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Post by [Rose] on Oct 27, 2008 18:38:10 GMT -5
Character Name:
Razz
Gender: Male
Pack: Luna
Rank: I'd like Healer or Beta, but if its not possible, normal pack member is fine.
Breed: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever [aka NSDTR or Toiller]
Age: About three years of age.
Appearance:
Razz is a handsome dog to say at the least. His fur is an orange-like colored mixed with blondes and browns, with the color almost like the setting sun. He has a white nose with a line that goes up to mid-forehead. His nose is well fitted for his medium sized body and has a relativly large pinkish nose. His teeth are strong, and oddly white for being a stray dog, with sharp-tipped ends and healthy gums. His ears are at the appropriate angle for the NSDTR breed and poof out slightly with an almost puppy-like look. The tips seem to be a darker color of gold from the rest of his body. He has wide and almost accusing brown eyes that seem deeper than just the normal brown, filled with thoughts and ideas.
His build is a standard for the NSDTR. This breed has the characteristics in growth of a Lab or a Golden, but their legs are shorter and their noses are a bit longer to point out the birds in the field when they hunt. Razz has slight muscles underneath his thicker coat, which isn't that shaggy. His chest is almost a white, but still with it's tigne of yellow, and of course, a couple flecks of grass are usually stuck there. His paws are all white, like he was dipped in white paint. His tail is slightly a bit shaggy, more flag-like than a tail. Overall he has a good and sturdy build and handsome looks.
Personality:
Razz tends to be one of the louder dogs. He likes to have his voice heard and likes to let others know what he thinks about things. You know if he has a different opinion than you, and if not, you will soon. He can be a bit sutbborn, he usually is set on that his way is the best way, and that everyone else has the bad tecniques. So he can get a bit irritated if he doesn't get his way, and you'll hear him complain. His stubbornness leads to his horrible temper, which he will bottle up until something small makes it flare and he'll explode. When he gets in one of his really bad moods he tends to be a bit quieter and you can see the temper reading to explode in his eyes.
Don't get me wrong, Razz is a good dog too. His compassion is strong, even at the mercy of his horrible past. He cares for all the dogs in their own way and although he may be stubborn at first, if it will help the others, he reluctantly agrees. He is the 'life of the party' since he talks so much and sometimes has some really terrible jokes. He tends to be loving if you find his way into his insecure heart. Some say his talking is because he is usually unsure, but he'll never agree to that...
History:
Blood and Death;
The first few months of Razz's young life where bloody and brutal. His mother was a loner named Derra, who was raped by his father, a member of a pack quite a ways from here. His father was happy when he was given a son and two daughters, displeased that he had daughters, but happy that his only son looked so much like him. One night soon after all the pups had opened their eyes and where making noses and crawling around, his father, Zrin, brutully murdered his smallest and youngest sister, Stella. Derra was heartbroken, she had never trusted Zrin, but she hadn't expected him to sink this low. After a pretty rough period of time, including Derra becoming depressed and the other living sister of Razz's was found dead outside the den, his mother decided they had to leave. Many paws where pointed at Zrin for the murder of little Kara, the other sister, but not enough to do anything. So in the darkness of night, Derra took her only living pup and disappeared into the shadows.
Wind and Tears;
The time soon after the two dogs left was stressful. Derra was still depressed, Razz often heard her crying in the midst of the night when he awoke from a bad dream. He was progressing well, with strong bones and quick and agile movements, but Derra always seemed unhappy at the sight of him. Almost as if she blamed him for his ssiter's death, or she saw Zrin in her little pup. She always seemed to hide the grief when Razz was watching, or so she thought. One night, in the dead of winter after they had arrived somewhere in Alaska, Razz awoke and she was gone. Assuming that she had gone to get him food or something, the barely six-month-old pup waited. And waited. And waited. After two days, he came to the slow realization that his mother wasn't coming back. So the sly pup was alone, his mother gone, in an icy place he knew nothing of.
Hello Sun.
