Post by kirsti on Apr 6, 2007 22:13:34 GMT
about you
what's your name?
Kirst
why should your character be an alpha?
I think my character shall be alpha because she is that kind of dog which is seething for power. She doesn't just want a measly position of a loner, but something big, something large.
would you remain active enough to keep the position?
Yep, I am on everydayday (practically every hour)
additional notes.
None.
about the character[/u]
name.
Malteaser
age.
Four
gender.
Female
appearance.
So lets start with the head. For a greyhound mix it is quite slender and thin, her muzzle is long and pointed to give off speed when running and her orbs are a rich auburn colour. Her ears stand at the top of her head yet flop down, unlike a foxes but more like a greyhound. Like all geyhounds this is practically an average face, except for that more chubbier look on her, but let's not judge her by fatness.
Her shoulders are quite strong and well built, of course they would have to be, if she was to run everywhere. The bone structure is formed in that way because all greyhounds were born for running. And her legs that attatch onto the shoulders are equally strong, though they look quite scrawny. Her legs are too thin with little actual meat on her, so it looked rather stranger that these four are actually holding up her entire body.
Her stomach is thin and scrawny, yet not so thin that her ribs are sticking out tightly around the breast, just not as thin as a dog as, a husky let's say. But if she was well nourished, this dog would still be thin, they were born that way, as I said earlier, speed is their main priority, not looks.
Her hind legs, just as good as the front, maybe a little more meat on them. They probably do have more strength in them actually, being the back legs, to spring off on. They still look scrawny, all fours legs are more scrawny than her whole body. Greyhounds can't help it though.
Her tail is long and thin. There isn't much to say about the tail, yet when running it is kept right under her legs so she can gather up as much speed as possible.
Her peltage is auburn all over, with a few stripes along her spine and ribs, apart from that there isn't much to say about her appearance. Being a street dog now, her coat is now matted and caked in dirt, muck and other bits of pieces. No dog's coat can be perfect... well, not if they are a street dog.
personality.
Blunt. That would be the word for me to describe it. She doesn't understand the basics of the actual rules, she doesn't understand right and wrong, good or bad, she just does it and hopes for the best. So what, she can still string sentences together, she can still have good conversations without being mentally retarted. No, she just doesn't understand basics, that's all. Her personality is quite well mannered actually, she isn't exactly vicious but can snap at some people when highly strung.
Her quietness is nothing to worry about, she isn't exactly hugely obsessive about talking, but let's just say, she does go on a bit if she likes the dog a lot. There isn't much to say for her personality, it isn't perfect, no, nothing is perfect, yet it isn't exactly terrible, yes, some can be quite bad.
history.
A racing dog, like many, many other whippets and greyhounds. Just racing for bets, but did she want to race? No way. This place didn't have greyhounds, nor whippets, it was the mongrel racing arena, and that was that. She was born and put on the tracks, made to run after the d**ned rabbit whizzing past her on the rail. Malteaser hated it, time after time, when the doors would open and the other dogs would go after the toy rabbit, she would stand in her booth, just watching. It was sometimes that she was punished for doing so, the people who bet on her would rebel and shout. She would be hit, slapped and kicked, yet she didn't want to run.
So after all that, the first tormenting year of her life, she was kicked out of racing. Kicked out of all of that. Now all she was, was a stray dog in the city, and what did she know about street dog life? Absolutely nada. This new life would have to be taught, whether she liked it or not.
sample.
BANG! Malteaser juddered in her sleep yet kept her eyes firmly shut. BANG! She opened one eye to see her owner storming in, shouting at her and screaming at how useless she was. Uncaringly, Malteaser lifted her head and gave a yawn. Bad idea. She was grabbed by the collar and started to be thrown about the place. She was only light, a fully grown man could easily pick her up and chuck her the other side of the room. And that was what he did. She slammed at the side of the wall, howling in pain and cowering in the corner. Malteaser cried out but he kicked her in the ribs, screaming at how useless she was at running.
Malteaser kept her eyes firmly shut then, wishing she was asleep, wishing she could just die. The pain seethed through her stomach down to her rear and through her legs. She squealed at being picked up by the collar again, he held her in such a bad manner. Malteaser couldn't breathe, the collar was choking and blocking off her air ways. The man threw open the door and chucked the greyhound mix out into the street. "AND DON'T YOU COME CRAWLING BACK WHEN YOU'RE STARVING!" He screamed after her before slamming the door behind him. Malteaser sniffed at the ground, still absolutely hurting and started to limp away.
This is my new life, like it or lump it.
Territory I am auditioning for.
The Pantheon[/right][/size]