Post by kiffren on Feb 15, 2011 2:05:56 GMT -5
General Character Information
[/b][/size]Name Randír
Age 18 moons (1.5 years)
Gender Male
Character Type Dog, mutt, probably a Newfoundland/Alaskan Malamute
Alliance - Ripper's Pack
Rank - N/A
Picture -
Appearance – Muscular and kind of scruffy, Randir's whole appearance is that of a fighter. He has sort of long black hair. Even at barely 18 moons, Randir is well over 45 kilograms. Randir's eyes are a flat gray, though they seem to sparkle blue at times. Randir's front right canine is chipped, as if from a fight. He has a long scar on his right shoulder, probably from the same fight. For some reason, the fur that grows there is white rather than black resulting in a narrow white stripe on his shoulder.
Personality – Randir trusts no one, and in order to not be hurt generally shows himself as an isolated and aggressive dog. He treats all others as enemies, unless by some miracle they manage to gain his trust. At that point he becomes fiercly loyal to them, willing to put himself between them and any danger. Quick to anger, Randir's usual response to anything strange is to flatten his ears and snarl.
History – Though young, Randir has seen his fair share of troubles. He has been forcibly kicked from numerous packs. His first pack kicked his mother, and thus Randir, from the pack due to a fight between her and the alpha female. Randir left his mother as soon as he was old enough to survive on his own, and tried to find another pack. He would usually be allowed to tag along, but if he made any moves on the other young dogs, he would quickly be kicked. No alpha dog wanted unknown stray blood entering their pack. Randir gained his scars from an encounter with a lone wolf. The wolf and Randir fought over the remains of a deer. Despite winning, Randir gained a long scar on his shoulder and a broken canine, giving him the appearance of a fighter.
Roleplay Example - Randir sniffed the ground, the scent of a strange dog filled his nose. With his nose to the ground, Randir followed the scent. For days, he had been tracking a dog pack cautiously. This was the closest he had come to the pack. Randir had no desire to join the pack, but staying a safe distance away meant he might be able to eat their scraps. Scavenging was much safer then hunting. Randir noticed that the scent trail led into a valley, and turned to run up the edge of it. The valley wasn't that big, more like a gully between a couple hills. Trotting along the underbrush on the edge of the 'valley', Randir watched ahead of him. Suddenly he froze, he was far too close to the pack, he hadn't realized that he would be within eyesight of them from here. He was downwind, and the smell of fresh meat hit his nose. As much as he hated packs, and feared rejecting, that smell was all together too enticing. Laying his ears against the back of his head, Randir lay down and silently observed the pack eating a fresh kill. His stomach was empty and the meat smelled good, but his fear and hatred of other dogs kept him from approaching.
Codeword - Bluefire