Razz found the Luna pack by accident. It had barely been a month since his mother had left him and he was just trying his paws at hunting, he was getting better at it the more he practiced, his tecniques taken from other animals he saw. He had stumbled in to their camp and instead of attacking, they could see the frightened pup and allowed him to join the pack. His eagerness to learn and loud mouth made him quick friends. He was happy for once in his life, truly happy.
Goodbye Moon.
When Razz reached two years of age he fell head over paws in love with a femme named Bell. She was a loner, and he had pursaided her to join the pack with quick ease, her love for him obvious. They where happy for a few months, and soon Bell became pregnant with Razz's pups. A little while into her pregnancy, complications happened, and Bell bled to death a couple of miles from camp, alone in the cold. Razz has just started to forgive himself for that. He's ready to love again, but his heart still is wounded.
RP example:
Not that good of one xD But easiest to find that is an animal. Its Warrior Cats, in case you didn't know xD.
Picture: Razz
Miscellaneous: Err.... BOO
Other accounts: Non.
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OOC Name: Rose.
Did you used to RP on any other sites?:Too many to count, or to list.
How many years of RPing experiance do you have?: Two or three years.
How did you find our site?
If from another site,witch one? : Found it on RPG Directory.
Razz
Gender: Male
Pack: Luna
Rank: I'd like Healer or Beta, but if its not possible, normal pack member is fine.
Breed: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever [aka NSDTR or Toiller]
Age: About three years of age.
Appearance:
Razz is a handsome dog to say at the least. His fur is an orange-like colored mixed with blondes and browns, with the color almost like the setting sun. He has a white nose with a line that goes up to mid-forehead. His nose is well fitted for his medium sized body and has a relativly large pinkish nose. His teeth are strong, and oddly white for being a stray dog, with sharp-tipped ends and healthy gums. His ears are at the appropriate angle for the NSDTR breed and poof out slightly with an almost puppy-like look. The tips seem to be a darker color of gold from the rest of his body. He has wide and almost accusing brown eyes that seem deeper than just the normal brown, filled with thoughts and ideas.
His build is a standard for the NSDTR. This breed has the characteristics in growth of a Lab or a Golden, but their legs are shorter and their noses are a bit longer to point out the birds in the field when they hunt. Razz has slight muscles underneath his thicker coat, which isn't that shaggy. His chest is almost a white, but still with it's tigne of yellow, and of course, a couple flecks of grass are usually stuck there. His paws are all white, like he was dipped in white paint. His tail is slightly a bit shaggy, more flag-like than a tail. Overall he has a good and sturdy build and handsome looks.
Personality:
Razz tends to be one of the louder dogs. He likes to have his voice heard and likes to let others know what he thinks about things. You know if he has a different opinion than you, and if not, you will soon. He can be a bit sutbborn, he usually is set on that his way is the best way, and that everyone else has the bad tecniques. So he can get a bit irritated if he doesn't get his way, and you'll hear him complain. His stubbornness leads to his horrible temper, which he will bottle up until something small makes it flare and he'll explode. When he gets in one of his really bad moods he tends to be a bit quieter and you can see the temper reading to explode in his eyes.
Don't get me wrong, Razz is a good dog too. His compassion is strong, even at the mercy of his horrible past. He cares for all the dogs in their own way and although he may be stubborn at first, if it will help the others, he reluctantly agrees. He is the 'life of the party' since he talks so much and sometimes has some really terrible jokes. He tends to be loving if you find his way into his insecure heart. Some say his talking is because he is usually unsure, but he'll never agree to that...
History:
Blood and Death;
The first few months of Razz's young life where bloody and brutal. His mother was a loner named Derra, who was raped by his father, a member of a pack quite a ways from here. His father was happy when he was given a son and two daughters, displeased that he had daughters, but happy that his only son looked so much like him. One night soon after all the pups had opened their eyes and where making noses and crawling around, his father, Zrin, brutully murdered his smallest and youngest sister, Stella. Derra was heartbroken, she had never trusted Zrin, but she hadn't expected him to sink this low. After a pretty rough period of time, including Derra becoming depressed and the other living sister of Razz's was found dead outside the den, his mother decided they had to leave. Many paws where pointed at Zrin for the murder of little Kara, the other sister, but not enough to do anything. So in the darkness of night, Derra took her only living pup and disappeared into the shadows.
