Post by vannylociraptor on Jul 16, 2014 3:22:41 GMT -6
OOC
Player: Vanny
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Contact: crusadersadverary (skype)
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IC:
Name: Lamb, short for Lambchop by anybody crazy enough to be her friend. It is said to hear the utterance of her true name is to know the absence of light.
Gender: Female
Age: about 5 yrs, 32 yrs by human standards so appears neither too young nor too old
Breed: Pharaoh Hound
Pack: Stray
Rank: N/A
Personality: Appears to be quiet, non-confrontational but her demeanor serves as a very poor cover for the psychosis she suffers. She is confined within the workings of her own mind and appears to be haunted by things unspoken and things that can't be seen. Avoids creatures of her own kind and is skittish to an art. Her fear shouldn't be underestimated, however. Lamb will do anything to get out of a situation and has only lived on her own this long in Rotstalker territories for how explosive her attacks are. Given her flight or flee mentality, she can be quite the smooth talker if she chooses.
She is driven mostly by paranoia and how finely tuned her senses are to detecting danger. Particularly other dogs looking to drive her off their territories.
She regards the Rotstalker pack with a degree of disgust but would much rather live alongside them than near the forest dogs. If any of the stories are true, the Fawnstalker dogs will be the ones to usher the Masters' work and deliver her from her earthly sins. The stories in her mind, that is. All in all, very off-kilter and should be kept away from everyone at all costs.
Appearance: A purebred pharaoh hound, quite possibly the last of her kind. With good reason. Her fur is mottled and dingy white, drained out of some color it must have had long ago. Her long limbs and thin body frame hold a wiry kind of strength, explosive if underestimated. Her head and thin curved tail frequently hang low, her face gaunt with a wary, colorless gaze of anything in front of her.
Obviously doesn't take much care of herself as evident by her filthy underbelly, muzzle, and paws. The crown of her head and the length of her back seem to have some spotted pattern but it's difficult to tell whether it's dirt or spots. Nobody has bothered to ask and Lamb certainly won't tell. Doesn't appear to have any outward mutations which is in fact, Very Weird.
Limited Traits: N/A
History: Lamb and her brother, Salty, started off life in the deep underground tunnels of the city, their mother being the only one of their parents they knew. The dark is where the pups learned the heresies of their rattled mother, her stories of the Masters and their favor for the pure of breed. Like herself and their father. And their own future pups when they came of age. Her hushed words were fevered, a belief of truth drilled into Lamb and Salt's mind with severe repercussions if questioned.
Thankfully around the time they reached their first summer, Mother Dearest succumbed to a horrible disease of the stomach and they were left alone to roam the streets.
Of anything they were left to understand from their mother, Lamb and Salty were to look after each other. They were a gangly pair of youths, twisted in their minds and destined to be the only ones who loved and understood one another. A wayward destiny cut short when Salt fell victim to a Rotstalker attack some time during their second winter. Torn to pieces, he left Lamb to wander about on her own.
The trauma of losing her brother convinced the stray of her own damnation, her own failure, and now she lives in fear of meeting her similarly due fate.
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