrows deeper. Gwendolen is fairly close to the definition of obsessive compulsory disorder (OCD). Things have to be neat, perfect, and done the way she wants it. Gwendolen has issues with leadership, she feels that she has to be the top dog, the one who leads everyone else. To her, her siblings are annoyances who need to be taught how to live. It's almost a feeling that, if she weren't there to chastise and pester everyone into doing what she wants, they would all die off. It's likely untrue, but she strongly believes this.
selfish. It's not like she means to be, well. Maybe she does. Gwendolen tends to be a bit.. selfish, all the time. She comes first, before everyone else. It's like she's in pack mode mentally, and she's the alpha. Even though her family really isn't a pack, its more a few stray dogs wandering and attempting to survive. She loves her family, really. She just seems to think that she gets to have whatever they have first. Gwendolen doesn't like to share, nor does she like when someone else gets something better than her, even if it's her father.
abrasive. Gwendolen is extremely harsh. If something doesn't go her way, or she misses a piece of prey, or is beaten in an argument or play fight, she will become a lot meaner than she usually is, to the point where, even if you weren't apart of whatever she was mad at, or you aren't her target, she'll turn her sights on you anyway and blame you. She has a very unpleasant, mean personality which is quite a shame to be put on such a pretty dog.
arrogant. She thinks she's better than you, all the time. You can catch a rabbit? She'll catch ten. Oh wow, you beat so and so in a fight? She'll beat him twice. The list goes on. She is the type of dog to exaggerate her strengths, and make little her weaknesses. Gwendolen is even so low as to insult your strengths as weaknesses, and therefore boast and brag about how she is better than you. That she can do what you can, tenfold. That whatever you did, it's nothing compared to what she's done. This makes her into a competitor, to try and make sure that she remains the top dog, that everyone always pays attention to her.
honest. This can be both a good thing, and a bad thing. She'll never tell a lie, instead, she'll tell you the cold hard truth. Do you suck? Yes. Is your life terrible? Yes. She doesn't care if she hurts your feelings, or ruins something of yours. If she knows something about you, and its supposed to be a secret, she'll tell you anyway. Honesty is good in many ways, which also means that if it's important, she will tell you. If there is danger, and it needs to be said, it'll be said. Whether its because she wants to save her own skin, no one knows.
intelligent. Gwendolen values her great intelligence. While obviously not as great as some, due to her inflated ego, the dog is rather smart in many ways. She is more adaptable than most, able to figure out how prey moves, and correct her own hunting techniques quicker in order to fill her belly, and keep her alive. But not only that, she is actually a good teacher, if you can get past how many detentions you get. She is strict, yes, but she is unrelenting. Meaning she will ensure that you master whatever it is she's trying to teach you. Did she notice you lacking in sprinting abilities? She'll race you constantly until you run neck and neck with her.
calm. It's almost scary, how brutally calm she'll be when angry with you. Her anger never seems to explode into savage teeth and claws and blood. Rather, its a bone chilling anger that gives her a scarily calm composure. That kind of fear that, although she seems neutral, you know there's a molten pit of lava in there waiting for your soul. This is a good trait sometimes however, as she doesn't seem to stir that facade of hers easily, even in the face of danger. So although she might be terrified on the inside, she refuses to let that show. Again, she has to remain strong and powerful in the eyes of others.
charismatic. She has a way about her, maybe the way she speaks, or walks, or even looks at you. She has a way that can turn you around, if you're gullible or naive or stupid enough to listen. She could lie to you, and you'd never know, even though its nigh impossible for her to lie, due to being brought up honest. If she wants something, you can be sure that she will do whatever it takes to get it. She's never killed, but seriously, I wouldn't put it past her.
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HISTORY:
MOTHER: Scar, assumed to be alive
FATHER: Cassius, alive
SIBLINGS: Ernest, elder brother, alive. Cicily, younger sister, alive.
OFFSPRING: n/a
COMPLETE HISTORY:
Gwendolen was born to a young female named Scar, whom both her and her father, Cassius, were part of a pack who fought with other packs to remain strong and consistent. When Gwendolen and her siblings Ernest and Cicily were born, much of their parents lives were hidden from them. They grew up with soft-told lies and simple promises from their father that the pack life wasn't for them and that they would soon leave. Therefore, Gwendolenn, Cicily and Ernest did not know or understand any of the pack laws that enabled dogs to be put in a ring and fight to the death to eliminate weaker dogs and maintain the balance with the other surrounding packs. Instead, they were raised apart from that. They knew only each other and their mother, blind with the other pups not old enough to take part.
When the three turned around four months old, however, that was around the age that young pups began training to participate in the fights. They, did not. Instead, Cassius snuck them out of the pack, again reminding them that the pack life was not for them. They obliged simply because of their naive, puppish love for him. For the majority of their life, the pups journeyed with their father to Islara, a place much safer than the one they had lived in, as Cassius said. Cassius was the one who taught them how to hunt and look after themselves, in turn having them travel through a particularly tough thorn bush to toughen up their puppyish skin. They never went through another.
