Post by Ellis! on Apr 6, 2007 22:08:11 GMT
about you[/u]
name? ellis!
how long have you role-played? uhh, around four or five years, i'd say.
how'd you find us? i'm one of the creators.
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the character[/u]
name. keahi.
gender. male.
age. around four, maybe a tad older.
physical description. In three words, Keahi is a scrawny dog. Well, when I say ‘scrawny,’ I don’t mean it in appearance, but more in build. The product of two dogs meeting in passing and then mating, he has a very slender body-type, though whether this is from a lack of food or simply the way he was born, one will never know. His actual heritage is difficult to guess from what he looks like, so one could just classify him as your ‘average street dog,’ with the begging face, dull eyes and malnourished appearance.
But his eyes aren’t dull and his face isn’t the face of a beggar. Rather long-backed, he has a small head with a medium-sized muzzle that rounds off downwards in a gentle vertical slope; a smooth line for the underneath of his jaws giving him an appearance that somehow manages to say style. He’s rather lanky, too, with long legs—although they aren’t as long as say, a Wolfhound or a Great Dane—and they tend to add to the look of scrawniness that hangs about him.
Keahi’s eyes are a dark brown in colour, so they don’t really contrast with his coat. If they were a lighter colour then maybe they would, but they don’t, so we’ll leave it at that. There’s no particular expression in them, but neither are they ‘inexpressive’ and ‘blank’ like other dogs—and they also don’t have the ability to ‘let others see into his soul’ or ‘give off piercing stares’. They’re just his eyes and they have a light to them, but really, that’s about it—his eyes are average, like every other part of him.
The male’s coat colour is black, but some of it seems to look grey in the light—you can never really tell. Either way, he swears that it’s black and won’t say anything else on the subject; it’s either his way or the highway on this matter. Below his eyes, there’s a small patch of creamy-brown on his muzzle on both sides of his face, and because it doesn’t appear on his chest or anywhere else—besides his legs—it’s quite unusual.
Ahh, we’re back to his legs again. The tip of his legs are black, like the rest of him, but as the colour moves further down, it seems to dilute and change into the same creamy-brown colour that can be seen on his face, and even that lightens in shade slightly as we reach his paws. Keahi’s paws are almost beige in colour, perhaps a bit lighter, but the contrast from black to such a light pigment is odd and almost baffling, which is just how he likes it.
Keahi’s tail is curiously long for one of his build, another odd thing about his. His ears are small and triangular, I suppose you could say, and the way his ribs rise into a smooth curve and join up with the back end of him is the thing that gives off the impression that he’s malnourished. Strangely enough, however, one has come to the conclusion that it’s just his body build—it has nothing to do with the fact he’s a street dog.
personality. A summary of Keahi is not what most would expect for a dog of his type. In the territory that he tends to call home and his own—the Coliseum—the dogs there are renowned for doing anything for a bit of reputation. Some would call the dogs mindless, and others would call them heartless—it depends on who you talk to—but Keahi is not any of these, at least to an extent. He is, I will confess, a dog in his own league.
Saying that he is cold and calculating is, it must be confessed, a tad unfair. Although it could possibly be one side of him, it’s not all that he is, and he doesn’t do it without a reason. A favourer of logic instead of acting rashly, anything that Keahi does, or orders to be done, has something behind it. Of course, that being said, the reason for that might not be strikingly obvious, but there is one—be it for food, revenge or simply something that he thought needed to be done.
Quiet and calm most of the time, he is more of an observer than someone who gets involved. It suits or better, or so he reckons; if he watches and waits for a while, he can figure out what to do next and he’ll most likely keep his life, whereas running into something without thinking would probably find him injured or killed. Thoughtful, although not to the point of compassion, Keahi prefers to think things over before acting, and likes to consider all possible outcomes before he does anything.
True, some dogs might not like this, but it’s how he does things and that’s that. He has a sense of power about him, too, one that’s always lurking but never really that evident unless he wants it to be. A smooth-talker with a tendency for lying, Keahi likes to think that he can get himself out of any situation he desires, and although there is the odd time that this doesn’t happen, for the most part, he’s able to. It goes without saying that he’s intelligent; he’s observed a lot in his life to make him clever and wary at the same time.
Keahi has the belief that he shouldn’t have to please anybody except himself. One of his key priorities is the pack, but before the pack comes himself. It’s selfish—although not exactly arrogant—but it’s the law he’s learnt over his time as a stray. Look after yourself and the world will be fine, or so someone once told him, and he has learnt from it. When you’re down and out, the pack will flail, and despite this as being something that a few others might not agree with, it’s something he practises regularly, and thus avoids any hunts and such with the pack, leaving it to those who are designated to that role.
The male has no particular urge for others to like him. He does what he does for a reason, and if others don’t like it, well, it’s his way or the highway, like it has been said before. Leader or not, the one thing he does care about is respect, like everyone, and perhaps a reputation. The dog has no qualms about kicking someone out if they actively stand up to him and challenge his authority and reasoning; he does have a conscience, but not when it comes to losing a member of the pack if they’re not ‘worthy’ (as he sees it) of being part of the group.
His request for respect and his overall attitude to leadership is, as it has been said before, a quiet one. It’s there and seems to hover around him, but he never really voices it aloud—it’s in the way he walks, the way he looks at other dogs and the way he talks. Leadership and respect are things that he believes shouldn’t have to be voiced; they are to be given because of one’s status, without having to be asked for.
One could call Keahi a sarcastic, ignorant dog, but he’s not… really. True, he is sarcastic by nature, but ignorance is not something that comes to him when he talks to others. Ignorance, in his eyes, is not following instructions, choosing to ignore the blindingly obvious, destroying everything that one has worked for—and that is not him. Indeed, he might ignore instructions if he doesn’t agree with them, and he’ll suffer the consequences of that, but ignorance is not a part of his nature.
His sarcastic side, however, is different. He’s sarcastic because he sees it as giving and taking information without any strings attached; it’s a way of analysing others without letting too much of himself slide into the conversation. Keahi is not wary of other dogs or their opinions of him, but there’s something called ‘information’ that he doesn’t like to give out—call it paranoia, although it can’t really be classified as that.
Simply put, he has a line between leadership and a pack mate that he likes to keep firmly established, and for him, giving out too much information downgrades his position and loses him respect, which is something he abhors and doesn’t want to happen to him.
history. See notes.
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notes[/u]
I'm re-writing male!Keahi's history, seeing as it doesn't fit in with the original Keahi's history. So.. it should be coming soon. Yep. (:[/blockquote][/size]