Wind and Tears;
The time soon after the two dogs left was stressful. Derra was still depressed, Razz often heard her crying in the midst of the night when he awoke from a bad dream. He was progressing well, with strong bones and quick and agile movements, but Derra always seemed unhappy at the sight of him. Almost as if she blamed him for his ssiter's death, or she saw Zrin in her little pup. She always seemed to hide the grief when Razz was watching, or so she thought. One night, in the dead of winter after they had arrived somewhere in Alaska, Razz awoke and she was gone. Assuming that she had gone to get him food or something, the barely six-month-old pup waited. And waited. And waited. After two days, he came to the slow realization that his mother wasn't coming back. So the sly pup was alone, his mother gone, in an icy place he knew nothing of.
Hello Sun.
Razz found the Luna pack by accident. It had barely been a month since his mother had left him and he was just trying his paws at hunting, he was getting better at it the more he practiced, his tecniques taken from other animals he saw. He had stumbled in to their camp and instead of attacking, they could see the frightened pup and allowed him to join the pack. His eagerness to learn and loud mouth made him quick friends. He was happy for once in his life, truly happy.
Goodbye Moon.
When Razz reached two years of age he fell head over paws in love with a femme named Bell. She was a loner, and he had pursaided her to join the pack with quick ease, her love for him obvious. They where happy for a few months, and soon Bell became pregnant with Razz's pups. A little while into her pregnancy, complications happened, and Bell bled to death a couple of miles from camp, alone in the cold. Razz has just started to forgive himself for that. He's ready to love again, but his heart still is wounded.
RP example:
A slim gray bodice swerved through the slight trees. Her ears perked slightly and her ambers eyes giving off a slight worried expression. The she-cat pressed each delicate-looking paw to the ground swiftly, every few seconds glancing back behind her. Overhead the slight clouds doomed to start raining, but just loomed like unhappy reminders. The cat felt a shiver slide down her thin spine and she moved a bit quicker, her thin tail dusting the ground behind her as she moved, almost like it was deleting her pawsteps. A barely autable intake of breath from the she-cat seemed to make her even more edgy, if you didn't know any better, you'd think she was hiding something, or hiding from someone.
Your second idea was correct, of course, the she-cat was hiding. Each step made her more nervous, each brush made by a mouse or wind made her jump slightly. She should be back in her den, sleeping next to the warriors, yet she just couldn't bring herself to give them danger. Maybe it was because she was too strong-willed, a bit like her mother, and just didn't want to trouble the clan. It was her fault the terror got unleashed on the clans, her fault the cats from farther away came back, claiming her as theirs and leaving her with their mark, even after she left. She had been very foolish, falling for the cats unhealthy charm. He had seemed so perfect, his caring heart, his interest in the clans. He had just wanted to take her to meet his brother, he was supposed to live only a bit farther north, near a large willow. The trusting cat had lied, he had kidnapped her and took her to his horrible clan, forcebrede her and led her to have stillborn kittens, nearly killing her. The she-cat shuddered away the memory was she padded forward.
Heck. She had absolutely no clue what to do. She didn't want anyone else to be troubled, yet she still wanted someone, like a kit wants their mother, to sooth her and tell her it will be all right. She wished that maybe one day the terror won't come back to the clans, that the terror named Wek would disappear forever. She wished that as she padded to the soft, thin riverside, that her troubles could melt away, even for a moment. Her silver body did not rest as she reached the thin river, she just padded alongside, deep in both thought and still being a bit skittish. Her wishes and her terrors filled her mind.
No wonder she was named Wishingheart.Not that good of one xD But easiest to find that is an animal. Its Warrior Cats, in case you didn't know xD.
Picture: Razz
Miscellaneous: Err.... BOO
Other accounts: Non.
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***************
OOC Name: Rose.
Did you used to RP on any other sites?:Too many to count, or to list.
How many years of RPing experiance do you have?: Two or three years.
How did you find our site?
If from another site,witch one? : Found it on RPG Directory.