They traveled alone, their father resorting to underbrush and the shade of trees to protect him and his pups. Therefore the three went out on their own to play, and Cicily, being the runt of the litter, was targeted by a wild cat, a cougar. Cassius protected them then, urging them to run off into the woods and hide while he drove it off. Gwen has retained a fear and hatred for large cats, not that she would ever admit to being scared. All of the pups hunting training was given by their father, to which Gwendolen realized how irritating it was to hunt with her brother, whom was far more cocky and daft than her sister, who was far smaller than them.
Only once did they meet another dog in their journey, to which Cassius was quick to lead them away and avoid it. Gwendolen, however, is curious about other dogs, though due to being separated from them for so long, she is far more aggressive around strangers than she is to her family. She grew up knowing nothing other than family was protection and outside dogs posed a threat, even if they did not necessarily appear dangerous.
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PLAYER:
OOC NAME: Castaway
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
EXPERIENCE: A while, like 4 or 5 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I've lurked here before it first closed, and affiliates linked me back again.
PASSWORD: Accepted.
RP SAMPLE:
lyrics filled her ears as his drawl slowly escaped his jaws. she saw the teeth. the damage he could do to her. but she was no longer afraid. his music restarted again, explaining things more in depth. she listened carefully, eager not to miss a word he said. though when finished the story still puzzled her. she didn't quite understand. perhaps it was the way he'd laid it out. maybe the idea in which spoken aloud made her actually think. she fumbled the grass under her small paws, clenching and un-clenching the grass. playing with the gravel and rocks all the same. he said he could live with the pain. something about canines being unable to live without a windpipe. this much was true. spiders ears flicked slightly, her tail sliding over the grass, the dew soaking into the fur. she thought about this, estimating how her response would turn the conversation over.
whether she should depart. or stay and tell him about her story. the reason she was like she was. a story for a story perhaps. though he probably couldn't care less who she was. why she was a thief. nowadays canines did what they had to in order to survive. spider was no different. why ever think she was. a low sigh moved past her lips as her thoughts fought against her better judgement. finally her heart and mind connected, however on an uneven tone. she parted her jaws again, her vocals allowing her voice to be set free. " rixon. my story.. consists of being alone. is that what you felt? alone? because i've been alone for most of my life. dogs.. hated my mother and father. i'd never even met my father. he was always gone. mother said he was just busy. that he'd return.. " she let her voice fade slightly, thinking over her next words. " but.. he never came home you see. so my mother went.. crazy. i guess you could call it that. she abandoned me, called me the devil. said it was my fault for my father dying. " spiders voice cracked slightly, a wave of unease and mourn breaking her composure. " so. my siblings left me. i was all alone. i often asked for food, as i don't know how to hunt well. but. they never gave me anything. i never knew why. i still don't. so thats why i steal. even though it's wrong.. "
spiders body stiffened slightly from a small wind that chilled her. concentrating on keeping her emotions under control, it seemed the wind was picking up around her. faint, but enough there to send gravel whipping around the ground. shaking the grass. whistling in her ears. she whined a moment then, her eyes closed with depression. her story was no better than his. though she suspected his was far worse.
--sample from an old stray dog rp i ran.
whether she should depart. or stay and tell him about her story. the reason she was like she was. a story for a story perhaps. though he probably couldn't care less who she was. why she was a thief. nowadays canines did what they had to in order to survive. spider was no different. why ever think she was. a low sigh moved past her lips as her thoughts fought against her better judgement. finally her heart and mind connected, however on an uneven tone. she parted her jaws again, her vocals allowing her voice to be set free. " rixon. my story.. consists of being alone. is that what you felt? alone? because i've been alone for most of my life. dogs.. hated my mother and father. i'd never even met my father. he was always gone. mother said he was just busy. that he'd return.. " she let her voice fade slightly, thinking over her next words. " but.. he never came home you see. so my mother went.. crazy. i guess you could call it that. she abandoned me, called me the devil. said it was my fault for my father dying. " spiders voice cracked slightly, a wave of unease and mourn breaking her composure. " so. my siblings left me. i was all alone. i often asked for food, as i don't know how to hunt well. but. they never gave me anything. i never knew why. i still don't. so thats why i steal. even though it's wrong.. "
spiders body stiffened slightly from a small wind that chilled her. concentrating on keeping her emotions under control, it seemed the wind was picking up around her. faint, but enough there to send gravel whipping around the ground. shaking the grass. whistling in her ears. she whined a moment then, her eyes closed with depression. her story was no better than his. though she suspected his was far worse.
--sample from an old stray dog rp i ran.